Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 90
Or, did she stay up all night?
Si Jixia left Dong Nuan Gu's house, and walked quickly to the backyard, as if he didn't need to think about it, he knew she would definitely be in the backyard.

Sure enough, there was a light from the fire in the kitchen in the backyard. Although it was dark, it was still possible for people to see the situation in the courtyard clearly.

The bamboo rack used to hang the clothes was knocked down and stepped on, and the broken part has been tied up with hemp rope. The firewood in the corner is still neatly stacked. White smoke is coming out of the chimney on the top of the kitchen. All the bundles that were piled up under the banyan tree were gone, only the large piece of burlap used to wrap the bundle was hanging on the penny hanging under the kitchen eaves, Si Jixia walked slowly towards the kitchen, feeling that his steps were a bit heavy .

Standing outside the kitchen door, I can also see that the kitchen is tidy and tidy like the outside yard. There are brand new dishes and chopsticks in the low cabinet against the wall, and there are two large and small bamboo baskets on the low cabinet. The sieve, the small pottery pot with oil and salt on the stove is placed in the innermost part of the stove, and a pottery pot is stewed on the stove top. There seems to be water bubbling in the pot, making a gurgling sound, and the fire in the stove is red. Liang, a slender figure was squatting in front of the stove, poking the firewood in the stove with a long piece of firewood, probably coughing a few times because he was choked by the smoke.

The tables, stools and low cabinets in the kitchen are still in good condition and have not been broken, but the small square table for eating has been used for a long time, and it is so old that it gives people the feeling of an eighty-year-old woman. On the old square table that he used alone was a porcelain bowl with a white porcelain plate upside down, and... two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

Two sets of bowls and chopsticks, are these... prepared for him?
Si Jixia stood a little far away from the door frame, because the eaves above could not completely cover his body, the rainwater fell from the eaves, and dripped onto his shoulders and back, soaking a large area, and he didn't even notice it.

He only felt that his vision was getting a little hazy, so that the slender figure crouching in front of the hearth swayed dimly in his sight, and the firewood burning in the hearth seemed to be lit at his feet. Make him feel warm all over.

Because the winter is warm, she still doesn't know how to burn firewood, so she is burning firewood very seriously at the moment, and that's why she didn't notice Si Jixia's appearance.

Si Jixia stood outside the door and watched her for a long time before opening his mouth, his voice trembling, "Ah Nuan...girl."

Dong Nuan turned around, didn't stand up, just kept squatting and looked up at him, without a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was faint, "Young master is awake? Sit down for a while, the porridge will be ready soon."

Si Jixia felt that something was wrong, everything seemed to be reversed, these were the things he was doing these days, and this was what he was used to saying to her these days, it felt strange but warm.

It seemed that everything was going with the flow, as if nothing happened yesterday.

After Dong Nuangu finished speaking, he turned his head to look after the fire. After a while, he stood up and opened the lid of the pot to have a look. Then he stirred the pot with a long wooden spoon. Si Jixia was still standing outside the door and seemed to be able to smell it. Arrived the aroma of rice porridge.

It was also because of the warmth of winter that Si Jixia turned around just now, and Si Jixia saw the slight gray under her eyelids. His eyes were dim, and he was sure that she hadn't slept last night.

Dongnuan didn't tell Si Jixia to enter the room quickly, but after taking another look at him, he took the black and gray porcelain bowl on the square table to serve porridge, and then Si Jixia slowly stepped over the threshold, as if he wanted to reach the stove While helping Dongnuangu, he finally walked to the table silently and sat down on the long stool.

Dong Nuan therefore put the porridge in front of him, and then filled her bowl and sat opposite him, and removed the upside-down porcelain plate on the table, revealing the contents of the bowl. Bowl of egg hibiscus.

"I don't know how to cook. You should do it after the injury on your hand is healed." Dong Nuangu poured at least ten pots of porridge last night before cooking the bowl that was given to him at his door. She even ruined this bowl of Furong eggs. She bought a basket of eggs yesterday and worked hard for two hours to complete the final product. She has tasted salty to bitter or half-cooked. She didn't even want to eat this dish again, and it made her miss every dish cooked by Si Jixia very much.

"Okay." Si Jixia looked at the yellow and white Furong egg, which was not considered a Furong egg at all, and then glanced at the red dots on the back of Dong Nuangu's white hands that were scorched by sparks, and nodded slightly, "Today's I can make dinner."

She can't even cook firewood well. She must have spent a long time making this seemingly simple egg.

Dong Nuan didn't say anything, just looked at his left hand, Si Jixia smiled slightly, "My hand is fine."

Dongnuan was attracted by the dimples on Si Jixia's cheeks again. It wasn't until Si Jixia picked up the chopsticks with her left hand and stirred the sticky rice porridge in the bowl and put it into her mouth that she regained her senses, and then stood up. He took out a white porcelain spoon from the low cabinet behind her, scooped a large spoonful of Furong eggs into Si Jixia's bowl, and then sat down to pick up the bowl and chopsticks to eat his own.

Si Jixia wanted to say thank you, but he always felt that if he said it, it would make Dong Nuan so unhappy, so he didn't say anything, and just quietly ate the breakfast she had prepared for him.

The rice porridge had less water, it was very sticky, like wet rice, the egg hibiscus was beaten unevenly, it was overcooked, too much salt was added, it was very salty, but Si Jixia ate two whole bowls Porridge, I ate up the bowl of salty and old Furong eggs.

He thought it was delicious, and thought it was the best meal he had eaten in the 12 years since he came to this mansion.

Dong Nuan felt a little nauseous after eating, and was a little shocked that Si Jixia was able to finish all such unpalatable food. Is it because he is not picky about food, or is he trying to buy her face?
Anyway, Dong Nuan felt a little happy when she saw Si Jixia sitting opposite her, arching her upper body and neck, sticking her mouth to the bowl and using chopsticks to put the sticky rice porridge into her mouth, but also a little depressed. His eyes always involuntarily look towards his right shoulder.

Looking at it, she suddenly remembered her active hug by the old well last night, and hurriedly picked up the bowl in her hand and took a few mouthfuls of porridge that was as thick as rice.

On this morning when it was raining lightly, the two of them seemed to get along very well, without silence or embarrassment, even though they still didn't say a few words at all like every day before.

Everything seems to be the same as before, but it seems to be different.

Si Jixia didn't ask her if she didn't fall asleep last night.

Dong Nuan did not ask him if he was not in the house last night.

None of them mentioned what happened yesterday.

The light rain was still falling. After breakfast, Dongnuan washed the dishes and chopsticks with hot water that had been boiled in advance, rinsed the pot and put it in the low cabinet. She suddenly felt that she also had the potential to be a good wife at home.

(End of this chapter)