In fact, Jian Jia had no plans to clean up the yard today, but when she was drying out the bedding, she saw a big black mouse. This mouse was extremely arrogant. It stopped when it crawled in front of her. It raised its short hand and arched it towards Jian Jia. Its small black bean-like eyes were shining brightly. It glanced at her several times as if provoking, and then twisted its buttocks. Got into the debris pile.
Jian Jia's sleeping King Juan bloodline has awakened. Who can bear to be provoked by a mouse? Anyway, she can't stand this cowardice. If she doesn't break the rat's nest today, she won't sleep at night.
Jian Jia, who was ignited with fighting spirit, found the small saw as quickly as possible and turned on the progress bar of cleaning up the debris. In just an hour, she had harvested a considerable trophy - several nests of little mice.
These litters of mice were born at different times. Some are still pink balls, while others have grown gray down. They closed their eyes and shook their heads in the box, making small squeaking sounds. More than thirty little mice were crowded together, which was spectacular and intrusive.
Qin Lang squatted beside the wooden box and stretched out his thin fingers to poke the soft and warm body of the little mouse. From time to time, he raised his head to look at Jian Jia, his big eyes shining. Jian Jia, who was being watched by Qin Lang, sat obediently on the small stool next to the low table, pursed her lips and lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong.
She thought it was a good thing to clean up the yard, but it wasn't until Qin Yi came back that she learned that the branches and debris in the yard were firewood prepared for Qin Lang by Qin's father before his death. At that time, Qin Yi was still serving in the army. Qin's father knew that his time was short, and he was afraid that after his death, his children would be short of food, clothing, and cold, so he bought a lot of food and stored it in the house, and dragged the sick body to chop it from the mountain. A lot of firewood was laid down, just for young Qin Lang to take it at will.
Father Qin is a very particular person, and even a piece of firewood must be packed neatly, but he left without being able to pack up the firewood he dragged back.
In Jian Jia's opinion, the branches and sticks that ruined the yard and affected their mood were the last thoughts the Qin brothers had about their father, but Jian Jia touched their things without the owner's permission.
If there was a crack in the ground, Jian Jia must have gotten through it. Changing places, if someone touched her grandparents' things, she would have given him face if she didn't throw that person out.
Qin Yi was picking up the pheasant. After the pheasant rolled several times in the boiling water, its gray feathers could be easily pulled off. After cleaning up most of the chickens, Qin Yi glanced sideways at the wilted Jian Jia and said with relief: "Don't worry about it, I originally wanted to clean it up a few days ago, but it's just that I was in a hurry these days, so I haven't done it until now. Find the time.”
"Most of the food that Dad saved was fed to rats. If the firewood he left behind was not collected, it would rot sooner or later. He did this to make his children and grandchildren live comfortably, not to hope that these things would affect our lives, so you Don’t blame yourself, let alone take it to heart.”
Qin Yi praised: "You did a good job and caught a lot of little mice. If they were allowed to grow up, I don't know how much food would be harmed."
The guilt in Jian Jia's heart dissipated a little with Qin Yi's words. She raised her eyes and looked at the two Qin brothers, and then at the squirming little mouse. She felt that her back molars began to itch again: "I Feed them to snakes!"
Qin Yi paused for a moment and said apologetically: "I let that snake go." As a hunter, Qin Yi often catches snakes in the mountains, but this snake was caught in their yard. There is a saying in my hometown that the snake walking in the house is the Baojiaxian and cannot be killed at will, so Qin Yi released the snake.
Jian Jia changed her explanation again: "I want to feed them to the dogs!"
The general quickly stood up and nuzzled to Jian Jia's side. He cupped Jian Jia's hand with his furry head and made a coquettish "嘘嘘" sound from his mouth.
Qin Yi glanced at the general lightly: "I'll feed it later, you don't have to worry about it." After saying that, he straightened up, holding two pheasants that had shed their feathers in his hand, "Can I eat roast chicken?"
