I want to live, get married

After sending off Gao Cheng and his party.

Ma Langzhong was finally unreliable, and he collapsed on the bed as if exhausted.

"Master...Master, are you alright!" Liu'er anxiously hugged him and called softly.

Liu Yanhan immediately went to Ma Langzhong's pulse gate to check carefully, and found that the pulse was still stable, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Ma Langzhong lying on the bed in a weak, haggard, drowsy state, Liu Yanhan guessed that he had talked too much in a short time after being seriously injured, and he must have been exhausted.

So he said to Liu'er: "Senior Ma is injured, the most important thing is to rest well, serve him so that he can rest!

Miss He and I went to get him something to eat. He was seriously injured and struggled for a long time. By this time, there was no water or rice. I think he was probably hungry! "

So, Liu'er supported Ma Langzhong to lay flat on the bed, and carefully covered the quilt, saying embarrassingly.

"It's too inappropriate to bother the two girls after a meal. Let me do it!"

Liu Yanhan waved his hands nonchalantly, signaling Liu'er not to be formal.

"No need, your master is injured and sick, and there is no need for someone to take care of him by the bed. Let us come! You can rest assured and take care of your master."

Having said so much, Liu'er could only respectfully say, "Then...then I have to thank you two girls!"

He raised his finger and pointed to the back of the house, and said: "The fire room is behind the medical hall, please feel free, both of you."

Having said that, Liu Yanhan took He Qingqing to the back room.

"Crackling..." With a sound, the firewood door was pushed open, and a palm-sized fire room appeared in front of my eyes.

The place is low and cramped, and the walls have been smoky black due to years of smoke and fire. There are a bunch of shriveled vegetables hanging on it, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the edge of the stove. It seems that no one has been there for a long time. The fire is cooking.

He Qingqing looked up and down the small fire room, and couldn't help feeling: "Wow... It seems that Senior Ma and his little apprentice live a messy life, and this fire room looks like it hasn't been seen in 800 years." Clean it up!"

"Okay..." As he spoke, Liu Yanhan raised his fingers to wipe the dust on the pot table, and then clapped his hands again.

He said with a smile: "Two rough guys, one old and one young, and this senior Ma has become addicted to gambling again. It's not bad that he didn't starve his little apprentice to death. How can you expect them to be exquisite!"

"Oh... Miss Liu, you are a talkative master!" Seeing how generous she was, He Qingqing said helplessly.

"I see, there's no need to be so troublesome. It's hard enough to tidy up the hot house. With this effort, it's better to go to the market outside to buy some food. Wouldn't it be faster and more convenient?"

"Forget it, the food outside is so greasy, it should be light after the injury, just give him some food to fill his stomach." Liu Yanhan said disapprovingly.

"Oh... let's go..." He Qingqing sighed, and said helplessly, "I'll listen to you, Doctor Liu, we will do whatever you say, so we will do it!"

"No, just stay here and take a look, I'll do it."

As he said that, Liu Yanhan rolled up his cuffs and put on a posture of working. After all, because of He Qingqing's physical condition, Liu Yanhan still didn't dare to make her work too hard.

"Hey... you are busy, I stand, you work, I watch, does this make sense?"

He Qingqing was a little unhappy when she heard Liu Yanhan arrange herself like this, she pursed her mouth and said reluctantly.

"We both came here together, we agreed to help and take care of each other along the way, to do work together, to carry things together, if you leave me alone like this, you might underestimate me, He Qingqing! "

"This..." For a while, Liu Yanhan was speechless, and secretly slandered: "Obviously Steward Li asked me to take care of you, Miss, along the way, but he didn't say that we need to help each other!"

But on the bright side, Miss He's kindness couldn't be ignored, so she had to take a step back.

Tactfully suggested: "How about this, Miss He, you are responsible for helping to see what can be used for cooking in this fire room, me! Just clean this place quickly, what do you think?"

"Well...that's about it."

The two finally reached a unity.

Then, Liu Yanhan cleaned up the firehouse, washed all the things in the firehouse, such as the tripod, retort, kettle, and retort, and fetched water to scrub the stove.

I don't know if Ma Langzhong lost too much money before. He and his little apprentice seem to be living very poorly. The bottles and cans in the fire room are all empty, and there is no food at all.

"No way! Nothing?" He Qingqing lifted a mouthful of the rice jar, and found that the inside had already bottomed out, and there was not even a single grain of rice dregs in it.

"It's so clean, do you want to starve the mice to death?" She said emotionally, "I don't believe it, there isn't even a single bit of ready-made food in such a fire room!"

He Qingqing was not too convinced, and ransacked the box again in the fire room, but there really wasn't any ready-made food.

But let her pick up half a ladle of white noodles in a box, and when she walked in the door, she saw a bunch of dried vegetables hanging on the wall, and she really couldn't find any more stock.

"Ugh……"

With a "bang bang", she put the half scoop of white noodles that she found with great difficulty on the case.

