Chapter 7
Seeing that she drank first, Zhao Zicheng naturally didn't doubt it, so he brought it over.

"It has a strange smell and a floral fragrance. What did you do?" Zhao Zicheng took a sip with a slightly surprised expression.

Why doesn't it taste like wild vegetable soup?
"Shepherd's purse has the effects of harmonizing the spleen, diuresis, hemostasis, and improving eyesight. It is a pity not to eat shepherd's purse at this time when it is fresh and tender."

Lin Xiaofu spoke nonsense in a serious manner.

It was the beginning of March, when the shepherd's purse was blooming everywhere, and those effects were indeed confirmed, but what they drank had nothing to do with the shepherd's purse.

Shepherd's purse is a blame.

"I'm asking you, what else is in this soup, why does it smell like flowers?" Zhao Zicheng frowned.

"Don't worry, the poison won't kill you!" Lin Xiaofu glared at him angrily.

Under the light of the fire, the 15-year-old village girl looked angry. Although she was a bit fierce, she was also cute.

However, Zhao Zicheng just raised his eyebrows and remained unmoved.

"Hmph, isn't shepherd's purse fragrant when it blooms? Have you ever eaten it in soup? If it's made into steamed stuffed buns, it tastes even better."

Lin Xiaofu smacked his lips subconsciously as he spoke, she was hungry.

"Don't talk about me, is your meat cooked? It's only natural to eat in the dark." She looked at the iron pot eagerly.

The water in the iron pot had been boiled a long time ago, but a pot of dog meat stewed in clear water was only so delicious, and it still had a fishy smell.

In order to deliver medicine to him, she took a lot of effort to hold back.

"You don't have to wait too long to eat it, but you have to be patient if you want it to be delicious." Zhao Zicheng also looked towards the fire, where the smell of meat in the pot just came out.

"I can bear it." Lin Xiaofu nodded quickly when he heard this.

Dog meat is said to be delicious, and given this rare opportunity, she naturally wanted to eat the best tasting one.

"Drink it quickly, it's not good if it's cold." Lin Xiaofu urged Zhao Zicheng again.

Zhao Zicheng didn't ask any more questions, and drank the whole bowl of medicine in a few gulps.

"Seeing that you're thirsty too, let's drink another bowl. It's best to fill your stomach. I'll eat more meat later."

Lin Xiaofu took the empty bowl and immediately ran to the small stove, scooped up another bowl and brought it over.

It was all his medicine, she took it just to dispel his doubts, and he had to drink it himself.

Zhao Zicheng finally hooked his lower lip to show that he had laughed, and drank another bowl.

Lin Xiaofu just brought the small stove over and sat down on the other side of the fire. It was cold in the mountains at night, and she didn't want to be too far away from the fire.

It's just that when he sat down, he raised his eyes to meet his gaze, and immediately grinned awkwardly.

It was fine at dawn before, but now it only relies on the fire for lighting, and in this deep mountain, the embarrassment of the lonely man and widow is even more obvious.

Even... as long as she doesn't make a sound, the breath will envelop her body heavily, making her a little restrained, nervous, uneasy, and even feel like she can't breathe.

"There is a jar of salt in the house where the earthen jar was placed before, go and get it." Suddenly, Zhao Zicheng opened his mouth and handed over a torch.

The firewood that was burning was sizzling, but it was not the kind of firewood that Lin Xiaofu carried earlier.

After the dog meat was stewed, Zhao Zicheng also went to the forest to gather some firewood.

Lin Xiaofu was also looking for something to do, so he immediately ran into the cabin with a torch and brought a salt shaker.

"You live here often? It's not safe in this mountain. Aren't you afraid that someone will poison the salt?"

Lin Xiaofu asked curiously, staying true to his roots.

Cold poison is not a cold syndrome. If you don't take good care of your body, you can easily get this disease.Cold poison, if it is not caused by external force, it is someone poisoned.

"My cold poison is already deep, what poison do I still fear?" Zhao Zicheng's brows darkened, his expression a little sad.

(End of this chapter)

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