After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

Dong Chuanlin hadn't figured out what it meant for Zhuohua to set him up, so the double pincers of life and work crushed him to death, and there was no time left for him to take a rest for a while.

The special processing room has strict requirements, and the teachers are all fierce, without leaving any human touch.

All operations start from the most basic, even if he and Chen Suiyang have practiced hundreds of times before, the master doesn't care, they have to practice again until they are satisfied.

I was busy from morning to night, and when I got off work and returned to the house, my arms were so sore that I couldn't lift them up.

On the other hand, something disturbing happened to Aunt Han again.

Aunt Han has always been in poor health, and she has been relying on drinking medicine to support her mental strength when she was in Miaozhu Village.After coming to the pharmaceutical village, Han Song still took the medicine every half a month, and urged Aunt Han to take the medicine on time.

I don't know whether it's because the prescription has been used for too long or the weather has changed too fast recently. Aunt Han's physical fatigue is getting worse day by day, and she wants to lie down in the house to rest all day long.

Han Song wanted to take a few days off to take Aunt Han to see a doctor, but the weather was so bad that it rained intermittently, without any rules.For the sake of safety, Han Song did not dare to take the risk of taking Aunt Han out on rainy days, so he could only take care of her in life, hoping that she could feel more comfortable.

Dong Chuanlin was also nervous all day long, and ran to Han's house as soon as he got off work.In the past, I was rushing to eat, but now I was rushing to work.

The guards had a lot of things to do, and it was not easy for Han Song to get off work on schedule. He still had to do a lot of cooking and decoction when he returned home. He felt distressed and wanted to help share the burden.

Dong Chuanlin bumped into Han Song on the way to the residence of the Han family. He probably just came back from a patrol, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he walked in a hurry.

"Are you so early today?" Han Song slowed down, looking at the people who were getting closer to him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "I smell like sweat all over, don't get on you."

Dong Chuanlin didn't care, "It's okay, I don't smell much." Compared with the smell of the processing room and the smell of sweat, I don't know which one is more unpleasant.

"Have you set a date to go?" He asked about the time to take Aunt Han to see a doctor. Illness is the worst thing to procrastinate, and it is not uncommon for minor illnesses to become serious illnesses, not to mention that Aunt Han is originally in poor health.

"It's fixed, I'll go tomorrow." While talking, he just walked to the door of the house, Han Song opened the door and said, "I just want to take a cart of medicine away tomorrow, and I just agreed with the driver to take his car."

"The medicine cart has a strong smell. Aunt Han... can she keep it?" Dong Chuanlin couldn't help worrying, "Why don't you ask the supervisor to borrow the carriage, which will not only make you feel more comfortable, but also make it faster."

In addition to the carts used to transport medicines in the village, the supervisor also has a carriage, which is kept in the stables when there is nothing to do.

Han Song refused bluntly: "No, you don't know my mother's temperament yet, and you would rather suffer yourself than bother others. Besides, I don't know how many days it will take me to come back. What if there is an emergency supervisor?"

That's right, the world is unpredictable, and everything should not be too good.Dong Chuanlin nodded in agreement with his statement.

After he got home, he didn't stop walking. He was busy filling rice in the rice tank for steaming rice, and boiling water for a while.Dong Chuanlin was not far behind, and after confirming the ingredients, he began to choose and wash.

The two cooperated tacitly, one chose to wash, and the other cut and chopped. After the ingredients were prepared, Han Song took the spoon and Dong Chuanlin lit the fire.

Originally, Dong Chuanlin wanted to try stir-frying a dish. He had learned how to stir-fry herbs for so long, and his technique was proficient.

As soon as the idea popped up, he was ruthlessly smashed.

The situation is urgent now, and there is no more time to rest, let alone let novices cook. If the taste is not good, how will Aunt Han, a patient, swallow it? Thinking about Dong Chuanlin, I think it is not feasible.

Stuffing the firewood into the stove, Dong Chuanlin held his chin and looked ahead.

Han Song worked cleanly and neatly, and his cooking was unambiguous.

Dong Chuanlin thought to himself - if I was asked to do it, I would be in a hurry, and I don't know when I will let Brother Song eat the delicious food he cooked.

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Considering that the patient should avoid food, and Aunt Han seldom walks around, Han Song specially added more water to the rice, so the dishes are all clear and bland.

Even so, Aunt Han still ate less, but she ate two more bites. She always said that she couldn't eat when she was full.Han Song had nothing to do with her, so he had to let her go.

After washing the dishes, Dong Chuanlin wiped off the water stains, "The stove is still burning, remember to add firewood. I'll go back first, you go to bed early, and I'll see you off tomorrow morning."

As soon as he turned around, his hand was pulled, and he looked up in confusion.

"Sleep here tonight." Han Song explained, "I don't know how many days it will take to go back this time."

Dong Chuanlin Yizheng stumbled and said, "But I want, I want to go back and wash up. I don't want to change my clothes..." His voice became smaller and smaller.

Han Song laughed out loud, "Where are you going? I'll get the clothes for you, you wait here."

"Don't, don't, don't!" Dong Chuanlin hastily stopped him, "What kind of words are you going to say? You don't know how to pass it on when people see it." Some people love each other and others are jealous. It's bad.

"I think you're like a vixen." Han Song raised the corners of his lips and said with great interest, "It's still the kind that specializes in seductiveness, and keeps me tied to death."

The sudden love words made Dong Chuanlin blush. He gave Han Song a very unimpressive look, then said "I'll be right back" and rushed out of the door.

Only Han Song was left with a smirk looking at his back.

Before dawn the next day, Han Song woke up.He carefully removed the hand on his neck, but before he put it down, he woke up first.

"It's dawn." Dong Chuanlin opened his eyes in a daze, his voice was hoarse, and he tried to get up with his arms. "I'll help you pack your luggage."

Han Song pushed him back under the quilt, "No, I can do it myself." He rubbed his palm and asked softly, "Is it still sore, do you want to rub it again?"

The person who was half asleep and half awake immediately woke up when he heard this, quickly withdrew his hands, and said embarrassingly: "It's not sour..."

The strength of the caress became stronger, and Han Song squeezed the palm of his hand deliberately, "Is it really not sour? That's not what you said last night."

"Shut up!" Dong Chuanlin raised his voice and glared at him, resentfully said: "You still have the nerve to speak." It was really shameless, and he gave up his old face just to feel good.

Han Song smiled, lowered his head and pecked his forehead, "I'll let you find it all back in the future."

The two chatted for a few days without nutrition, Dong Chuanlin's eyelids drooped overwhelmed, staring at his sleeping face for a while, Han Song got up and left.

At the dawn of the morning sun, Dong Chuanlin abnormally did not rush to the processing room, but accompanied the mother and son of the Han family to take the medicine cart with a burden.

The coachman was considerate of Aunt Han's frail body, so he specially reserved a place in the carriage, settled Aunt Han, and the medicine cart set off.Han Song didn't say a word of farewell, just waved his hand.

Watching the carriage drift away and disappear into the forest path.Dong Chuanlin withdrew his eyes and stared at the scorching sun and went to the processing room.

Walking along the way in a hurry, he vaguely heard someone chatting while walking, as if they were about "fighting wars", "generals", "finding a job" and so on.