Chapter 321 Sister, can you give it to Jia Jia in your name?

Chapter 321 Sister, can you give it to Jia Jia in your name?

Although Hu's mother felt distressed, she realized that it was Ding Heli's method when she saw the bandaged wound, and turned around to thank him: "Thanks to you, thank you so much! The child's father and I will come to thank you another day."

She and the child's father didn't have any gifts to thank them, so they could only spend money to buy some when they went to the city next time.

Thinking of going to the city, she felt conflicted. It was dangerous to go, and if she didn't go, she wouldn't be able to earn money. Their family had money in savings, so they could survive without earning money, but did they have to stay at home all the time?

Will Wenhua agree...

Ding Heli waved his hand and emphasized solemnly: "We are so close that it's too polite to say thank you. If you come to thank us again, you will really treat us as outsiders!"

Mother Hu looked at the head of the family, and Hu the butcher made the decision: "Okay, let's not be polite. Wenhua may have to trouble you to apply medicine and bandage later. When he recovers, let him come to your house to work more often, okay?"

Jia Jia's child has to push the mill to grind the medicine powder, which is very hard. This kind of laborious work is most suitable for a son with great strength.

Ding Heli wanted to refuse, but seeing the eager expressions of the Hu couple who had to do something to repay them, he could only nod and agree.

Anyway, Fan Jin's donkey is in a resting state in winter. When it is borrowed back to pull the mill, Wenhua will naturally not have to go there. It is practical and not too obvious.

Shuiqing took advantage of everyone's conversation to go to the kitchen to boil the medicine that Ding Heli brought back.

Chinese medicine takes a long time to take effect but is safe. Wenhua was injured and worried that the wound would get infected and he would have a fever. Ding Heli had already applied medicine and bandaged it for him. He would take decoction internally, so he would get better faster.

If he really had a fever later, she would still have time to buy anti-inflammatory medicine from the mall.

The medicine was boiled, and Shuiqing began to plan what to boil for Wenhua.

He had lost a lot of blood, so he had to eat something good to make up for it.

The most effective tonic is old hens. On weekdays, old hens are stewed until the chicken is soft and melts in the mouth. Mother and children like to eat this the most.

But Wenhua prefers to eat something chewier.

Today, he is the main person, so naturally he has to follow his taste.

Shuiqing decided to make white-cut chicken.

After the cleaned chicken is boiled in water and then simmered for a while, it is yellow skin and white meat, fat and tender, chewy and very delicious.

Cut into even-sized pieces, and use ginger, garlic, chopped green onion and soy sauce to make a dipping sauce when eating. This not only keeps the original flavor of the chicken, but also has a different flavor. Wenhua should like it.

The soup from cooking chicken should not be wasted. Although it is not as rich as the stewed old hen soup, it is also nutritious, especially with a layer of yellow chicken oil floating on it, which is reluctant to pour away anyway.

Shuiqing scooped off the top layer of chicken oil with a small spoon and used it to make a chicken sauce vegetable heart.

Put a small amount of yam and bamboo fungus in the remaining chicken soup and stew them together.

With rice, a sick meal with meat, vegetables and soup is ready.

She brought two dishes and a soup into the house and placed them on the wooden table by the window. Hu Wenhua stood up quickly and said embarrassedly: "Sister, I'm just slightly injured, it's nothing serious. You're busy anyway, so don't bother to cook for me."

His sister has a lot of things to do every day, and now there's a herbal medicine shop. How can she spend all her time in the kitchen cooking?

"The lunch in the herbal medicine shop is left to them in rotation. My mother usually cooks at home. Occasionally, when I cook, Yan Qiuxing, Hui Wanxia and the other two help. What can I do to be busy?" Shui Qing said with a smile.

Before the herbal medicine shop was built, she was indeed busy for a while, mainly cooking.

After the herbal medicine shop was on track and running normally, she really had nothing to do. Besides, even if she was busy, she still had time to cook a meal for her brother who was injured!

She handed over some bowls and chopsticks: "Try it and see if you like it. If you like it, I'll make it for you later.

You're injured, so you need to take medicine and eat tonic food at the same time."

She had never felt family affection before, and she didn't know if God compensated her by giving her Wenhua, a responsible and good brother.

At the beginning, she didn't have much affection, but as time went by, she had already regarded him as her own brother in the process of getting along. This time, seeing him injured, she felt heartache.

But heartache is useless, she must transform heartache into something beneficial to him, such as boiling medicine and making his favorite food.

When Hu Wenhua was stabbed, he didn't blink, and he didn't make a sound during the long time waiting for the hemostatic medicine. He walked back all the way and it was normal. He even comforted his mother as usual when she was crying just now, but at this moment, holding the chopsticks and looking at the chicken cooked according to his taste on the table, his eyes were swollen and his nose was sour.

His sister is so good, the best sister in the world!

"Sister"

Shuiqing waited patiently, thinking in her mind that you, a grown man, must not say sensational words.

She really can't stand sentimental words, which easily embarrasses her and gives her goose bumps.

After Hu Wenhua finished shouting, he reached out from his arms and took out something wrapped in oil paper and handed it to her.

Shuiqing wondered, what is this?

It's not for her, is it?

It shouldn't be. Boys rarely think of giving gifts to their mothers and sisters when they grow up. Is Wenhua different?

The next second, she heard him begging: "Sister, I think this is suitable for her. Can you give it to Jiajia in your name?"

If it's given in his name, she will definitely not accept it.

Shuiqing:... It's better to say something sentimental!

It's embarrassing, it's embarrassing, it's goose bumps, it's better than being ordered to do these secret things.

She doesn't want to eat dog food.

"How about you send it yourself?" They can also express their feelings to each other.

During this period, Jiajia often had to make medicinal powder at home, or in the herbal medicine workshop. The two met very rarely. Wouldn't it be better to meet each other under the pretext of sending gifts than to let her pass on the message?

Besides, "You can also send it under my name."

"She won't accept it." A hoarse and low voice came.

Shuiqing was surprised. How could Wenhua be so sure?

"You sent it?"

Hu Wenhua originally wanted to keep this matter in his heart, but now he wanted to tell his trusted sister.

He nodded and told the story again.

Shuiqing was stunned.

According to Wenhua, Jiajia had no feelings for him at all?

But that's not right. This is completely opposite to what she observed!

And Jiajia didn't come these days. It turned out that she was not busy, but avoiding Wenhua?

And Wenhua was lost and absent-minded during this period because of this matter?

But wasn't Jiajia the same during this period?

Oh! Wait, let her think it over.

If her guess was correct, there must have been a misunderstanding between Wenhua and Jiajia. Although she didn't know what caused it, she was certain that there was affection between the two, and they even liked each other!