Facing the invitation of her mother-in-law, Song Qinghan was not quite used to it, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she deliberately refused.
From the age of five, after his younger brother was born, he felt the gap in his status and began to understand one thing - even his own mother would not risk selflessness.
Therefore, except when he didn't have the ability to survive alone, he received help from others, and he was rarely helped by others after he was fifteen years old.
In this village, the one who received the most help might be Su Zhengyang, because he directed the first ration to make a living, and the same is true. In the face of Su Jiaojiao's calculations, after Su Zhengyang asked for it himself , he endured it, said nothing, and acquiesced to everything.
The last time I went to my mother-in-law's house, it was because there were several brothers there. Now that everything is at home, he doesn't really want to go.
Song Qinghan just wanted to tell Su Jiaojiao to go by herself. He would just eat whatever he wanted at home. Anyway, both legs were injured, so even if he could barely walk, it would be inconvenient.
Who would have guessed that the girl who was about to starve to death just now and wanted to eat, immediately refused, and her voice was a little more eager to try: "Mom, no need, I see everything here, just now I'm learning to cook, I'll do it myself."
Sun Fang hesitated for a moment, but seeing that her daughter was already cheering up, she did not force it.
Anyway, the family is full of leftovers, which is actually not a good thing, and the slightly better things have been eaten by the people who came to the banquet.
She nodded: "Sure, then be careful."
"Mmmm!" Su Jiaojiao nodded with bright eyes, she just jumped up and jumped up, sent Sun Fang away, and rushed to the kitchen.
Song Qinghan was stunned.
He sat on the chair in the main room, looked at the busy voice in the kitchen, and asked in the bottom of his heart: Do girls' emotions change so quickly
He hadn't been in contact with the girl, so he didn't know.
But seeing that she was very active, she didn't go there, lest he would be a disservice.
Thinking of this, Song Qinghan lowered his eyes and looked at his pair of legs, one ankle was fractured, and the other was in the middle of the wooden warehouse. Fortunately, the tibia was not injured, and most of it had recovered.
It's just that the doctor said that he is very likely to be a lame person in the future, and this leg will not be able to contribute.
I didn't feel it before, but now... His eyes were dim, and his heart was a little sour, as if he had eaten an unripe persimmon, and the tip of his tongue seemed a little astringent.
Because of his situation, his parents, who didn't like to see him, scolded him hideously after hearing that the government subsidy had been spent on medical expenses. , for fear that he would ask for the money they had sent back earlier.
If it weren't for the help of the captain and his comrades, they would have wanted to give nothing, and there would be no such house.
"Well, I'm not very good at cooking, but it should be pretty good." A delicate voice interrupted his gaze at his legs. Song Qinghan raised his eyes and saw a touch of white and red, like the crispy sweet apple. Her small face appeared in front of her eyes, her eyes were sparkling, sweat dripped from the tip of her nose, and her tender red lips raised a beautiful smile.
She held a bowl in front of her in both hands, just like offering a treasure, with obvious anticipation in her eyes, as if asking for compliments
Song Qinghan was stunned for a moment, looking at the simple but just the right color noodles, a ray of heat poured onto his face, clouding his eyes, and the disgusting face that had been kept in his heart by counting time had disappeared for the most part. Only a vague shadow remained.
"Hmm~" Song Qinghan nodded, his throat choked slightly, his face instinctively sullen, hiding his emotions, and picked up the chopsticks.
The noodles are the most common handmade noodles in the town. The taste is average, and it actually tastes average. Even because it is a bit bland, it tastes a little bland.
But Song Qinghan still nodded, and her stern expression softened a little.
Seeing his reaction, Su Jiaojiao was overjoyed and asked further, "Is it delicious?"
Looking at her bright eyes, Song Qinghan pressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She was suddenly reluctant to tell the truth, hesitated for a while, and nodded, "...It's delicious."
Su Jiaojiao pursed her lips and smiled, just as she was about to complete the happy task, she heard the crisp and tender voice of the matchmaker system in her ear saying: [The praise is not sincere enough, please make persistent efforts! 】
Su Jiaojiao looked suspiciously at the noodles with some green vegetables and an egg. Isn't it delicious? impossible
But seeing Song Qinghan eating very seriously.
Su Jiaojiao was indignant, she boasted so unheartedly, how dare she still eat it? She frowned and grabbed the bowl and chopsticks directly. Facing Song Qinghan's blankly raised head, she said fiercely, "Praise sincerely, or I won't eat it!"
This is the meal she made with her own hands, shouldn't she be grateful? Even if it's not as good as the chef's food, it can't be so dishonest to praise, right
Song Qinghan: "..."
The little girl's crisp voice caught Song Qinghan by surprise. He looked at her with a dazed expression, but when he saw her frowning, her lips pouted slightly, and her pretty face was a little childish, he remembered what his father-in-law said to him: "Jiaojiao is still young and has a stubborn temperament, but she is not a bad-hearted child. You should be more full."
The coldness in his heart softened again. After all, she had never cooked before, and she was able to cook the first noodles so well. It was because of his high demands that Song Qinghan calmed down and said seriously: " really tasty."
His voice was low, and he looked at her with a smile from the corners of his eyes. Looking at his handsome eyebrows and his tall figure even when he was sitting, Su Jiaojiao suddenly felt a little warm on his cheeks, and at the same time, the voice of the matchmaker system sounded: [ … Mission completed, rewards are being distributed! 】
The voice was inexplicably weak and guilty.
Su Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly returned the bowl: "Eat, I'm going to eat too."
After speaking, she quickly ran to the kitchen to serve her own noodles. There was only a shallow bottom of the bowl, but when she picked up the bowl, a piece of chicken chop appeared out of thin air. This fragrance, smirk: "It's really fragrant!"