Sighing and complaining, "I searched all over this small firehouse, and there is nothing to eat, only this little white flour. I said earlier that it would be better to go to the street market to buy some food and bring it down. Such little white flour can do what?"

While scrubbing the rag, Liu Yanhan glanced at the noodle scoop, originally thinking that she could cook some porridge for Ma Langzhong to fill his stomach, but there was only a scoop of white flour here, which made her feel guilty. difficult.

It's not because she doesn't know how to cook, it's just that she grew up in Sichuan and Sichuan, and she is not good at pasta, and there is nothing she can do about it.

Although He Qingqing is a native of Nanyang City, there is no need to count on her, the eldest lady of the He family, since she was a child, she has lived a life where her fingers have never touched the spring water.

At this moment, it might be too difficult for her to make pasta.

"This..." Liu Yanhan said in embarrassment: "I really don't know how to play with pasta. It seems that we'd better go out to the street and buy some rice and vegetables before we come back!"

"As I said earlier, it's more convenient to go to the street market to buy some."

The two are discussing.

"You two, what are you up to!" Suddenly a voice came from behind.

The sudden shock frightened the two of them.

Looking back, it turned out that it was the aunt I met yesterday at the entrance of the Ma's Medical Center.

Liu Yanhan remembered that she was Ma Langzhong's neighbor, and the neighbors called her Aunt Lian.

He Qingqing also recognized the woman in front of her at a glance, and complained, covering her beating heart, "Oh, Aunt Lian, what are you doing! Why do you come out so suddenly every time to make people jump?" .”

"I'm sorry, you two..." Aunt Lian apologized with a smile on her face, "I've been here for a while, and you two were too involved in the discussion, you just didn't pay attention... Ha, ha, ha..."

Liu Yanhan asked: "Aunt Lian, why are you here?"

"Hi..." She spread her hands and replied, "Isn't it because I heard that Ma Langzhong was seriously injured last night, so I, as a neighbor, have to come and have a look, otherwise I really can't justify it!"

"I just had a face-to-face meeting with his little apprentice Liu'er, and that boy told me that thanks to the two girls' rescue this time, otherwise the old man would have died last night."

Speaking of which, Aunt Lian bowed slightly and gave a salute, and said gratefully: "As a neighbor, I have nothing to say, I can only thank the two girls for their kindness on behalf of Ma Lang!"

Seeing this, Liu Yanhan and He Qingqing quickly shied away and said: "Aunt Lian, it's serious! There's no need to raise your hands."

"We can't bear your kindness."

"Oh... I can bear it..." Aunt Lian smiled kindly.

She looked at the two girls in front of her cordially, waved her hands and said, "This time, that bad old man in Ma Lang deserved what he deserved. In this difficult situation, he must quit his gambling addiction and repent, it is not too late!"

Liu Yanhan waved his hand, and said modestly: "We others can do too little, and there is hardly any help."

He Qingqing also echoed Liu Yanhan's words and said: "That's right! Senior Ma's ability to rein in a precipice shows that he still has a conscience in his heart."

While talking, Aunt Lian looked at the stove, the table was clean, and there was a scoop of flour, so she asked with a smile: "You two girls, are you making pasta?"

"Oh! It's not..." Liu Yanhan hurriedly said, "It's just that Senior Ma was seriously injured, and he's been starving for almost a day and a night. Miss He and I want to cook something light for him, but there's only white noodles here. The two of you were worrying about what to do!"

"Ha, ha, ha..." Aunt Lian laughed heartily after hearing this.

"Ma Langzhong and his little apprentice are two rough guys, and there is no woman in the family. Now there are only you two young girls. It is really difficult to be guests, and you have to make food for them. Well, let my aunt come! If you want to help, just stand by and watch."

"Ah...this..."

Before He and Liu could react, she had already rolled up her cuffs, quickly took the rag from Liu Yanhan's hand, and started to work in the fire room familiarly.

There is nothing left and right now, and both He and Liu happen to be masters who don't know how to make pasta, so they chatted with Aunt Lian in the fire room while watching her cook.

Aunt Lian was indeed a good hand in the fire room, I saw that she did everything neatly.

She took down the bunch of dried vegetables hanging on the wall before, filled a rough clay bowl with water, and soaked the dried vegetables directly in the water.

The wilted and gray leaves, once soaked in water, gradually become flexible and plump, showing a watery appearance.

Throw a few pieces of dry wood into the hearth of the fire room again, and pick up some shavings to ignite, and use the tongs to send the shavings into the hearth, and gradually the dry firewood is ignited by the velvet.

I found a large cattail fan and slammed it against the stove for a while. The sparks on the charcoal fire crackled and were blown on and off by the fan. The flow of air made the stove burn more vigorously. It also warmed up.

Take a choko from the stove, fill it with water, sit on the stove and boil it.

While the water was boiling, she took a large porcelain basin from the shelf, which was the one that Liu'er's solid-eyed child almost used to feed "General Iron Armor".

