The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan smelled the smell of deer meat, and then looked at Dongfang Yi's face. It was obvious that the way the man met again seemed wrong. How could he feel different?

Look at the pot is still fish soup and porridge, suspiciously took venison to the side of the board, cut into thin slices, put on the plate.

As soon as he turns around, he sees Dongfang Yi holding Ruirui Rui in his arms. He has a small antler in his hand, which is obviously repaired. Although it is more exquisite, it still has a light blood color on it.

Feeling that Wen Ruolan was looking at herself, Dongfang Yi raised her eyelids and looked at her, then said faintly, "I'll coax my child. You can have a good meal."

Wen Ruolan's heart is a little broken. This kind of Dongfang Yi is different from the people she knows. Even she doubts whether this is a fake or a double.

"I'm real." Dongfang Yi seems to be able to see through Wen Ruolan's mind. He goes out with Ruirui Rui in his arms. When he gets to the door, he doesn't forget to add: "Rui Rui's father."

Wen Ruolan helps her forehead, but she speaks from the bottom of her heart. Even though Ruirui Rui is very good, she seldom has a quiet meal after taking Ruirui Rui with her. Most of them are in a hurry to fill their stomachs. After eating, she coaxes Rui Rui Rui to let Ba Liang eat.

Carrying the food into the room, Dongfang Yi turns around and comes in with the bowl and chopsticks. He doesn't care about Wen Ruolan's gaze at all. He carefully adds a bowl of porridge and puts the chopsticks aside. Then he goes back to the Kang and holds ruiruirui. It seems that he is saying, "here, go and eat, master."

Wen Ruolan walks to the table numbly, lowers his head and takes a small bite. He has all kinds of conjectures in his heart. Maybe he has been stimulated and damaged his brain, maybe he has some problems with his body, and then he will die soon. The more he thinks about it, the more guilty he is. He looks up and sees Dongfang Yi looking at Ruirui with a spoiled face.

When she had just given birth to Ruirui, Dongfang Yi thought that she was bitter when she saw Ruirui. This attitude changed very quickly, and she was a little incompetent to accept it.

"Weeding day in the afternoon, sweat drips down the soil..."

"Poof!" Wen Ruolan's porridge comes out. She doesn't mean to be evil. It's just that the ancient poems read by Dongfang Yi make her think wildly.

Without waiting for her action, a handkerchief was sent over. The voice was still faint and a little uneasy: "am I wrong?"

"How did your teacher teach you?" Wen Ruolan asked, ancient poetry, people read it with cadence, how come it's so soft that people have to work hard to say something?

Dongfang Yi had a flash of embarrassment on his face and cleared his throat: "no one taught me these things. I heard you read them to Ruirui Rui just now."

"Oh. Go on. " Wen Ruolan bowed his head and continued to eat. He began to think again. Why would he be different? A question mark made her worried.

As a result, while Dongfang Yi is reading this ancient poem again and again, Ruirui has fallen asleep.

Wen Ruolan raises her eyes again, and sees Dongfang Yi holding Ruirui Rui strangely on the quilt, covering the quilt and tucking in the corner.

Then he came back and sat by the Kang, looking up at Wen Ruolan.

That vision let Wen Ruolan heart sharp son a quiver, clear clear throat: "I eat full, you hungry?"

Dongfang Yi comes down and sits next to Wen Ruolan. He quietly picks up the dishes and chopsticks. After eating politely, he silently picks up the dishes and chopsticks to wash them and put them in the cupboard. As soon as he goes out, he sees Wen Ruolan holding a large wooden basin to the side of the venison and reaches out his hand: "I'll come."

Wen Ruolan obediently handed it to him, watched his father put the deer meat in, dragged it to one side, and then came in with a basket of clean snow outside, covered the meat with his head, and his forehead jumped several times.

"I want to bubble with water, so that the blood in the meat will bubble out, and the taste when eating..." I didn't wait for winora to finish.

Dongfang Yi takes out all the deer meat in the wooden basin, turns around and carries the barrel to the well in the back.

Wen Ruolan stood in the same place, looking at Dongfang Yi carrying a bucket of water into the big basin. He also cleaned up the snow on the deer meat with his hands, put the pieces of deer meat into it, then looked back at her and asked, "is that right?"

Wen Ruolan blinked his eyes and suddenly went over to hold Dongfang Yi. His voice was stuffy: "what's the matter with you? Is there something you're hiding from me? "

"No Dongfang Yi raised his hand and rubbed Wen Ruolan's back as if to comfort him: "go back and have a rest. Tomorrow, ruiruirui and I will study with you. That weeding day is very good in the afternoon."

Wen Ruolan released him and looked back at Dongfang Yi seriously: "are you sure you have nothing to hide from me?"

"I don't dare to hide it. It's hard to miss your mother and son." Dongfang Yi said, but slightly drooped his eyes, like a wronged child.

Wen Ruolan stretched out her hand to hold down the position of her heart. She suddenly felt as if she had made a mistake. Although this young man became an emperor and lived a lifetime, he was only 20 years old. In her own world, a boy of this size is not the legal age for marriage, and she... Cough, forget it, It's good to know for yourself that an old cow eats tender grass.

"I see. Go back." Wen Ruolan reaches out her hand to Dongfang Yi.

Dongfang Yi looked back: "the meat will be frozen into a lump."

"If it's frozen, put some clean snow on it. It's a natural refrigerator." Wen Ruolan didn't let go and took Dongfang Yi into the room.

Dongfang Yi sits by the Kang, watching Wen Ruolan drag his shoes and sit in the Kang. He is silent for a long time and asks, "is it OK to not be separated?"

“……！！！” I'll go. Wen Ruolan just feels bullied by this little man, OK? After pretending to be pitiful and flattering himself, he asked, how dare you say that you haven't read his book?

"I've seen it, but I didn't agree after I finished it." Dongfang Yi's voice was slightly dry. He felt it out of his arms and put it on the Kang: "I didn't tear it. I think you will take it back one day."

Wen Ruolan smoked from the corner of his eyes and cleared his throat: "I'm sleepy."

"Oh, no hurry." Dongfang Yi puts Heli book away in his arms, turns around and goes out!

I didn't see Wen Ruolan's face turned white, asshole. Doesn't this man know? Little husband and wife quarrel is a bed fight, bed and tail, anything as long as a slap on all right.

"Wood bumps!" After muttering, Wen Ruolan took the quilt and laid it. Then she fell asleep. When she couldn't sleep, she scolded herself silently. Her eyes narrowed. It seemed that she wanted to pat it to comfort the little man!

Outside, Dongfang Yi, who is lying on his little bed, hooks the corner of his lips and laughs badly.

The next morning, before Wen Ruolan got up, the steaming fish soup was delivered to the house. She accepted the incompetence and looked at Dongfang Yi.

"I caught the fish, and the soup is no longer fishy. Drink it." Dongfang Yi brings a small bowl and sits next to Wen Ruolan. He blows the spoon to his mouth and tries to find the right temperature. He brings it here.

Wen Ruolan got up, her hair was still a little messy, and looked at Dongfang Yi in horror: "I haven't got up yet, I haven't washed my face, I don't eat."

"Well, I'll get the hot water." Dongfang Yi is quick and ready to go out after putting down the fish soup.

"Dongfang Yi! What's wrong with you? Let's put it straight. I can hold it