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There was a trace of self-willedness in his tone unconsciously. In his perception, Shi Jingchen was closer than the rest of the Ji family, so he naturally revealed his true feelings.

Shi Jingchen felt his natural dependence, and the expression on his face softened a bit.

But bone soup, he couldn't make it without bones, so he refused coldly: "There is no bone soup."

Just when Ji Xiuran showed disappointment, he lifted the pheasant and wild mushrooms he was carrying and said, "There's chicken soup."

After hearing this, Ji Xiuran looked over with bright eyes, couldn't help swallowing, and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, chicken soup is also very good, put some wild mushrooms, dried bamboo shoots, and some white wine, Simmer for an hour on low heat, and the taste will be perfect."

After speaking, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Shi Jingchen saw his hopeless appearance, gave him a disgusted look, turned around and walked towards the kitchen without saying anything.

Although he looked disgusted on the surface, he still stewed chicken soup according to the method he said.

An hour later, the fragrant chicken soup came out of the pot.

Shi Jingchen filled a bowl, and when he turned around to take it out, he saw a few children who were attracted by the aroma, gathered around the kitchen door, poking their heads.

Then he paused, put down the bowl, took out another bowl from the cupboard, filled half a bowl of meat out of the pot, and waved to the biggest girl outside the door.

The little girl hesitated for a moment before walking in.

Shi Jingchen handed her the bowl and confessed, "Take it and eat it with your younger siblings."

The little girl raised her eyes, looked at him with dark eyes, then nodded, took it, carefully took it out, and shared it with her younger siblings.

Shi Jingchen stood at the door of the kitchen, watching a few children eating chicken, his face was full of satisfaction, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

Only then did he pick up the bowl again, and walked to Ji Xiuran's room.

After Ji Xiuran finished his portion of chicken soup, he burped lightly, showing a satisfied expression.

Shi Jingchen looked at his satisfied look, shook his head slightly, looked at him funny, thought, this man is really easy to support, a bowl of chicken soup is enough.

Only then did Ji Xiuran realize that his behavior was a little out of character, and he looked at Shi Jingchen who had been staring at him with a blushing expression, and asked, "Don't you want to eat, third brother?"

Shi Jingchen shook his head and said, "I'll eat later."

Ji Xiuran was stunned for a moment, then said "oh", then thought for a while and said, "Then third brother stay here."

When Shi Jingchen heard his words, he raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked, "Are you sure?"

This room, unlike the rented houses in the county, has only one bed.

If this person doesn't let himself sleep on the floor, then the two of them will sleep on the same bed.

With such an awkward relationship between the two now, it is not wise to share a bed.

Hearing his question, Ji Xiuran blinked incomprehensibly, and looked at him suspiciously.

Shi Jingchen didn't make it difficult for him, so he expressed his concerns.

After hearing this, Ji Xiuran still looked at him incomprehensibly, what does it have to do with two big men sleeping together.

Shi Jingchen looked at someone who was still full of doubts, and was speechless for a moment, then sighed lightly, and explained to him in detail.

There are even more mixed feelings in his heart, since he moved to Ji's family when he was six years old, he has been taking care of Ji Xiuran for more than ten years.

It can be said that the Ji family has the most contact with him, and he is the one who knows that person best.

That's why he was able to feel the difference between the two in the first place.

Now looking at this ignorant and ignorant person, thinking about the completely different temperament of this person and that person, for a moment, I felt helpless and funny.

But seeing this person's dependence on him, there was a touch of sweetness in his heart.

Under Shi Jingchen's detailed explanation, Ji Xiuran finally understood the meaning of two people sleeping together.

He was also very speechless about the rules of this era, and then he thought of something, and said: "If we don't say it, who knows."

Anyway, he wants this person to stay no matter what.

Not for anything else, just that he wanted the man to scrub him.

In the past few days, he was ashamed to bother his parents and his brothers, so he kept holding back. When he saw this person today, he couldn't bear it anymore.

If he doesn't wash it, he will stink.

After hearing his request, Shi Jingchen was speechless for a moment, and then agreed.

When it was time for dinner, the Ji family were very happy to see Shi Jingchen, and they happily agreed to his offer to stay and take care of Ji Xiuran.

Before going to bed at night, Shi Jingchen naturally went back with a basin of hot water to wipe Ji Xiuran's body.

Ji Xiuran enjoyed Shi Jingchen's service, and after cleaning up, he felt relaxed.

Lying comfortably on the bed, he thanked Shi Jingchen and said, "Third brother, thank you, I haven't been able to clean up these few days, and I feel like I'm going to be rotten. Fortunately, you came today."

He was in a good mood and started talking more, gossiping with Shi Jingchen about some big and small things that happened at home these days.

