Crossing the Nongmen: The Space of Doctor Women is on fire!

Chapter 143

Thinking about it this way, Gu Dingyu still decided not to speculate, no matter whether she is the original Yang Jinfan or not, and no matter what secrets she has, as long as he can teach her well and not hurt others, then she is good.

After thinking clearly, Gu Dingyu continued to concentrate on crushing the medicine.

Yang Jinfan, who was standing painfully on the stake in the yard, had no idea that he was being suspected again, and he was still hanging on the stake.

Near the evening, the painful practice process was finally over, and the three little ones dragged their tired bodies back to their respective rooms. Before going home, Yang Jinfan sneaked to the water tank while no one was paying attention, and stretched out his hand to pour the spiritual spring water into it.

Since practicing martial arts, she has become busier, and the task of cooking for the Gu family falls on Wang. Yang Jinfan secretly puts spiritual spring water into the water tank every day. Fragrance, it doesn't matter who does it.

Sure enough, Mrs. Wang came to cook these few days. The Gu family also loves to eat. They even praised Mrs. Wang for her improved cooking skills and her good teaching skills. I am almost ashamed to praise her.

After filling out the spirit spring water, she went into the kitchen and served each bowl of water separately, then went back to lie down and rest in peace, waiting for Mrs. Wang to call her for dinner.

When Wang's gentle calling sound came, Yang Jinfan had already fallen asleep unknowingly, and there were bursts of "gurgling" sounds from his stomach, and smelling the smell of food wafting from outside, Yang Jinfan was even more hungry.

At the dinner table, the three little dogs were gobbling up as if they were fighting a war. To the grown-ups, it was heartbreaking. Since practicing martial arts, the children’s faces were not only exhausted but also tired, and their appetites increased greatly. It is hard to imagine.

Lan Ze also bowed his head to eat without saying a word, he didn't have the image of a noble son at all, and his appetite was even bigger than that of Yang Laosan who had been working in the field for a day.

Jiang Xueyan put meat in the children's bowls, and also put a piece in Lanze's bowl, and said softly, "Eat more."

Lan Ze paused, and said inarticulately: "Thank you, cousin!"

The four children followed Lan Ze and shouted one after another: "Thank you, Auntie."

No one noticed that Gu Dingyu's face was about to turn black into the bottom of the pot, Yanyan even picked up food for Lan Ze, but she didn't pick it up for him!

Yang Jinfan raised his eyes to catch a glimpse of Gu Dingyu's expression, raised his hand to rub his small nose, and pinched the tip of his nose.

"Why is there such a strong smell of vinegar, as if someone's vinegar jar has been turned over, ouch, it seems to be Master's!"

Everyone subconsciously looked at Gu Dingyu, Gu Dingyu was caught off guard, and it was too late for him to retract his expression, and everyone saw it.

Yo, it's really jealous!

Gu Dingyu gave Yang Jinfan a resentful look, and put a piece of meat heavily into her bowl.

"Eating can't stop your mouth, eat quickly."

Jiang Xueyan chuckled, how old is she, yet so childish!

She picked up a piece of meat and put it into Gu Dingyu's bowl: "Eat it, no one is partial."

Staring at the extra piece of meat in the bowl, Gu Dingyu's expression finally eased a lot, as if he could see a rainbow through the clouds.

Everyone present laughed without saying a word, you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally burst into laughter at the same time.

After eating, Yang Jinfan was carried home by Yang Laosan. She wanted to refuse, but Yang Laosan insisted on this, saying that she should have a good rest after a hard day of martial arts practice, and said that she will not carry her more now. In two years, when his daughter grows up, he probably won't be able to recite it anymore.

Yang Jinfan was very moved. In this era, even if a father of a wealthy family loves his daughter, he would not carry it on his own when he is seven years old, while the third child Yang loves her and doesn't care about the opinions of the outside world.

After returning home, Mrs. Wang went into Yang Jinfan's room with a basin of hot water.

Yang Jinfan sat by the bed, Wang put down the hot water and went to take off Yang Jinfan's shoes, Yang Jinfan quickly stopped her.

"Mom, I'll do it myself."

Shaking her head, Mrs. Wang insisted on helping her take off her shoes and socks, and slowly put her tender little feet into the hot water basin.

"Is the water temperature right?"

Yang Jinfan nodded, and obediently replied: "It's appropriate."

Wang helped Yang Jinfan massage his feet with distress, and asked softly, "Afan, is martial arts hard?"

When she was busy in the kitchen, she also paid attention to the children in the yard who were exposed to the sun. Sweat poured out in fistfuls, and the pain was beyond words.

Yang Jinfan shook his head and smiled sweetly at Mrs. Wang: "Mother, don't worry, it's fine. I'm just practicing martial arts. How can my father work hard in the field all day?"

In fact, thinking back carefully, it was just that the time standing on the wooden stake was difficult, and the sun was unbearable, but she had spiritual spring water, the divine water that nourished all things, and she would be fine if anyone had trouble.

Wang sighed and pointed to her little feet and said: "The feet are swollen and still say it's okay. Mother knows that Afan is sensible, but don't do everything by yourself. No matter how capable you are, you are still a child. Everything depends on father and mother. Besides, your father has rough skin and thick flesh, he is used to the sun no matter how big it is, but my daughter is different, she has thin skin and tender flesh, how can she stand up to such torture?"

Yang Laosan, who had just arrived outside the door, heard Wang's words and opened the door to come in.

"Children, it is right to suffer. My daughter is not afraid of suffering. Why do we care about it? Martial arts must be hard work, but since you have chosen this path, you have to stick to it. It's okay, kid, change the skin quickly, it will recover in a few days, so don't worry too much."

"Yeah, mother, I really don't work hard. You see, Brother Jun is still sick. He can do it. Of course I can too!"

The daughter said so, and Wang couldn't say anything more, she just felt sorry for her daughter's swollen feet, so she helped her dry the water on her feet, massaged her, covered her with a quilt, and left the room.

She can't help the children, so she cooks more delicious food to reward the children. Recently, her cooking skills have improved a lot, and she is very confident in herself.

Day after day of practice, Yang Jinfan needs less and less time to recover. After half a month, after practicing martial arts, he no longer feels paralyzed at the beginning.

Qian Qinyi and Huai Gujun's condition also improved, but they did not recover as quickly as Yang Jinfan.

Lan Ze was shocked by the state of the three children. He did not expect that this trip was really the right one. Although his cousin was there, his life was not as carefree as before, but he still had three martial arts wizards as his apprentices. Very gratifying.

In the blink of an eye, it was the beginning of autumn, Gu Dingyu, Jiang Xueyan and Lan Ze had a rare unanimous opinion, gave the children a day off, and took them to the town to play. Yang Jinfan took this opportunity to take the handkerchief Lin embroidered Bring it, ready to find a chance to take it to Xu Yuxiang.

The town was still the same as before, neither too lively nor too deserted. After being bored for a long time, the children finally relaxed and ran around like crazy.

Lan Ze turned into an old woman in an instant, chasing after one and instructing the other, so busy that she was dizzy.

　Two thousand today~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)