When Jian Jia heard the word roasted chicken, a small roasted chicken with smooth skin and tender meat immediately appeared in Jian Jia's mind. Who can say no to a small roast chicken? She didn't have a good meal at noon and had been vegetarian for several days. Her mouth and tongue unconsciously secreted saliva. She nodded quickly: "Okay!"
Although Qin Yi is not very good at cooking, I heard that the hunters who walk in the mountains are best at roasting their prey. Maybe she can taste something different today. Thinking of this, Jian Jia couldn't help but feel a bit of anticipation in her heart.
Qin Yi worked neatly and neatly, and soon he lit a fire in the courtyard. The yellow flame turned from weak to bright, and Jian Jia's eyes were also lit up. She and Qin Lang each dragged a small stool and sat by the campfire, wanting to watch Qin Yi cooking roast chicken up close.
Just when Jian Jia was thinking about how Qin Yi would cook the roasted chicken, he saw Qin Yi stirring up the bonfire. When he found a place that could fit two chickens, he cut off the chicken wings and chicken feet. The pheasant with its head was thrown into the fire whole.
Jian Jia's eyes widened in surprise. She looked at the fire and then at Qin Yi, who was fiddling with the charcoal fire to cover the roasted chicken: "...That's it?" Has the pheasant been marinated? Is there anything wrapped outside? Will the newly lit campfire have enough charcoal to roast a cooked chicken?
In the light of the fire, the surface of the chicken skin changed rapidly and violently. After being roasted over an open fire, the white chicken skin quickly shrank and turned yellow, exuding grease. The grease reacted with the flame to make a "crackling" sound. The two chickens quickly turned from yellow to black in Jian Jia's eyes, and soon merged with the flames.
Jian Jia held her forehead with a headache:...
She was so naive. She had tasted Qin Yi's dark dishes at noon, so why would she expect anything from his cooking skills?
A quarter of an hour later, Qin Yi pulled the two chickens out of the fire. At this time, the two chickens had become two black lumps, and the outline of the chicken body could barely be distinguished from the appearance. Qin Yi calmly used a dagger to peel off the outermost black, leaving the pink chicken inside.
He tore off two legs and handed one to Jian Jia and the other to Qin Lang: "It will taste better if dipped in soy sauce."
The pheasant meat is fragrant, but there is still blood streaking near the bones. Jian Jiaxin immediately thought she was eating plain-cut chicken. She dipped a little soy sauce and took a bite of the chicken. The texture of these two pheasants is very chewy. Jian Jia used all her strength to tear off a piece of meat. Just as she was complaining, she turned around and saw that Qin Lang had only left a few deep teeth marks on the chicken leg after chewing for a long time.
Jian Jia:......
My heart suddenly felt balanced.
Qin Yi did not marinate the pheasant in advance. The bland chicken relied on soy sauce to enhance its flavor. If it was dipped in too much meat, it would be very salty. If it was dipped in too little meat, it would be tasteless. Jian Jia pinched the chicken leg and chewed it hard, feeling sympathy for Qin Lang again in her heart: Poor kid, no wonder he is so thin.
Although Qin Yi very thoughtfully gave Jian Jia a lot of chicken, she really couldn't bear the rough deliciousness. After eating the chicken legs, she and Qin Lang quickly escaped from the fire.
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On the first night at Qin's house, Jian Jia was a little painful. Maybe she caught a lot of little mice today, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the big mice. The mice lined up and shuttled back and forth from the beams, and their rustling sounds were particularly clear in the silent night.
The Qin family's stable was built on the north side of the main house, separated from Jian Jia's room by only one wall. The quieter the night becomes, the more obvious the movement of the horses becomes. Jian Jia could clearly hear the sounds of horses stamping their feet and snorting as they ate grass. Twice, the horses suddenly neighed, scaring her soul almost out of her body.
The sounds of animals, big and small, did cause some trouble to Jian Jia, but this was not the direct cause of her pain. Since nightfall, she has gone to the toilet several times. It seemed that her fragile intestines and stomach could not bear Qin Yi's rough meals. After two meals, her intestines and stomach made a strong protest.
