surrogate wife

Wen Yumu returned home with the medicine and the prescription. At the request of the abbot, he left the white paper that said I saw the lotus. After all, it was the last calligraphy of Master Wuguo.

When he returned to the small bamboo house on Qingliang Mountain, Xue Yi was still in class. He took out the lotus flower cup and mixed five drops of crystal clear spiritual dew into the ointment.

Speaking of which, this spiritual dew has always made him feel very miraculous, because it is separated drop by drop, clearly squeezed together, but will not fuse, like small boiled sago.

This feeling is a bit like a elixir, but it's too small, and the texture is as thin as water, and it doesn't look like it.

In short, after many years of verification by him, it is determined to be harmless, and it has a very good effect on repairing the human body and strengthening the physique.

He didn't dare to add too much at once, so he added five drops to observe the effect.

Looking at the time, it was still some time before Xue Yi finished class. He went to the big kitchen to find Mrs. Wang to buy some fresh bamboo shoots.

But Mrs. Wang said: "I didn't dig bamboo shoots today, but I picked some fresh mushrooms. Do you want it?"

Wen Yumu immediately said: "Yes. Is there a chick?"

"Yes, we have raised some laying chickens ourselves, but it is more expensive to buy them."

"Just give me one."

Mrs. Wang agreed with a smile, and Wen Yumu ordered some more mung bean jelly and tender cabbage heart.

Just as he was about to go out, he saw a small worker walking in with a large basket of pure white Sophora japonica flowers. His eyes lit up, "Can this Sophora japonica flower be sold?"

"Of course they're all sold." Mrs. Wang said with a smile.

Wen Yumu bought another bag of Sophora japonica, planning to make Sophora japonica wheat rice.

Back at the bamboo house, he found a casserole. The chicken kitchen had already helped to kill and gutted it. He took out some medicinal materials such as ginseng and angelica, sliced ​​them into thin slices, put them into the chicken belly with ginger, and then boiled them with fresh mushrooms cook.

Xue Yi has a very tricky mouth, and he likes to eat umami, such as bamboo shoots and wild mushrooms, he must eat fresh ones, and if they are dried, he will dislike the taste too strong and not fresh enough.

Therefore, when Wen Yumu buys chickens and ducks, he doesn't buy old ones, he always buys one-month-old chickens.

As for himself, he actually thinks there is no difference, the fresh one has a fresh taste, and the old one has a stronger fragrance.But after eating with Xue Yi for a long time, he also prefers fresh and tender ones.

The chicken soup was simmering in a small stove. He took out the Sophora japonica flowers and spread them on the chopping board. He first picked out the small thorny leaves that were not picked clean, leaving only the delicate flowers.

Then wash it, sieve a layer of flour finely, and rub it gently with your hands so that each petal is evenly covered with flour.

After processing the Sophora japonica, I took out another cage and put it on the iron pot with boiling water. Spread a layer of cotton cloth in the cage, put the Sophora japonica in it, and start steaming.

After finishing these, I waited for about half an hour, and the Sophora japonica wheat rice was all steamed.Counting the time, Xue Yi will come back soon, and start making stir-fried jelly again, put the chopped mung bean jelly in clear water again, adjust the sauce and stir-fry until small bubbles appear, then put the jelly in and stir-fry lightly, it is simple and easy to make alright.

The steaming jelly was out of the pot, and the chicken soup was ready. Wen Yumu lifted the lid and added a drop of spiritual dew into it.

Anyway, the ointment is already available, so there is no need to keep your hands on it deliberately. Taking it internally and applying it externally is the kingly way.

As soon as the dew dropped in, the chicken soup immediately released a strange fragrance, as if the flavors of all the ingredients were stimulated, and it was far more fragrant than usual.

In the evening, Xue Yi hurried back after class. If the morning class was over, he would not be in a hurry, because Wen Yumu hadn't come back when he returned to his residence. If it was the evening class, then he must be there. So he left in a hurry.

He will definitely not be able to see his wife in the first half of the day recently, and he can only see him for a short time after the evening class. He always feels a kind of dissatisfied grievance.

However, his daughter-in-law was running around because of him. He could only feel distressed, and he couldn't complain about anything. He could only seize every opportunity.

Wen Yumu didn't feel anything, and he didn't quite understand why he was so tired. After all, they still had dinner together every day, and there was such a long time to be alone after dinner. How many couples didn't see each other every day.

But although he didn't quite understand, he was very considerate. Whenever Xue Yi had a little temper, he always followed him.

The smell of the chicken soup was so fragrant that it wafted far away, and the neighbors could smell it, and couldn't help being stunned. What kind of good ingredients are used to make the chicken soup, it is really fragrant.

As soon as Xue Yi walked into the bamboo house compound, he smelled it too. He moved the tip of his nose and smiled. The faint smell of mushrooms must be fresh mushrooms. He is so considerate and cooks so well, it must belong to his family. kiss.

He walked faster, and when he got closer, he smelled the fragrance of Sophora japonica, and another smell of spicy and spicy.

Eager in his heart, he ran back to the house in a few steps, rushed into the kitchen, and swooped down from behind to hug Wen Yumu who was mixing the sauce.

"Mu Mu, you're back, I miss you so much." He rubbed against each other while stealing a scent.

Mu Mu is a nickname given by Xue Yiqiang. Mu Yin and Mu not only fit his name, but also is Xiu Mu's Mu, expressing Xue Yi's wish that every day is a rest day.

He not only gave Wen Yumu a nickname himself, but also insisted that Wen Yumu also call him by his nickname in private.

At first Wen Yumu refused, but now he can stroke Xue Yi's hair without changing his face, and then said without changing his face, "A Yi, it's time to eat."

Xue Yi cleaned his hands obediently, and then sat down at the dinner table, never leaving his eyes.

