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

Chapter 7

In An Jingchen's impression, this woman with a face darker than her mother, except for her soft voice, sounded like she was in her prime. There was nothing about her that could tell that she was only 14 years old.

This was the first time I heard her sing. Although I didn’t understand what she was singing, her sweet singing voice was sometimes as low and low as gurgling water, and sometimes as melodious and melodious as an oriole emerging from the valley. It was really heart-wrenching with the lingering sound .

An Jingchen really wanted to ask her what she was singing, but when he heard the sound of gurgling water and thought that she might be taking a bath, he couldn't help but feel uneasy...

Taking a bath not only removes dirt and relieves fatigue, but also makes you feel happy. After taking a bath, Qiao Muchao came out wearing a pure white undershirt.

Her wet long hair was draped over her shoulders. She tilted her head and wiped it with a towel. She kindly reminded: "There is still hot water in the pot. Do you want to take a soak?"

In the past, she always wore brown gebu clothes, which were hard and wear-resistant but did not show off her waist at all.Although she slept in the same bed at night, she always waited until she fell asleep before curling up in a corner in the dark.

After being married for so long, this was the first time he saw her wearing a corset. The soft fabric outlined the waist curve. Only then did An Jingchen realize that under the loose robe, her slim waist was so unbearable.

Smelling the faint fragrance of jasmine, An Jingchen's heartbeat accelerated inexplicably. What happened today?
He calmed down, shifted his gaze to the book, and simply ignored it.

"Be kind as the liver and lungs of a donkey!"

Qiao Muyao snorted coldly, thinking that in the future, she would never show any kindness to him anymore.

Fortunately, she had already known that he was such a virtuous person, so Qiao Muchao didn't bother to care about it. After wiping her hair half dry, she went inside humming a song and holding an oil lamp.

An Jingchen didn't come, and it felt good to occupy a big bed by myself.Lying on the clean and soft quilt with the scent of cypress, Qiao Muchao was in a very good mood.

Although it is a remote place, the deceased mother-in-law of the original owner was a very particular person. Not to mention the incense at home, the bath beans used tonight, the rich jasmine fragrance, it can be seen that it was carefully made, unlike other homes where all the bath beans are original. The earthy smell.

After such a tiring day, Qiao Muchao quickly fell asleep amid the sweet scent of cypress.

Incense was burning on the document, and the incense of cypress had the effect of clearing the mind and calming the mind, but tonight An Jingchen was restless and could not calm down.

Since you can't read, take a bath and go to bed early.

But while soaking in the wooden barrel, thinking that this barrel was the one she had just used, she suddenly felt more irritable.

After finally taking a shower and coming to the bedroom, he saw her sprawled in the middle of the bed, almost occupying the entire bed. He frowned slightly and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Before, she was always like a kitten, curled up motionless in a corner. Even though she was in such a bad state of sleep, she still deliberately restrained herself.

Thinking of this, he leaned down to tuck the corner of the bed, and took the oil lamp directly to the hut next door where his mother slept.

She thought that without the alarm clock, she would sleep until the sun was high, but the damn biological clock still woke her up when the sky turned pale.

Qiao Muyao rubbed her sleepy and fluffy eyes and found that there was no one around her, and the quilt was still cold. She wondered when did this guy get up so early?
Get up and work if you can't sleep. Today I have to rush to the county town to sell hand-peeled bamboo shoots.

Although the hand-peeled bamboo shoots in the earthen pot were cold, after being soaked in brine overnight, the taste was even more delicious and rich than last night.

Qiao Muchao lit a fire and peeled bamboo shoots to simmer. After working for a long time, she still didn't see anyone. She wondered if she had run away from home.

The water in the pot was boiling. She took the gourd and gourd and thought of filling some rice to cook porridge in the room where her mother-in-law lived, but she was stunned as soon as she entered the door.

When my mother-in-law passed away, the bedding on the bed was burned during the ritual, and only a thin summer quilt was placed on the bed.At this time, An Jingchen didn't even have a quilt. He was only covered with a thick winter cloak and was lying on the summer quilt.It was warm spring in March, and although Yang Qi was growing, the temperature difference between morning and evening in the mountains was still quite large. It was so cold at night that he didn't know how he survived the night.

The dim light of the morning sun shines through the frame of the window lattice and shines on his smooth and jade-like cheeks, making his already sickly cheeks look even paler.

Looking at his slightly frowned brow, Qiao Mu Yao suddenly felt a little regretful.

It's so annoying. Why is this guy so uneasy?
I didn't want to talk to him, but when I thought that he would rather freeze me than push me over, and he was still a gentleman, I had no choice but to walk in front of him and push him, "Get up, you can easily catch the cold if you sleep like this."

"Ah...Ah!"

As soon as An Jingchen woke up, he sneezed loudly. What did he say?
Qiao Muyao was speechless, "You are such an old man, why can't you take care of yourself?"

He froze for half the night last night, and when he finally fell asleep, he was woken up by her. An Jingchen always felt dizzy.

After sitting up dizzy, Qiao Muyao nagged him to go to the bed next door and sleep for a while.

His whole body was as cold as ice, An Jingchen didn't refuse, just pulled his shoes and stood up and left expressionlessly.

That ice cube face didn't sleep well last night, so he probably didn't have much appetite.Seeing him like this, Qiao Muchao simply stopped cooking the porridge and boiled a few eggs. She ate two and put the rest in the pot to simmer.

After hurriedly telling him not to forget to eat eggs when he woke up, Qiao Muyao started to pack her things.

Stuff a circle of straw into the basket, tightly wrap the lid of the steaming earthen jar in the middle, and then fill the empty space tightly with straw, so as to extend the heat preservation time.

This can of bamboo shoots weighed at least fifty or sixty kilograms, but she didn't feel heavy at all when she carried it on her back. As soon as she reached the entrance of the village, she saw Lao Chen driving a donkey cart, looking around and waiting for guests.

"Ms. An's wife went to the city to sell mountain products again today?" Lao Chen was still as enthusiastic as usual.

"Well, is your donkey cart full?" Qiao Muyao chatted casually, not calling him Uncle Chen like before.

Lao Chen was stunned, "Are you going to take a car today?"

Qiao Muyao smiled lightly, "Isn't it possible?"

Lao Chen was immediately overjoyed, "In order to save money, you didn't walk all the time. Why are you willing to take a car today?"

"This is not a heavy thing." Qiao Muyao asked, "How long until we can leave?"

"Wait for one more person and leave!"

Xiangshui Village is only more than ten miles away from the county seat on a mountain road. Lao Chen's donkey cart makes two trips to the county seat every day. Sometimes he has to wait for half an hour for the full capacity. Qiao Muyao doesn't have the patience and says directly: "Then Just go, I’ll pay for one more person’s car.”

Unexpectedly, her first ride in a car would be so luxurious. Lao Chen suddenly smiled from ear to ear and carried the heavy backpack for her.

"Hey, you are carrying so much stuff today? I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money to sell!" Mrs. Chunhua exclaimed and stretched out her hand to pull her into the car.

What Qiao Muchao didn't know was that as soon as she went out, Ding Meng'er took the food box and pushed open the ajar door of An's house.The food box contained warm scallion pancakes and a bowl of fragrant minced meat white rice porridge.

(End of this chapter)