The Miraculous Doctor’s Wife: The rough guy villain is so cool

"Then go and rest first. I'm going to cook. I'll call you when the meal is ready." Jian Xining said silently, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

She didn't know what was going on with her, but she felt a deep sense of loss in her heart, and she was a little... reluctant?

Uh, are you reluctant to give up?

She herself didn't know what she felt for a while.

Jane Aihua followed her into the kitchen and said, "Little sister, don't be sad."

"I'm not sad, eldest sister, let's have pancakes tonight." Jian Xining smiled and said to Jian Aihua.

"Okay, you can eat whatever you want." Jane Aihua lit a kerosene lamp, "The days are getting shorter and shorter, and it's getting dark if it gets dark."

Jian Xining also agreed, "Yes."

She scooped two bowls of noodles into the basin, then slowly added water, and kept stirring with chopsticks. When the noodles and water were evenly mixed and there were no lumps, she continued to add water and stir the noodles into a batter. She thought about it. After thinking about it, she said to Jane Aihua: "Sister, why don't you break an egg into it, it will taste better."

Qin Zheng is leaving tomorrow, so she should eat well tonight, she thought.

Jane Aihua always listens to her little sister, and she will not treat her badly when it comes to food. She said that she must put eggs in, so she nodded, "Let's put two in."

Jian Xining nodded, took two eggs and beat them in. There were only five eggs in the basin where the eggs were placed. The eldest sister had exchanged them in the village a few days ago, and today she took two of them at once.

Beating the eggs into the batter, Jian Xining continued to stir with chopsticks. After the eggs and batter were evenly mixed, she cut some chopped green onions and put them in, continued to stir, and then used chopsticks to pick up the batter. The batter dripped down into a line from the chopsticks and it was considered smooth. alright.

Jian Aihua sat under the stove to light the fire. Jian Xining brushed a layer of oil on the pot, took a large spoon and poured a spoonful of batter into the pot, and then used a spatula to spread the batter evenly on the pot. After a while, the batter started It formed big bubbles and turned into a soft pancake. Jian Xining turned the pancake over and fried the other side for a while. If it was cooked, she took the pancake out and put it on a grate, so that it would be considered a pancake. It’s done.

She then made the second one, the third one...

A total of more than a dozen pancakes were made from this basin of batter. They were made in a large iron pot. One pancake was particularly large. She cut it into four parts with a knife, then peeled a few potatoes, shredded them, and fried them until they were sour. Spicy potato shreds, then grind some garlic, add chili pepper, splash it with oil to make a garlic sauce.

After finishing these, thinking that if you have something to eat, you must have something to drink, so Jian Xining simply cooked another vegetable porridge.

It took a full hour and a half to cook this dinner. By the time the dinner was ready, it was getting dark.

She put a stack of pancakes on a plate and shredded potatoes and garlic sauce in a bowl for Qin Zheng to take to Jane Eyre's party room.

Jane Eyre was angry that Qin Zheng was leaving and was not in the house.

Qin Zheng was the only one in the room at the moment, and Wu Qi was dark. He was lying on the temporary wooden bed set up for him, staring blankly at the roof covered with newspapers. He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He was leaving tomorrow, so he couldn't See her anytime.

He really wanted to see her all the time and be with her every minute and every second.

However, now is not the time. He wants to wait for his leg to heal, he wants to formally propose marriage to her, and he wants to marry her as his wife.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a knock on the door, followed by light footsteps, and then he heard another 'Oops', which was Jian Xining's crisp voice.

He hurriedly struck a match and saw Jian Xining standing at the door holding a plate and two bowls, grinning at her feet and muttering in a low voice, "Oh my god, I kicked it to the threshold." Oh, it hurts me so much."

Qin Zheng frowned, "Why are you so careless?"

Jian Xining looked up at him. His face was particularly deep behind the jumping firelight. His pair of bright black eyes looked brighter when reflected by the light of the matches, and the anxiety in his eyes was more obvious.

Jian Xining looked at him blankly, and then said: "Be careful, the matches are all burned out."