Wen Yumu fished out the chicken, took out the chicken breast, tore it into thin shreds, poured it with the prepared balsamic vinegar sauce, added red oil and sesame oil, and served it cold with blanched vegetables, refreshing and appetizing.

When the dishes were served, the wheat rice was put out and the seasoning was mixed. Xue Yi picked up a chicken leg and gave it to him, "Eat some meat to make up for it."

Wen Yumu smiled, "Today, Master Wu Guo gave me an ointment called Jiuhua Xumaisan, which is specially used to treat broken meridians. From now on, I won't get up early to go to the temple, and I will concentrate on taking care of you at home."

Xue Yi was pleasantly surprised, "Aren't you leaving?"

"That medicine, does it really work?"

Wen Yumu told him what happened at that time, in order to enhance his credibility and build his confidence.

As expected, Xue Yi believed it somewhat, and wondered: "Unexpectedly, there is such a thing. The lotus is the incarnation of Buddha. Could it be that Master Wuguo really received advice before he passed away?"

Wen Yu said: "Just try it and you will know."

Xue Yi's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, he concealed the enthusiasm in his eyes, and murmured: "Yeah, try it and you'll know."

Wen Yumu touched his head distressedly, poured a bowl of soup, and put the other chicken leg into his bowl, "Eat it while it's hot."

Xue Yi took the soup bowl, scooped up a fungus and bit it slowly.

Seeing this, Wen Yumu didn't say anything more, the only sound in the room was the light touch of bowls and chopsticks.

tuk tuk-

There was a knock on the door outside.

Wen Yumu was puzzled, he had been here for a month, and he had to cook when he came back from busy work during the day, so he barely had time to get in touch with his neighbors, who could it be?

He opened the door with doubts, but found a face he had never seen before.

"you are?"

The person who came was a lady in dark brocade, about fifty years old, with a dignified demeanor and a dignified appearance.

Although he is not familiar with the neighbors, he knows them all, but he has never seen this one, and this aura does not look like a simple person.

After the lady knocked on the door, she smiled kindly and said, "My husband's family name is Wen, and my maiden name is Lu."

"It turned out to be Mrs. Wen. Your surname is Lu. Could it be that you are a relative of Lu Shanzhang?" Wen Yumu looked carefully, with a certain resemblance between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Little lady is so smart, I am Wen Yuan's elder sister."

"Then you came because...?"

Mrs. Wen smiled, "To be honest, my husband and I came to visit my younger brother and planned to stay here for a while. Unexpectedly, the car and the horses were bumpy, and my husband suffered some hardships on the road. After arriving here, he became dizzy. Appetite, until I smelled the smell of your chicken soup, I didn't have an appetite."

"No, I have the audacity to ask, if you can give me a bowl of chicken soup."

She didn't mention selling, she obviously lowered her posture, but she didn't feel the slightest humility, but it made people feel like spring breeze.

After hearing this, Wen Yumu had a good impression of her, and said with a smile, "What should I do? If my soup can relieve Mr. Wen from the fatigue of the journey, it would be a good thing."

"Wait a minute, I'll bring it to you."

He took out a large soup bowl, filled half of it with chicken soup, and thought about sending the Buddha west, so he took another half plate of cold shredded chicken and gave it to Mrs. Wen.

"The freshly prepared side dishes are appetizing and refreshing. It may be useful if you use them together."

Mrs. Wen was not polite, and thanked: "Thank you very much. I will stay here for a while. If Mrs. Xue is fine, come and sit with me. I also have some special dishes for you to teach."

Wen Yu murmured: "Okay, I will come to the door to discuss some other day."

This is Mrs. Wen's reciprocation, and she wants to give him a few private recipes, and he will definitely respond to it.

After Mrs. Wen left, Wen Yumu closed the door, sat down again, and asked Xue Yi curiously, "I don't think this lady is a simple person, do you know her husband?"

Xue Yi shook his head, "They came here at noon today, and I just met each other from a distance, so I didn't recognize them, but Mr. Wen looks like a gentleman."

"Official?" Wen Yu murmured, "Maybe you're sure?"

Xue Yidao: "I'm [-]% sure."

Wen Yumu thought about it for a while, and said with a smile: "Forget it, we didn't offend them, so it can be regarded as a good relationship, maybe it will be useful in the future."

Xue Yi frowned, curled his lips and said, "Maybe."

Seeing that he was not interested, Wen Yumu changed the subject and chatted with him casually, but did not ask him to think about his legs.

As expected, Xue Yi was distracted by him, and he forgot his worries while chatting. Thinking of seeing his wife every day in the future, his mood improved again, and he ate more than before.

"It's strange to say that after drinking the soup, I feel a little itchy on the wound."

Wen Yu Mu heard the words, put down the bowl, and asked, "Itchy? How itchy? Does it hurt?"

Xue Yi shook his head, "It doesn't hurt, and it's not very itchy. Could it be a mosquito bite?"

Wen Yumu smiled and said, don't think about it, how can mosquitoes bite you through your shoes and socks.

"Wait for me to boil some hot water, wash your feet, I'll take a look for you, and then we'll try some medicine."

Xue Yi agreed, with a worried expression on his face.

At this time, someone knocked on the door again, and Wen Yumu thought it was Mrs. Wen.

Opening the door, it was indeed her. She came with the dishes cleaned, and her smile was a little deeper than last time. "This chicken soup and side dishes are really good. My husband has a big appetite, and he swept them all away."

Wen Yumu smiled and said, "That's good."

After exchanging pleasantries, Mrs. Wen left. Before leaving, he invited him to sit with her again, and he naturally agreed.

After closing the door and turning back to the inner room, Xue Yi had already taken off his outer robe, sat on the bed in his middle coat, and looked at him eagerly.