The door to the northwest opened slightly, and Jian Jia, whose legs were so weak, walked toward the kitchen with a lantern. The yellowish candlelight made her face turn pale. The night in the mountains was extremely dark, and the faint candlelight could only illuminate the road a few feet ahead. There seemed to be countless monsters hiding in places where the candlelight could not reach. Jian Jia always felt that they would jump out of the darkness and devour her.
Strangely enough, she was not a timid person. Before she traveled through time, she worked part-time until late at night. She never felt scared when passing through alleys without streetlights. But for a short distance, she walked frightenedly, always feeling like something was following her.
Just as she was thinking this, Jian Jia suddenly felt the hairs on her back stand up, and she turned around sharply with the lantern in hand. A pale human face floated above the candlelight, and two shining eyes on the face of intertwined light and shadow were staring at her momentarily.
Great fear swallowed Jian Jia instantly. For a moment, her heart seemed to be pinched by something. The broken hair on her forehead stood up. A scream was stuck in her throat but she couldn't scream out.
Qin Yi's deep voice sounded: "What's wrong?"
After realizing that the person behind her was Qin Yi, Jian Jia's fear did not lessen. Tears of fear filled the corners of her eyes, and her trembling voice became sharp: "It's scary to be scared to death! You don't sleep at night and do what I do." What?!"
Looking at Jian Jia's bloodless face, which looked like a cat with fried fur, Qin Yi realized that he had scared her. He pursed his lips and said with a hint of apology in his voice: "I saw you carrying a lantern and thought you needed my help. I'm sorry, Qin Lang and I don't usually light lanterns at night, so I scared you."
Jian Jia's heart slowly settled down. She stroked her chest and felt that her heart was returning to normal beating. The feeling of soreness and weakness became stronger. She waved her hands tiredly: "I'm a little thirsty and want to find some hot water to drink."
Qin Yi took the lantern from Jian Jia's hand and walked quickly past her towards the kitchen, "I'll boil the water."
Candlelight lit up in the kitchen. Jian Jia moved a small stool and sat under the candlelight, leaning against the shelf behind her. Qin Yi sat behind the stove, his face illuminated by the jumping firelight. He looked in Jian Jia's direction from time to time: "Are you okay?"
Jian Jia was obviously more wilted than an eggplant beaten by frost, but she still forced herself to nod: "It's okay, maybe a little uncomfortable. It'll be fine in two days. By the way, why haven't you slept yet?" She didn't know the specific time now, but she knew that it was already late at night. Qin Yi should be sleeping soundly at this point. Did he wake him up?
Qin Yi withdrew his gaze and stared at the burning stove fire: "I'm feeding the horse."
Jian Jia had heard the saying before that "a horse will not get fat without night grass". The Qin family's maroon horse is fat and strong, which shows how much Qin Yi cares about it. Getting up in the middle of the night to feed the horses is something most people can't do.
Thinking about this, she said in admiration: "Do you have to get up every night to feed the horses? You are really amazing."
Qin Yi's eyes were empty, "I don't get up every night, but I just want to let him eat more in the past few days."
Jian Jia said casually: "Is it because it has walked a lot these days and is very hard?"
Qin Yi didn't say anything, he just raised the fire fork and stirred the stove. Jian Jia gathered her clothes and felt that the atmosphere was inexplicably stagnant. Just when she was thinking about whether to take the initiative to find a topic, Qin Yi walked out from behind the stove. He reached out and groped for a while on the shelf next to the stove, and then pulled out a black clay pot.
When he opened the lid of the clay pot, a strong smell of wine wafted out. Jian Jia looked at Qin Yi wistfully, guessing that he might be greedy for wine. But the next moment a small wooden spoon appeared in front of her, containing light brown wine syrup.
Jian Jia raised her eyes in confusion and met Qin Yi's eyes. Qin Yi kept raising the spoon and said calmly: "This is medicinal wine. One sip can stop diarrhea. Drink it."
Jian Jia:? ? ?
Jian Jia:! ! !
Why doesn't this guy open any pot? How did he know that he had escaped tonight? ! In an instant, Jian Jia's blood rushed to her mind, and her pretty face turned red.
So shameful...
Be a man, Qin Orion!
