Farmer's wife: Xianggong, if you are sick

Chapter 62: Essential Oils

Gu didn't care about so much, but laughed through tears, turned to look at Song Yaomei, and helped the silk flower on the bun, saying: "What's the matter? Yaomei is one of my own."

Song Yaomei's face unconsciously twitched twice, this Gu's face is really too thick!It is estimated to be three feet thicker than the corner of the city wall.

Father Qin can't help it. After all, he has spoiled the Gu family for so many years. He sighed and thought of the purpose of Song Yaomei's visit.

He asked Mrs. Gu: "During the days when the cow had an accident, did anyone who looked like a businessman come to our house to chase him away?"

Mrs. Gu pondered for a moment, but said affirmatively, "I'm sure not, because I was at home all the time that day!"

Song Yaomei frowned when she heard Gu's words, she casually tore off the dry branch she was holding with her fingers, then the cauliflower lied to her.

Okay, this cauliflower is fat enough, and her acting skills are strong enough, it seems that she needs to find time to tidy up, otherwise she wouldn't be called Song Yaomei.

Song Yaomei looked at Father Qin and Mrs. Gu who were hugging like a young man in front of her, and her face turned red up to her neck.

This question was also asked, and it was not good for her to stay here any longer, hindering the two of them from having a romantic relationship, so she left.

Before leaving, he said to Mrs. Gu: "Auntie, sister Qiuxiang is not easy. You should be gentler in the future. It will be more beautiful this way, won't it?"

Gu Shi is also angry, after all, she has lived with Qiuxiang for so long, and although Qiuxiang is by no means the perfect daughter-in-law in her mind, she seems to behave well and doesn't hate her.

Gu replied with a smile: "My aunt knows, don't worry."

He also said: "If Yaomei can really make Qiuxiang open up branches and leaves for our Qin family, I can worship her like a Bodhisattva."

Song Yaomei just smiled, she really couldn't understand the way of thinking of the ancient mother-in-law, she just said: "Auntie, please, if Qiuxiang comes back, she must come to my house at this time tomorrow."

Gu Shi naturally agreed.

At this time, Song Yaomei hurried back at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint, and if she stayed for a while, she would definitely be fed up with the love of this old couple to death.

After leaving Qin's house, Song Yaomei immediately went to the kitchen.

When I arrived at the kitchen, I saw that several people were still busy, because the temperature in the kitchen was very high, so everyone's faces were flushed.

Da Ya was looking at the condensed perilla essential oil, Li Dan was moving firewood into the kitchen bit by bit, and the child's face was full of joy.

Seeing Song Yaomei came back, Mrs. Li walked up to her and asked, "How is things going?"

Song Yaomei stared at Chai He viciously, and returned to normal in a moment, "Mother, it's done, don't worry."

But in her heart, Song Yaomei has already thought of 1 ideas to pay tribute to Cai Hua.

Since she wants to play, she is afraid that she will not succeed. When my mother has time, I will play you to death.

Song Yaomei looked to see that the water in the basin where the perilla was soaked was basically exhausted, and when she opened the lid of the pot, she found that it was almost boiled.

Song Yaomei simply poured all the last leftovers into the pot.

After the perilla water in the pot was boiled dry, and the distilled liquid was half full, Song Yaomei said to everyone in satisfaction, "Let's rest for a while!"

Everyone just left the yard to cool off.

Big Ya asked curiously: "Mom, what are we doing this for?"

Song Yaomei smiled and said: "Da Ya, don't you think this food is very fragrant?"

Da Ya nodded, "It smells very good."

Song Yaomei followed her persuasively: "Then if Da Ya always has this kind of smell on her body, would you like it?"

Da Ya said again: "I like it!"

"That's what mother made, to make people smell something that will last a whole day."

Da Ya nodded after listening.

Song Yaomei was about to get some boiled water for everyone, otherwise everyone would be dehydrated.

But Li Dan had already taken out something.

Song Yaomei praised: "I am so smart, I even want to pour water for my family!"

Li Dan shyly lowered her head in embarrassment.

Although the water is cold, this bowl is really not on the table, but rural people are like this. They drink water in large mouthfuls, and they have to drink it. A bowl of water is refreshing.

After drinking, I looked at Li Shi and Li Sanlang, but I saw that they were all gentle and refined when drinking water, and they were not on the same channel as me at all.

The hot steam just now made Li Sanlang's face slightly red. He was already handsome and handsome, and his figure was relatively thin, so he looked more like a beautiful little lady.

The sweaty clothes clung tightly to the muscular body, revealing the perfect eight-pack abs.

This cute girl's face is paired with muscular eight-pack abs, how can she be called a rotten girl, especially this person is her husband.

Coupled with the way Li Sanlang's Adam's apple rolled when he drank water, Song Yaomei had the urge to throw him down directly.

It's just that after Li Sanlang drank a bowl of water, Song Yaomei's flirtatious thoughts came to an end.

Although she is a female man, she is also a decent female man, okay?
After a short rest, Song Yaomei decided to carry out the second stage of distillation.

The so-called concentration is the essence, and there is still half a pot. According to Song Yaomei's idea, steaming twice is enough.

Think about it and do it!
However, the working hours this time are not short. I am afraid that the children and Li Shi will not be able to bear it, so let them rest aside.

She and Li Sanlang continued to work together.

Naturally, Li Sanlang still lit the fire, she had just discovered that his skill in lighting fires was extraordinary.

The heat is not too big or too small just right.

Hey, it really is the first genius in the world of burning fire.

Of course, she would never think that she let Li Sanlang continue to do this job because she wanted to see Li Sanlang wet again.

After another hour of reconciliation, Song Yaomei finally got about 150ml of essential oil.

Although this is definitely not as pure as modern craftsmanship, but in this ancient time, Song Yaomei thinks it should be quite upscale.

There is no decent thing to wear at home, looking at the purple bamboo in the yard, Song Yaomei has an idea, isn't it good to use this purple bamboo to dress.

He cut three sections from a piece of bamboo to make a container. Li Sanlang was skillful and used a larger bamboo to make a cover, and even carved a bamboo pattern on the bamboo.

The time before and after does not exceed half an hour.Such skill is really amazing.

Looking at the beautiful and exquisite small panniers and handbags weaved next to her, Song Yaomei began to flirt again.

If she carried what Li Sanlang made for her tomorrow, she would envy a group of beautiful girls to death.

Just thinking about it, this Li's meal is almost ready.

Because everyone worked hard today, Song Yaomei went to the Ma's house next door to buy a chicken, saying that it was stewed and stewed for the children.

The Ma family is naturally envious, and keeps praising Yaomei as a capable and kind person, but Song Yaomei also knows that not everyone thinks so, and some people will definitely say that she is greedy.

But she didn't care either.

Of course she did the job of killing chickens. In modern times, she learned all these skills from her grandfather.

Thinking of her grandpa, she thought of De Nan again. She hadn't visited De Nan for a long time, and she wondered what happened to old Yu Qian?I can't see him, and I miss him a little bit.

(End of this chapter)