nucmednet Chapter 122
Chapter 122
"Smells so good? Who's eating eggs? They smell like chopped green onions."
"If you don't make a fuss, it'll be for the three of us to eat."
The child's foot was pricked by a stone by the stream. She couldn't say in front of A Yuan and A Fu that she was fine, so she had to come back with Waiya first.
Relying on their sensitive five senses, they caught Cao Ping red-handed. They happily accepted Cao Ping's bribe, and Waiya and Cao Ping shared the egg pancake.
The child didn't want to eat these, so Cao Ping used the oil in the pan and a little batter to make her a soft scallion pancake.
This is definitely not authentic, but the kids don’t mind.
It’s hard to say whether Cao Pinggao was happy or not, but they were very happy anyway.
Waiya also wanted to stir-fry the snails she brought back, but Cao Ping said that it would take a few days to let the sand spit out, otherwise the snails would smell like mud.
He understands water and his word is final.
The child and Waiya found a basin, threw the snails into clean water, and left them alone.
The same goes for Zhuier's snails.
The next day they went to check again and found that there were many more small snails in the basin. They were only a little bit big and were clinging to the edge of the basin. They didn't know which one was their mother.
That doesn’t matter. After they changed the water, many of the snails disappeared.
It fell to the ground like a small stone, and it was difficult to pick up. Finally, it was carried away by ants.
They really are not picky at all.
The kids really just watch whatever fun is going on, but they don't do anything serious.
Hu Shanniang wanted to take Meng Yunhe down the mountain with her, but his determination to see the Wuxiang True God was as firm as a rock.
The village chief looked at the weather, which was sometimes good and sometimes bad, and refused to let the villagers take the risk of going down the mountain, so they were trapped here.
More than ten days were wasted in the blink of an eye.
Old man Li even picked up the stones in the ground and prepared to turn the soil over thoroughly.
He was bored because of being idle, but he also loved the land very much. Even though he knew it was fake, he still couldn't help but want to go and serve.
Weed and pick out stones, turn the soil over and apply fertilizer, and it will be a better piece of land next year.
He even took the earthworms that Zhuier was going to use for fishing and put them on the ground.
He really loves it.
That day the child was awakened by Zhuier's noisy voice.
She thought a bird on the roof had stolen her earthworms.
She insisted that Chang Xiaoyu take her to the roof.
"What are you doing up there?"
"I'm going to roast them!"
"Okay, give me two."
Just as Chang Xiaoyu agreed, he saw Hu Shanniang looking at him. The look in her eyes startled him, and in a fit of impulse he threw the defenseless Zhuier aside, smiling with a guilty conscience, "I was just teasing her."
Zhuier, who fell flat on his face, rushed forward and bit his arm.
After being separated by Hu Shanniang, she continued to curse.
The child who slept until noon walked into the kitchen as usual.
Cao Ping was stealing eggs again, Waiya was grilling fish, and she grabbed a cold steamed bun and ate it.
"Where's Young Master Meng?"
He had been tilling the fields with Old Man Li for several days, but he would always come back to cook at mealtime. Otherwise, this group of people would just fend for themselves, or he would just cook a pot of porridge, but they wouldn't eat it together.
"Who knows, maybe he ran away." If it were Meng Yunhe, he would have run away long ago.
The people in this yard clearly treated him as a farmhand, including her, of course.
I have never seen such an honest person who would work so diligently and provide his own food just for a tooth and a place to live. I really don’t know if he is an ox or a horse?
They themselves were not willing to cook for others, yet he had done it for so many days in a row.
"No way, didn't he say he couldn't fly too high on his sword? Wouldn't he still get lost?"
"Who cares? Let's eat fish."
The fish that Waiya grilled was... very mushy. The child is a vegetarian, so she asked Cao Ping.
"No." He flatly refused and left with the eggs and the clay pot.
He must have found a place where no one was around to cook.
Waiya: "Forget it."
She wasn't very sincere in giving it.
This is a weird guy. If I couldn't extort fish from him, I wouldn't pay attention to his whereabouts.
The children all felt a little regretful for helping Waiya to block Cao Ping.
"When will you let him go?"
"When will he stop stealing eggs?"
This is a good question. Cao Ping loves to cheat just like them.
Meng Yunhe’s food is always full.
They think it’s all fake…
The child stole a carrot and started to chew it.
If the master knew about these things, he would definitely ask Master Jingchi to beat her.
She started to lose focus again, and after eating the radish, she sat on the doorstep and looked at the sky.
A drop of water suddenly fell on her face.
A little cooler.
It is going to rain?
The day was not as cloudy as yesterday, but it was indeed going to rain and water was starting to drip.
The raindrops were not big, but they were enough to make people understand that those who need to collect clothes should collect clothes, and those who need to go home should go home.
Meng Yunhe and Old Man Li also gave up the idea of working harder to finish the work on this piece of land.
The rain came down as soon as it was said.
It was a continuous drizzle, even the wind was cool and clear, the thunder and lightning were far away, what kind of rain is this?
Neighbors were either enjoying the cool in the shed or eating in the main room, without even having to close the door.
The children had to stay in the same room, squeeze at a table, waiting to eat Young Master Meng's copper hot pot. If they sat too far away, they couldn't get the food.
But it feels awkward sitting so close.
They didn't talk or make any noise, it was so quiet.
Steam was rising, and the water in the pot was bubbling. Meng Yunhe added mushrooms and said, "You two really don't look like a family..."
They have tried very hard to pretend.
These words made their breathing stop.
But Meng Yunhe continued, "I know you all want to go and see what's going on with the Formless True God."
He spoke confidently, as if he had seen through something. "We are all kindred spirits, with the same goal. There's no need to bother resisting each other. You initially wanted to leave the village and look for it on your own. I know you were afraid of hurting the villagers, but don't worry. I've already sent a message to the Cui family. Master Jiexing will be here soon. Then we can go together to check it out. With the villagers there, the gods won't be wary, and we can protect them if anything happens."
He planned everything clearly.
But when did he send the letter?
They looked at each other.
"Haha, you figured that out."
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
"By the way, where are they?"
Seeing that they accepted it, Meng Yunhe immediately broke into a huge smile. "They should be around here. They were tracking down the whereabouts of the Wuxiang True God and went straight to the True God Temple. They were delayed for a while but didn't see any trace of the True God until I sent a message. I never thought that by some strange coincidence, I would actually help Master Jiexing. Now I have something to brag about when I go back."
He had heard that there was an epidemic in a village and rushed over to help, but he didn't expect that the people in that village had almost recovered.
When he arrived, Master Jiexing was distributing medicine to people and talking about the evil spirit. He went over to him and wanted to join them in capturing the evil spirit.
But they were unwilling to take him with them, so he followed them and got lost. It was quite embarrassing. It would be great if he could help now.
The mushrooms in the pot were almost cooked, and he urged everyone to eat quickly.
Perhaps they felt embarrassed for having lied to him, so they all picked up some food for him. He couldn't bear to refuse their kindness, so he ate a lot.
In the drizzle, the young knight danced with the sword and sang loudly. The frosty blade was as white as snow, and there was a rustling sound with every swing and thrust.
The children watched this scene with smiles on their faces.
He is a good man, but he doesn't understand mushrooms or human hearts.
Eat some mushrooms to wake you up.
Do they look like the kind of people who would do something like this?