Chapter 31

Next, Liu Jin came to an old tree and began to cut firewood.

After a while, she cut a big bundle of firewood.

Mu Yu saw that Liu Jin had some trouble carrying firewood and wanted to help her carry it, but Liu Jin refused.

Liu Jin was afraid that if he carried firewood on his back, his wounds that had not healed easily would crack again.

"Let's go!" Liu Jin said softly with firewood on her back, "let's go down the mountain and go home."

When Mu Yu heard the word "home", his heart was cold. Does he still have a home now?

That home is no longer his home.

The home in her mouth is just her home, not his home.

Liu Jin didn't know what Mu Yu was thinking. Now she just wanted to get home quickly and make pheasants into vegetables, so when she went down the mountain, she specially accelerated her pace.

After walking for a while, she found that she had left Mu Yu behind the old man, so she had to stop and wait for him.

Mu Yu came to her. His face was as pale as snow, his breathing was heavy, and he was obviously tired.

Liu Jin felt sorry when she saw him. His injury hasn't healed yet. She just focused on going home to eat meat, but ignored him.

Mu Yu glimpsed the guilty color on her face, and a complex light flashed in her eyes like obsidian.

"Let's have a rest and go later." Liu Jin said she was going to unload the firewood behind her.

Mu Yu hurriedly stretched out his hand and pressed her arm and said, "no, we'd better go back as soon as possible so as not to worry my aunt at home."

"But you look tired." Liu Jin was a little worried about him. She was afraid that he would get tired and lie down again.

Mu Yu smiled and said, "I'm fine. Let's go."

With that, he released his hand and walked forward.

Liu Jin paced to follow him.

Back home, Liu Jin shouted, "Niang! Niang!"

Roche was preparing dinner in the kitchen. Hearing Liu Jin's cry, she hurried out.

"Ah! Jin'er, Mu childe, you're back."

Liu Jin first put the firewood next to the corner of the wall, then held the pheasant in front of Roche, smiled and said, "Mom, what do you think this is?"

Roche's eyes shook a big pheasant, and his face was suddenly surprised.

"Oh! Why is the pheasant so big? It was hunted by childe mu?" Roche asked.

Liu Jin nodded: "yes!"

"Young master Mu is really amazing." Roche praised.

With that, Luo turned his eyes to Mu Yu. Seeing that he didn't look very well, he asked with concern, "master mu, are you uncomfortable? Do you want to ask the doctor to come and have a look?"

"No, I'm fine. I'll just go in and lie down for a while." Then he turned and went into the house.

Liu Jin handed the pheasant in her hand to Luo Shi and said, "Mom, boil some boiling water and soak the chicken. I'll check the wound for Mr. mu."

"Yes." Roche answered and took the pheasant into the kitchen.

Liu Jin came to Mu Yu's room and saw that Mu Yu was already lying in bed. She said in a warm voice, "I'll show you the wound."

Mu Yu's wound was fine. He wanted to say no, but somehow he said a word of "good".

After that, he was stunned for a moment. What's the matter with him?

Why is there some expectation in her heart to let her see the wound?

Liu Jin came to the bed, took a deep breath, and then slowly helped Mu Yu take off her coat to check the wound.

Liu Jin looked at his exposed chest, and the whole person was still tight.

She has changed his medicine several times, but she still feels very uncomfortable.

Mu Yu lowered her eyes and quietly looked at her little face. There was a warm color in her dark eyes.

He suddenly felt that although her face was not beautiful, it was beautiful, but her skin was darker.

He stared at her so tightly that Liu Jin felt his burning eyes and looked up uneasily.

Mu Yu quickly turned his eyes and looked away.

"Master mu, your wound is all right." Liu Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Yu said in a deep voice, "yes."

Liu Jin helped Mu Fu put on his coat, covered the quilt and said, "then lie down and I'll go to the kitchen to help my mother cook."

Before Mu Yu could speak, she had left the house.

After coming out, Liu Jin took a deep breath and went to the kitchen to help Roche cook together.

Liu Jin waited for Roche to boil the water and squatted by the wooden basin to pluck the pheasant's hair.

After a while, she pulled the chicken feathers clean, then picked up the kitchen knife, poked the pheasant's belly and took out the mess in its belly.

After the pheasant was cleaned, Liu Jin thought of doing so.

She wanted to make crispy chicken or braised chicken, but she didn't have any seasoning except a little oil and salt at home. How did she start!

After thinking about it, she decided to cook chicken soup and fry chicken nuggets.

The pheasant was very big. She cut it into two parts, one for tonight and one for tomorrow.

It's not hot now. Even if the pheasant stays for a few nights, it won't go bad.

After she cut the pheasant into pieces, the water in the big pot outside Roche also boiled. She took some of the cut pheasants and put them into the pot, and then covered the pot.

About half an hour or so, Liu Jin smelled a smell of meat. She opened the lid and looked.

The chicken soup in the pot was boiling badly, and there was a layer of chicken oil floating on it. Liu Jin couldn't help but want to drink it.

She used a large iron spoon to pick up some crude salt and put it into the pot, then stirred it up, and finally sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions.

She scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and smelled it by her nose. Well, it's delicious!

"It tastes good!" Liu Jin took a sip of chicken soup and said.

Roche had already smelled the fragrance under the stove. At this time, she couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

Liu Jin heard Roche swallow saliva, smiled, filled a few spoons in a bowl and handed Roche a drink.

"Mom, try it."

Roche took the bowl and drank it with some embarrassment.

"It's delicious." Roche praised, "jin'er's chicken soup is delicious."

Liu Jin's heart is sour. In fact, she knows that it's not the chicken soup she makes that tastes good, but Roche hasn't opened a meat dish for several years.

Last time, she managed to make diving snake soup, but Roche was not willing to eat, so she left it to Mu Yu alone.

After the chicken soup was ready, Liu Jin put the remaining chicken pieces on the chopping board into the pot and fried them.

The pheasant is fat and easy to oil, but there are not many at home. If you can save it, you can save it.

Sure enough, after frying for a while, I saw oil on the chicken skin.

When the fried muscle turned yellow, Liu Jin came early, sliced some garlic, put it in, added some water and boiled it together.

After a cup of tea, Liu Jin opened the lid of the pot, picked up the spatula and turned the chicken pieces in the pot.

She pressed the chicken with a spatula. When she saw that the meat was well cooked, she put salt and fried it a few times to let the salt into the chicken.

Immediately, she put down the spatula and ordered Roche to turn off the fire and prepare for dinner.

On the dinner table, Mu Yu looked at the dishes in front of him and couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple.

He has been at her house for several days, but his food has always been poor, which is a kind of torture for a man like him.

Now, seeing so much meat, he just wants to have a painful meal.

"Don't even look. Eat quickly." Liu Jin said hurriedly when she saw that Luo and Mu didn't move their chopsticks.