Shi Jingchen lay on the bed, listening to his relaxing voice, he felt very relaxed.

After a while, I heard the man's voice gradually getting lower, and finally murmured a few words, and then the voice disappeared.

I couldn't help turning my head to look over, and when I saw the delicate and unusual face stained by the moonlight outside the window, I couldn't help but want to raise my hand to touch it.

When he saw the shadow falling on his face, he reacted in vain, withdrew his hand, turned his head, and lay down with his back to this person.

Pursing her lips, she suppressed the throbbing in her heart.

Chapter 8

The next day, when the hour came, the sun shone through the half-opened wooden window and shone on the pale yellow wall, instantly dispelling the darkness in the room.

Leaning against the north wall corner, there is a large canopy bed with exquisite workmanship, which can be regarded as an expensive piece of furniture in this simple adobe house.

The blue curtain hanging on the bed is fluttering slightly with the breeze blowing through the window.

The long tassels hanging from the hooks of the curtains are now caressing the face of the sleeping person lying on the bed with the breeze, disturbing one's dream.

The long eyelashes moved slightly, and the person on the bed finally opened his eyes.

Ji Xiuran opened his eyes in a daze, raised his hand to sweep away the tassels that had been stroking his face, then turned over and lay down on his back.

At this time, I remembered with some doubts that when he fell asleep last night, he seemed to be asleep inside, so why did he run to the side of the bed now.

It was only later that he realized that he was the only one left in the room.

But last night I slept very comfortably, I couldn't help lying on the bed and stretched a little, then I didn't care to think about it, turned over and lay on my back, and closed my eyes again.

In this fine weather, it is natural to have a good sleep to live up to the good times.

But just as he closed his eyes, Shi Jingchen came in from outside with a basin in his hand.

Just seeing him roll over and roll comfortably on the bed, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Seeing that he closed his eyes and didn't intend to get up at all, he couldn't help saying: "Get up."

It was getting late, it was time for this man to get up and eat, and it was time to take his morning medicine.

Hearing the shout, Ji Xiuran moved his ears slightly, but he didn't intend to get up at all, and rubbed his head against his pillow, protesting silently.

Shi Jingchen put the water basin on the shelf next to him, turned around and saw him looking like a rascal, and was speechless.

Then he walked to the bed, and said lightly, "The chicken noodle soup I ate in the morning, and yesterday's chicken soup, have been warmed up all night, and they are thick and rich."

After speaking, he deliberately paused, and then continued: "The aftertaste is endless."

Although Shi Jingchen's tone did not fluctuate much, and his words were not too gorgeous, such simple and straightforward language still aroused people's imagination.

Especially Ji Xiuran, who was lying on the bed with his ears propped up, was almost drooling.

Immediately, no one called him a second time, opened his eyes, sat up, looked at Shi Jingchen calmly, and greeted Shi Jingchen with his usual expression: "Good morning, third brother!"

He acted as if he had just woken up, completely refusing to admit that he was lured by delicious food.

Seeing his appearance, Shi Jingchen had a smile in his eyes, but his face was normal, and he had no intention of exposing him at all.

Seeing that this person didn't laugh at his reaction, Ji Xiuran immediately became happy and quickly got off the bed.

Unexpectedly, the movement was a bit big, and as soon as he stood up, he staggered and sat back on the bed.

Shi Jingchen was taken aback by him, and quickly stepped forward to support him, and then reprimanded him with some helplessness: "Be careful!"

Yesterday, this person could only lie on the bed and was unable to get up. Although he looked good today, he was still a little weak after all, so he couldn't act recklessly.

Ji Xiuran also reacted, looked at Shi Jingchen and smiled embarrassingly, then patted his chest, and assured him: "Third brother, don't worry, I'm already healed."

Shi Jingchen squinted at him suspiciously, snorted coldly, and said, "Who is the one who fell ill for no reason?"

Ji Xiuran was exposed face to face, shrunk his neck in embarrassment, and then retorted stiffly: "Well, it's not my fault..."

His voice lowered under Shi Jingchen's stare, and finally he closed his mouth silently, no longer arguing.

Obediently relying on Shi Jingchen's strength to stand up.

Let this person support himself to wash and dress himself, and never dare to be careless again.

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At this time, in the upper room, Father Ji was sitting on the seat, rubbing his dry pipe.

Ji's mother was sitting on the stool at the door, with a sewing frame beside her, holding a mille-ply bottom in her hand, lowering her head and carefully receiving it.

Father Ji packed a pipe with a serious face, took out the fire pack and lit it, took a puff, then let it out faintly, and looked out the door with deep eyes.

After a while, he said softly