Reborn Farmer's Businesswoman

Chapter 45 I Am Your Hands

It was evening, and it was raining heavily outside.

Han Qing was injured, so Lin's mother let her rest in the house, and the work of preparing dinner naturally fell on Mrs. Zhang and sister-in-law.

As for the others, they store up the recovered grain and wait for the weather to clear before taking it out to dry.

Han Qing stayed in the room, with her back to Lin Youtian, and quickly took off her drenched clothes.

The whole body of clothes was taken off, revealing a clean and thin body. The breeze was blowing and it was chilly, so she didn't feel safe at all, so she hurriedly put on her dress.

Because of her high speed, she touched her worn out hands several times, causing her to grin her teeth in pain.

After she finished changing into clean clothes, Lin Youtian had already turned around.

The man beckoned to her, signaling her to come over.

Han Qing glanced at the medicine box beside him, and sat down obediently.

His hands were badly rotted, the palms and fingers were either worn out or scratched, and all of them were bloodshot and bloody.

The man had a stern face, and carefully applied the medicine for her. Under the oil lamp, his sharp-edged face became more and more stern.

It has to be said that this man is very good at dealing with wounds.After thinking about it, there is only one possibility, that is, he broke his leg when he was young, and he often used medicine to treat the wound, so practice makes perfect.

Lin Youtian frowned and said in a deep voice: "You need to take care of the new ankle injury and the old one. Don't bump into it again. Even if you walk, you have to slow down. It's been raining recently, and the humidity is too heavy, so don't worry about it." Fall to the root of the disease."

"Even with one hand, don't touch the water. If you do heavy work, ask your elder brother and sister-in-law to help. If it festers and catches a cold, it will make the situation worse."

Seeing his serious appearance, Han Qing couldn't help laughing.

"How can I be so hypocritical, it's just some flesh wounds, but you talk a lot today, like an old lady."

"Most serious illnesses come from minor illnesses."

Han Qing blinked, stared at her hands, and said helplessly, "But you wrap my hands tightly, how can I work?"

"Don't talk about work, it's not convenient to use chopsticks when eating. What do you think is the difference between this and being useless?"

After speaking, Han Qing turned her head to look at him.

If you don't want to face him, you will meet a pair of dark, deep eyes.

The man looked at her with piercing eyes, and he understood the affection inside without saying anything.

He just said quietly: "...It doesn't matter, I am your hands."

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Because of the rainy weather, the dinner was served in the main hall.

Han Qing injured her ankle and jumped out with one foot while holding onto the wall. Lin Xiaohua held her up as soon as she stepped out of the threshold.

"Third aunt, let me help you."

The corner of Han Qing's mouth curled up: "Xiao Hua is really obedient."

Seeing Han Qing coming out, Lin Shiliang entered the room and carried Lin Youtian out.

The food was collected, and the whole family was happy, so it was not easy to leave Lin Youtian alone in the house.

There wasn't much food on the table, but it was rare to make a few vegetarian dumplings, a large bowl of leek noodles for each person, and a few pancakes would be very craving.

The sister-in-law said proudly to Han Qing: "I may not be as good as you in other dishes, but this noodle is my best. For this noodle, I went to Aunt Zhang's house to beg for some leeks."

"It's up to you."

Mother Lin laughed and cursed, and said again: "Everyone eats together, and when we are full, we go to have a good rest."

Han Qing smiled and sat beside Lin Youtian, holding up the chopsticks with both hands clumsily.

Naihe ate noodles. After finally picking up a few noodles, they slid down again with a grunt.

Han Qing's hands were trembling with pain, and she couldn't use any strength at all. She tried several times, but still failed, so she could only give up struggling angrily, and shifted her target to Jiaozi.

As soon as the chopsticks picked up the dumpling, she saw that it was about to fall, so she hurriedly clamped it hard, and her fingers hurt like a heart...

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