Nongmen doctor girl: flirt with a sick and charming first child

Chapter 5 The little husband is a bit arrogant

A large firewood was set up in the earthen kiln, and the blazing flame soon caused the water in the earthen pot to boil.The next step is to simmer slowly over low heat so that all the flavor in the soup is absorbed into the bamboo shoots.

In front of the single-pot earth stove next to it, there was a large bundle of pine and bamboo branches and other flammable dry firewood. An Jingchen, who had just washed his face, straightened his back and added firewood to the stove with a serious look.

At a young age, he has the style of a veteran cadre, and coupled with the face of an ascetic male god, he is really endearing.

The water in the pot boiled, and Qiao Muyao put away her unabashed aunt's smile, scooped up a pot of hot water, and took her brother to the main room.

"Sister, those bamboo shoots smell so delicious. How long will it take before we can eat them?" Qiao Muyang reluctantly moved his eyes away from the earthen pot.

"It needs to be cooked again to make it taste better."

Qiao Muyao made a pot of tea, took out the vegetable cakes from before, and handed one of them to him, "Eat it before it's cold."

Qiao Muyang's eyes widened, "Don't give it to brother-in-law?"

"Didn't you see that he was cooking millet porridge?" Qiao Muyao was so hungry that she ate one cup of tea and one cup of cake without caring about her appearance.

As soon as he finished eating the cake, he heard a crackling sound coming from the kitchen. The child was very curious. When he heard the sound, Qiao Muyang grabbed the cake and ran towards the kitchen.

"Sister, come and look, the kitchen is on fire!"

"What? It's on fire!" Qiao Muyao quickly got up and ran towards the kitchen.

She was dumbfounded when she ran to the kitchen. She saw that the bundle of firewood in front of the stove was burning cracklingly, especially the bamboo. When the bamboo joints burned, there was an explosion like a firecracker, and sparks immediately flew out.

Cough cough cough...

An Jingchen was choked by the smoke and coughed. He was holding half a bucket of water in his hand and was hurriedly pouring it with a ladle.There is grease in pine branches, how can it be so easily spilled?The flames were rising higher and higher, and were about to burn to the rafters.

"Run!"

The house was made of earth and wood, which was no joke. Qiao Muyao shouted at her brother and ran out.

"Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster strikes." Haha, this is indeed true. An Jingchen looked at her exiting figure, and a sneer gradually appeared on the glacier face that had not changed for thousands of years. Mom, this After all, I misjudged the person.

Just as he was thinking this, he saw a figure with a wet cloth covering his face rushing in, dragging a large branch.

"Tie this on quickly!" Qiao Muyao ran up to him and handed him a wet towel.

It turns out she wasn't running for her life!

An Jingchen stared blankly at the towel in his hand, only to see that she, all wet, had already rushed into the sea of ​​fire and was beating the burning firewood with the branches in her hands.

This leafy branch was indeed more useful than a water ladle. After several blows, the fire quickly subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After putting on the wet towel, he felt less choked instantly. An Jingchen followed him with a bucket and poured out the remaining flames.

"What's going on? It's on fire!" The mother and daughter of the Ding family who lived next door rushed over.

Seeing this fight, Chang Wenhui stood at the door and scolded, "After cooking for so many years, how can you set the kitchen on fire? I think you did it on purpose, Mu Yao, did it happen in the afternoon? I'm still holding it in my heart. gas?"

"Ahem... I must not want to be divorced, so I deliberately set fire to kill Brother Jingchen!" Ding Meng'er frowned and fanned the smoke with her hand.

"Mom, don't get me wrong, I lit this fire." An Jingchen turned around and explained.

"What... is it you?" Chang Wenhui finally shut up.

"Junzi is far from the kitchen, why are you in the kitchen?" Ding Meng'er was also surprised.

"Cook."

An Jingchen said briefly and concisely.

"Cooking?" Ding Meng'er suddenly became furious, "You Qiao Muchao, you actually asked Brother Jingchen to cook, you are totally rebelling!"

"Yes, I just let him cook!"

Qiao Muyao turned around and smiled at her proudly: "This is a matter between us husband and wife. What does it have to do with you, an outsider?"

Perhaps stimulated by the word husband and wife, Ding Meng'er instantly lost control and rushed towards her, "You shameless bitch, you are the one who robbed my brother Jingchen..."

Just as she was about to get her hair, Qiao Muchao raised the branch and hit her with such force that she screamed repeatedly.

The leaves that were scorched black by the flames left deep or shallow black marks on Ding Meng'er's face and body, making her look extremely miserable.

"How dare you dream!"

Chang Wenhui wanted to rush over and seek justice for her daughter, but because Jingchen was present, she had to suppress her voice in order to maintain her image as an elder.

After a while, the flames that were finally suppressed started to ignite again. Qiao Muyao quickly turned around to start the fire.

Ding Meng'er suffered a loss and unwillingly grabbed a piece of chopped firewood, aiming at the back of her head and raising it.

If this stick goes down, someone will definitely die. An Jingchen can't believe that the ferocious woman in front of him will be the gentle and lovely Meng'er in the past.

"stop!"

he snapped.

The wooden stick that Ding Meng'er raised high was stuck in mid-air. She pouted her lips unwillingly, "Who asked her to hit me first!"

"You didn't see me putting out the fire. If you don't help, forget it. If you add trouble, I won't hit you or who else will I hit!" Although Qiao Muyao was talking, her hands were not idle.

"If you have any questions, let's wait until the fire is put out."

An Jingchen glanced at Ding Meng'er warningly, thinking about it, how could she still have the heart to quarrel.

Jingchen had already spoken, but the mother and daughter could not make another mistake, so they had to reluctantly help put out the fire.

After finally putting out the fire, the millet porridge in the pot was also burnt. Chang Wenhui moved out of the elders' airs again and began to scold, "Jingchen, the male is the outsider and the female is the inside. The kitchen is not a place for you scholars... "

Qiao Muyao interrupted her angrily, "Jingchen takes pity on me and is willing to cook for me. I don't think even my mother can care about it. We are going to eat and sleep, so you two should go back."

The two of them were speechless after a sentence, and Chang Wenhui had no choice but to leave with her disgraced daughter in angrily.

After all this tossing, the hand-peeled bamboo shoots were cooked. As soon as the bamboo shoots came out of the pot, the little devil Qiao Muyang ran in and said, "Wow, it smells so good!"

There were half-cooked and half-cooked vegetables on the table, and the millet porridge in An Jingchen's bowl had turned into a burnt black mass, but he still ate it without changing his expression.

Qiao Muchao peeled off the bamboo shoots with her steaming hands and pushed them in front of him, "It's all burnt, so let's eat this."

"No, you said you should do your own thing. Even if you get confused, I did it myself."

An Jingchen didn't even look at it, just picked up a piece of dark green vegetables and started chewing it.

Damn you, I didn’t expect this young man to be a bit arrogant!
Qiao Muyao smiled and picked up a bamboo shoot and started slurping it to herself. The spicy and spicy taste was indeed the same as in her previous life.

"Yeah, it's delicious!" She couldn't help but praise.

"It's so fragrant. I didn't expect these bamboo shoots to taste better than meat!"

Qiao Muyang was full of praise after eating one, "This is my first time eating something so delicious. Sister is really awesome. Brother-in-law, please have one too."

Qiao Muyang picked one that was neither fat nor thin and threw it into his bowl. Seeing the numb bamboo shoot skin, An Jingchen frowned slightly. Is this thing really that delicious?
(End of this chapter)