The next morning, the drizzle was still scraping painlessly.

Before dawn, Helan was busy in the kitchen.

When the hot dumplings came out of the pot, she walked to the door with the sauce and vinegar and dumplings and kicked the door with her foot.

The people inside didn't respond, but there were footsteps.

He Lan pushed the door in, put down the dumplings without squinting, turned around and walked out, and after a while, she came in with a bamboo jar and a needle.

There were traces of passive dumplings, but there were very few, and he stopped eating them after a few of them.

Sitting in a seat, with a blanket on his legs, his eyebrows slightly frowned, and his eyes closed were resting.

He didn't seem to have much of an appetite.

He Lan wrung his eyebrows, didn't say much, walked over and squatted down to take off the blanket, and began to cupping him without saying anything.

This time, only one bamboo pot was pulled, the strength was light, the time was short, and the total pull was not good.

Today there will be less water, and then acupuncture will begin.

As she pricked the needle, she squeezed his knees with her hands, which were cold and rheumatism.

After everything was sorted out, He Lan stood up and walked away with the dumplings that had not been touched for a few bites.

All day, the man never left the room again.

In the kitchen, Helan was about to prepare dinner, when he caught a glimpse of two hares hanging in the window.

Hare?

Did Lonely Yao hit yesterday?

He doesn't want to eat game, does he?

Hesitantly taking care of the hare, as soon as it was dark, she went to the open space in the yard with a pile of dry wood, lit a fire on the shelf, and began to roast the hare.

This time she sprinkled some cumin on it, and the smell was even more tangy.

After roasting, Helan first tore off a little bit of meat and tasted it, but she found that no matter what she ate, it didn't taste too much, except for the spicy things that could have a taste, the salty taste was very light.

It seems to have been like this since she fainted two years ago.

He Lan looked up at the moon, it wasn't that she couldn't guess her condition, it was probably caused by a fire.

The heart is on fire, and the cure is not good.

She gathered her thoughts and shouted, "The hare is roasted." ”

With that, she got up and went to the kitchen and brought out two jugs of wine.

When they arrived at the courtyard, the man was already sitting there eating, with cushions on his chairs and blankets on his legs, and the whole person exuded a lazy atmosphere.

She asked, "Do you want to drink?" Drink less to warm up. ”

The man lifted his eyelids, hooked his fingers slightly, and took a jug of wine.

He Lan sat down, unscrewed the stopper and took a big sip, and then there was some pungent taste in his mouth.

The meat of the hare tasted almost nothing in her mouth, and it made no difference between eating it and not eating it.

But he's eating very deliciously.

She didn't know that Shan Yao was willing to eat rabbit meat, and he never seemed to have spent the night outside except for official business.

He is not in the eastern kingdom, has he handed over all the military power?

He Lan's mind turned a thousand times, but the man still ate meat in silence and didn't say a word.

The little wolf cub had been standing aside for a long time, but its coat color was so unremarkable that it took Heran a long time to notice it.

It squatted pitifully there, its tongue sticking out from time to time to lick its mouth and nose, and it couldn't be greedy.

He Lan hooked his lips, his bright eyes with a smile, "Come here." ”

Little Moon seemed to understand, and ran happily with unsteady steps.

Helan threw the rabbit's bones to the little wolf cub, and the wolf would not wag its tail, but it still snorted twice.

The man's eyes were in a trance, and he said faintly: "The wolf who has always been ruthless knows gratitude, but some people can't even compare to the wolf." ”