But when she finished eating the chicken chop and then had the noodles, then...
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into the night.
Su Jiaojiao came out of the bathroom, refreshed.
The wind at night is cool, and it is even more comfortable when it blows on the body.
Su Jiaojiao patted her bulging belly, burped with the smell of chicken chop, and touched her tender face just after washing her face. It was a pity that she couldn't see herself out of water and hibiscus.
I used to take a shower at home, and every time I took a shower, I felt that I was too beautiful in front of the mirror.
However, the mirrors in this house are relatively blurry. Although they can see clearly, they are still discounted.
She felt sorry for a moment, and went back to sleep briskly.
Although Song Qinghan had an injury on his leg, he had a lot of strength in his hand, and he had no problem taking care of himself. Su Jiaojiao didn't have to worry about it, except that when he returned to the room, he saw the half of the vacant bed, and some of his legs were weak.
Fortunately, the bed was big enough, and the two of them each had a thin quilt. Song Qinghan slept on the inside, with his hands flat, and the quilt was covered on his stomach. Under the dim oil lamp, his eyes were closed, and he was probably already asleep.
This was just right, Su Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief, blew out the oil lamp, and lay on the bed.
I thought that I would not be able to fall asleep if I changed the place, but Su Jiaojiao fell asleep soon after lying down. The dream was full of snacks, and there was also an ipad chasing drama, it was really beautiful.
Just fell asleep, and suddenly heard the crisp and tender voice of the matchmaker system calling to myself: [Host, wake up! 】
【Host! Hurry up, something big has happened! 】
【Host, are you going to become a widow? 】
Su Jiaojiao was awakened from her dream and heard the last sentence: "..."
At this time, there is no need for the small system to say anything. Su Jiaojiao also knows the situation. There is a big fireball beside her, and she groans in pain from time to time.
Have a fever
Su Jiaojiao frowned slightly, and she heard a sentence when she was reading the novel. The original owner was with Xiaobailian when Song Qinghan was sick. She thought that the illness was caused by his leg, but now it seems that it is a fever
…
【Ding! Task 6, the person with fever is very uncomfortable, ask the host to wipe the body for the husband to lower the temperature, reward: a full-length mirror! 】
Su Jiaojiao heard this sentence when she brought a match from the kitchen. She didn't have time to be happy. The mirror she wanted was now there.
When his hand touched Song Qinghan's cheek, did he realize that his temperature was too high
While quickly wiping him, she asked the system: [Are there any antipyretics? Can I buy it? 】
The matchmaker system reacted and quickly said: [There are some! Does the host want to buy it? Fifty cents a box, ten capsules! 】
[Buy] After Su Jiaojiao finished speaking, there was a box of antipyretic medicine on hand, a familiar brand: Gankang, this thing is very useful for reducing fever, especially for people who take it for the first time, she quickly broke the medicine in half and took it. Half of it was stuffed into Song Qinghan's mouth.
Who knows that this person is quite defensive, his lips are tightly pursed, and there is no intention to open it at all.
Su Jiaojiao angrily pinched his two jaws and squeezed in between, until his mouth puckered up, and only then did he break through the line of defense of his lips, and in the end he still had teeth.
"... Song Qinghan! Open your mouth!" She snorted softly.
Seemingly feeling it, under Song Qinghan's closed eyelids, the eyeballs moved, but they didn't open, but the seal on the teeth loosened a lot. Su Jiaojiao directly put the medicine in, and immediately bit her index finger, soft Tongue pressed against her fingertips.
pain!
Su Jiaojiao's face darkened, she didn't have the slightest bit of beauty in her heart, and she threatened viciously: "Let go! Or I'll bite you!"
Song Qinghan didn't move at all, but those thick brows were already wrinkled, presumably Gankang opened his mouth, and the bitter taste irritated him.
Su Jiaojiao sneered and bit his shoulder: "Ow!" Relentlessly.
Song Qinghan, who was burning in a daze, whimpered pitifully in pain, and subconsciously relaxed in his mouth.
Su Jiaojiao quickly took out her hand, wiped the saliva on him, and took the cold water prepared for herself from the bedside table and sent it over.
This time, I was honest, and I could follow her strength to get up a little bit, drank the cold water, and swallowed the half of the bitter medicine by the way, but the lips were aggrieved and deflated, like a child eating it. The expression after something you don't like.
Su Jiaojiao poked his face in a funny way, and her face looked a little better.
After drinking the water, Song Qinghan continued to fall asleep.
Su Jiaojiao wiped the sweat from her forehead, and she had to wipe his body. The medicine was available, but the task had not yet been completed. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but complain: [Honghong, can you be more reliable? Can't you just let me buy the medicine? 】
The matchmaker system said with a guilty conscience: [The host is very big, I don't want to make you kryptonite~~~] The last three words are extremely humble.
【… Then thank you Honghong! 】Su Jiaojiao smiled helplessly, and after coaxing a child to reply, she continued to lower her head to wipe Song Qinghan seriously, and after wiping her face, she took off her clothes again.
But after taking off the clothes, she took a deep breath and stayed there stupidly.
I saw a knife mark on his body that stretched almost diagonally across the entire waist and abdomen was glaring and dazzling. Taking a closer look, most of the wounds that had been healed, but for some reason, split open again. The deepest part in the middle was slightly white, and the blood was dark. !
There are some purple marks on the bloodstain. It should be medicine, but it doesn't work very well. Some of them are infected, which leads to the fever tonight.
Looking at Song Qinghan's deep breathing, warm body, and what was said in the original plot, Su Jiaojiao's eyes suddenly turned red, and she felt a little guilty for biting him just now.