Carefully brush the large porcelain basin inside and out with clean water, then pour all the half scoop of white noodles into the basin, scoop up a bowl of clear water, and when mixing in the white noodles, there will be a burst of powder smoke.

In a short while, the water and the dough melted together and became sticky. Aunt Lian rolled up her sleeves and started kneading the dough. It didn't take long for the sticky batter to be tamed by her hands, becoming pliable and muscular.

"Wow..." Seeing Aunt Lian juggling the white noodles under her hand, Liu Yanhan, a Sichuanese who had never seen it before, couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Aunt Lian, you are really quick at making pasta!"

"Hi... What's the matter..." Aunt Lian smiled brightly, chatting with the two young girls while busy with her work.

"You two are big girls who haven't left the court, so naturally you don't understand these trivial housework, but if you have a sweetheart and a family in the future, you will gradually understand, because you have to take care of your family!

I always hope that they dress warmer and eat better. Naturally, they have to pay more attention to food, which is actually not difficult. "

Listening, Liu Yanhan laughed, and she said: "How lucky your family is to be taken care of by such a virtuous person as Aunt Lian!"

"..."

For some reason, Aunt Lian just smiled and didn't say much, just focusing on the dough in her hand.

She put the flour on the chopping board sprinkled with white flour, rolled it into a ball, rolled it and flattened it.

Use a rolling pin to roll out a thin crust, which is rolled up layer by layer.

Use a knife to finely change the rolled cake skin into filaments, sprinkle with white flour and shake it out, the handmade noodles are ready, just waiting for the pan.

Just at this time, the water in Choshi boiled, and Choshi was taken away.

Set up a casserole.

Pour some boiling water into the casserole and bring it to a boil. The surface of the pot is covered with white waves. She brings the freshly cut noodles with a grate curtain and slowly puts them into the pot.

The heat wave was suppressed immediately, and after a while, the white waves rolled up again, and the pot noodles were considered cooked.

Aunt Lian picked up the bunch of soaked and stretched dried vegetables, squeezed out the water, threw it in the noodle soup and scalded it, and it was considered a success.

The noodles in clear soup are really noodles in clear soup, without any seasonings such as oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar.

"There is no woman in Ma Langzhong's house. He and his little apprentice lived a life without a meal. The bottles and cans in the fire room have long been empty, and no one has gone to refill them. The condiments can’t be put away today.”

Aunt Lian was busy picking out the steaming clear soup noodles from the casserole while talking.

"Anyway, the old man is injured now, so it's a good thing to eat lightly... It's done..." As she said, she put the noodles in clear soup on the case.

"Thank you, please send them there! Auntie, I still have things to do at home, so I won't bother the master and the apprentice any more. You two will say hello to me by the way, so farewell."

Seeing that Aunt Lian was about to leave as soon as she finished her work, Liu Yanhan and He Qingqing had no choice but to get up and see each other off.

"Aunt Lian, go slowly!"

But Aunt Lian repeatedly evaded and said: "It's done, I know the way, don't worry about it, go do your work."

She said with a smile, before her feet crossed the threshold, she seemed to think of something again, hesitated for a moment, then turned her head and said thoughtfully.

"Girls, I have something to say...some things, it's not convenient for me as a neighbor to talk too much, and you two have something to say..."

Seeing her hesitant to speak, Liu Yanhan said bluntly: "Why is Aunt Lian so polite, there is nothing wrong with saying something!"

"Ma Langzhong used to be a well-known doctor in Xinggang Township. He has been attending the clinic for the common people. He relieved many people's suffering and saved many lives. The common people saw him in their eyes and kept them in their hearts. Be in awe, love and love..."

Speaking of this, for some reason, Aunt Lian's eye sockets seemed to be slightly red, covered with a misty mist.

She smiled wryly: "Although he has acted biasedly in the past few years, and he has been deeply involved in the quagmire of evil gambling, but he is narrow-minded and conceited. He does not listen to the dissuasion of relatives and friends, and uses medical skills as a means of making money. Neighbors want to be close, but feel uneasy."

"In fact, most of the neighbors are simple people who don't know the truth. They are afraid of disturbing Mr. Ma's quietness on weekdays, so they don't dare to come to the door to disturb too much. If he can reflect on himself, I hope he can regain his strength and don't be depressed. The neighbors and neighbors are still the same. We need a good doctor like him." After saying this, Aunt Lian smiled relaxedly.

"..." After hearing this heartfelt words, Liu Yanhan and He Qingqing had nothing to say.

But she waved her hand and said with a smile: "Hey... well, let's not talk anymore, Auntie, I have other things to do, so I can't stay longer, let's go, let's go... let's not talk..."

After speaking, there was wind under his feet, and he trotted away all the way.

Liu Yanhan and He Qingqing had no choice but to fetch trays, bowls, and chopsticks, serve the bowl of steaming noodles in clear soup, and take it to Ma Langzhong, who was lying on the couch seriously injured, while it was still warm.