Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Song Qingyi: "I can see it all, please don't be too obvious."

At this moment, Wen Li came out of the back kitchen, holding a piece of stewed chicken soup that couldn't be any softer.

The three children and one child looked at each other warily. Song Changyue and Song Qingyi wanted to cover for Song Lingjia.

"Dad Six, the three of us were walking outside the door. It's okay. Why don't you go back upstairs to rest. It's been a tiring day." Song Changyue responded quickly, and Song Qingyi nodded repeatedly.

Wen Li looked at Song Lingjia helplessly, she had to tell the truth.

Song Changyue understood Song Lingjia very well. When he was at Jinming Temple before, it was still midnight, and he just wanted to see the young master Jincheng.

"Jiajia, I'll help you keep an eye on the situation. You can go and deliver chicken soup to Zhu Xuanzhou boldly."

Song Changyue also slapped himself on the shoulder, very loyal. This kind of wonderful friendship is really precious.

But Song Qingyi didn't understand. Just give chicken soup. Are we all friends? Why should we do it secretly? But he showed respect.

"I'm going with you, just to see how Zhu Xuanzhou is doing."

Song Changyue scolded Song Qingyi and said first: "No, you seem to want to visit Zhu Xuanzhou, so early tomorrow morning. This is chicken soup cooked by Jiajia herself. If you want to talk to him alone, you and me Let’s go for a walk together.”

"Ah? I can't visit Zhu Xuanzhou, and I can't go for a walk..." Song Qingyi felt aggrieved, but still agreed.

Wen Li led the way, and the four of them arrived at the door of Zhu Xuanzhou's house. There was no one in the courtyard, and it was impossible to tell whether the head of Banshan Village was still here.

"Is anyone here?" Wen Li shouted inside.

No one responded.

Song Qingyi: "The village chief should have gone home. I don't know if Zhu Xuanzhou is asleep too."

Song Changyue: "The patient needs to have a good rest, so what to do with this chicken soup? It's such a pity."

Song Lingjia was disappointed, feeling that all his preparations were in vain. Looking at the chicken soup in Wen Li's hand, he was dejected and didn't know what to say better.

"who is it?"

Zhu Xuanzhou's childish voice came from the room. He didn't open the door. From the sound of the voice, he must have been lying next to the door.

Song Changyue was very excited and pushed Song Lingjia, signaling her to speak quickly.

"it's me."

This time it was the turn of the people in the room to be silent. When they spoke again, their voices were trembling.

"It's so late, why haven't you rested yet?"

"I brought you good things, can I come in? By the way, is the village chief here?"

"...Well, come in, the village chief has gone home."

Wen Li helped open the door of the small courtyard, handed the chicken soup to Song Lingjia, and she walked into the courtyard with it.

Wen Li, Song Changyue, and Song Qingyi started wandering around nearby, which was actually a walk in disguise.

Song Lingjia held the chicken soup and did not go directly into Zhu Xuanzhou's house, but waited quietly at the door.

Zhu Xuanzhou in the room put on his coat as quickly as possible, arranged his hair, looked in the mirror again and again, and opened the door.

As soon as you open the door, there is a scent of fragrance.

The candles in the room were lit.

The two little ones were sitting on the stool, and Song Lingjia opened the lid. Inside was fragrant chicken soup and a lot of chicken pieces.

"Eat quickly. This is made by my sixth father. He is the owner of a restaurant and does not cook easily outside. However, there is not much in this mountain village. Otherwise, it will definitely taste better than this one."

I didn't bring any extra bowls and chopsticks, but they were just for Zhu Xuanzhou. Such a bowl was placed in front of him.

"I'll get the bowls and chopsticks. Let's eat together." Zhu Xuanzhou really couldn't eat so much.

"No, I have eaten it. This is all for you. As a patient, you must eat such nutritious food."

Zhu Xuanzhou saw that Song Lingjia's face was red and she must be very full, so he sat down calmly, picked up the spoon, and took a sip of the soup.

Warm.

Extremely delicious.

Zhu Xuanzhou suddenly shed tears. He was already very sick. When he cried, he felt like he would break into pieces in the next second.

"Hey, why are you still crying? Don't cry. It's not that bad, right?"

Song Lingjia took out a new handkerchief and wiped his tears twice. She really didn't know what was wrong with him.

"It turns out that chicken soup without water tastes so good."

Zhu Xuanzhou couldn't stop crying, and Song Lingjia's handkerchief was wet with tears.

"No matter what your father says, he is still the husband of the county magistrate. You are the second son of the county magistrate. Why do you have to add water to your chicken soup?"

"My father only came in after my mother took office. He didn't give birth to a girl, and he doesn't want to be treated by the eldest father. It's good to have food to eat. However, I have never been hungry. Compared with other It’s already much better, I’m satisfied.”

This time it was Song Lingjia's turn to choke up, but she didn't cry and tilted her head to adjust her mood.

"If you have a chance, go to my restaurant and take your dad with you. Let's eat delicious food!"

"Okay, then I have to study hard. I must walk out of the mountain village like my mother did, so that she will like me and my father will be taken seriously. When the time comes, we will meet in Ping'an Town."

Zhu Xuanzhou knew very well that even if the wind chime was dealt with, he still wouldn't be able to return to Ping'an Town. At most, someone else would have to come here to take care of him, because he still had to recuperate.

"Zhu Xuanzhou, my mother asked for you. There is an old man in Banshan Village. You can go there and learn from him."

"Okay, the village chief also told me, thank you, Song Lingjia, please also help me bring thanks to your family."

"We are friends. Don't say any words of thanks from now on. If you eat this chicken drumstick, consider it as thanking me."

Zhu Xuanzhou gnawed on the chicken leg. His teeth almost fell off when they touched it. It was so soft.

Dinner was brought by the village chief of Banshan Village. Because he had a poor appetite and was slow to eat, he didn't eat a few mouthfuls for fear of delaying the village for a long time. He was really hungry now.

Song Lingjia looked at the wild persimmons on the table and placed them in a vase. The wild persimmons were already a little shriveled.

"It looks pretty good when displayed like this. Aunt Wang said that wild persimmons are especially sweet when they turn black. You can definitely eat that one."

"Well, I'll give it a try." Zhu Xuanzhou ate very well. His words were a little unclear, but he could hear them clearly and he was very cute.

"Look, it's great for you to eat so much. If you eat like this from now on, your health will definitely get better, and you may be able to go hunting in the mountains. Let me tell you, I even hunted one a few days ago. There’s a wild rabbit!”

Zhu Xuanzhou immediately admired him, "You are so powerful. That wild rabbit can run so fast. You can hit it at such a young age. It is simply amazing."

"What's this? I took a slingshot today and shot birds with my brother. Every one of them is beautiful. Wait for me to bring one to accompany you to relieve your boredom. When I leave, you will be more interesting."