Chapter 438

On the small dining table, there are all kinds of lard bibimbap. Lin Yi looks at him wearily, "uncle, try it again."

The meal is steaming.

The lame doctor looked at her in amazement. "You don't get these things all night, do you?"

"Try it first."

Lin Yi handed the chopsticks to him.

"Oh, oh."

The lame doctor took the chopsticks and tasted a bowl of rice. In the end, he almost forgot what his wife made. Looking at the blood in Lin Yi's eyes, he said vaguely, "it's good. It's very close. Let's have this bowl."

"Not a bowl, right?"

Lin Yi saw through him.

The lame doctor put down his chopsticks. "Well, you've done so much. That's enough."

“……”

Lin Yi sat back in his chair, his eyes darkened. Why on earth?

Why not a bowl?

She has changed many ways, even the way of cooking lard has changed a few, why not.

What's wrong.

"Look at the blood in your eyes. Don't be too stubborn. It's almost enough. Don't do it any more." The lame doctor looked at her anxiously. "I don't want to see another patient."

Lin Yi sat there, picked up his chopsticks and began to taste. He didn't understand what a bowl of lard rice could be made of.

Seeing her like this, the lame doctor knew that she did not listen at all, but sighed.

Lin Yi was stuttering. Suddenly, she realized, "it's not about cooking lard."

"What?"

The lame doctor was stunned.

"I know what to do."

As soon as Lin Yi was happy, he stood up and went out. The lame doctor couldn't stop him.

Lin Yi ran out. When she passed by muziliang's room, she heard his painful breath. It was like a mouthful of phlegm stuck in her throat. She couldn't get out. She felt uncomfortable and went to the guard, "take whatever medicine you should take."

"No, I should give you less orders..."

"Ying Hannian is a devil now. If you listen to him again, something will definitely happen." She said, "again, I'm responsible for any problems."

Now Ying Hannian only thinks about how to die with the herdsmen, but never thinks about the future.

She won't let him go on like this.

The bodyguard looked at her in embarrassment, "but Miss Lin..."

"No, but."

Lin Yi word by word firm tunnel, eyes cold and sharp.

The bodyguard unconsciously stood up straight and nodded, "OK, I see."

"When Ying Hannian asked, he lied to him and said that he would do as he was told." She said.

“……”

Less cheating?

The bodyguard felt his neck. How could it be so chilly? He was afraid that his life would not be as long as that of a shepherd.

Lin Yi finished, then pulled a few bodyguards to accompany him out.

It occurred to her that what she had done had no flavor in her memory. It was not the wrong way of cooking lard, but the wrong material.

At that time, Ying Yongxi was a dancer with a child, and her income depended on her career. She was also attacked by Lian man and Su Meining from time to time. How could such a woman afford to eat good pork? As the lame uncle said, eating lard and rice dressing is actually to get some meat.

The pork she brought from China is so good that it can't taste like life and death street.

She's going to buy food here.

Lin Yi took people to a small local market. The so-called market is a place to set up stalls. All the stalls are spread on the ground, and they are all laid on a piece of cloth. The stall owners are talking to themselves. They don't care about the dust, the dishes are old, and there are insects flying on the meat. It makes people feel sick.

Seeing them coming, the stall owners were staring at them curiously, and their eyes kept circling on the jewelry she was wearing.

"Miss Lin, you should not be allowed to come out. This kind of place is too messy."

Bodyguards surrounded her to protect her.

"It's OK with you."

Lin Yi went directly to the pork stall, squatted down and looked at the large pieces of pork above. The insects were flying and the smell was circulating. She wanted to pick it up, but she couldn't bear to smell the bad breath and run to one side to spit.It really stinks.

Is the meat bad?

I can't eat it.

Lin Yi vomited a blank in his head. After a while, he realized how to eat the lard from such pork. Ying Yongxi couldn't make it for his son.

Lin Yi thought, and suddenly felt that someone was looking at her. She saw a middle-aged woman in gorgeous clothes standing beside her, looking at her curiously.

“……”

Lin Yi looked at it indifferently.

"You, and Han, are together?" The middle-aged woman asked in a less authentic Chinese, with no malice but curiosity.

"Who are you?"

Lin Yi was a little surprised.

"Me and Xi, work, she, teach me." It's hard for women to say.

"You mean your words are Greek?" Lin Yi showed more kindness to her. She was the one who worked with Ying Yongxi.

The woman nodded desperately.

When they walked together, the middle-aged woman was a very enthusiastic person. She kept talking to her about how to chant, but her pronunciation was not good enough, and she was always confused with her phrases, which made Lin Yi very tired.

But she reluctantly heard that the woman was very sad about Ying Yongxi's death. Ying Yongxi was very kind and took care of everyone around her.

Ying Yongxi is really a good woman.

Even the dancers who have worked together will praise her, but she has suffered all kinds of hardships in the world.

"Cold, small, very beautiful, can not afford to raise, I advise Xi, do not want children, Xi would not." When middle-aged women talk about sadness, they will choke, "I don't mean too much?"

Lin Yi smiles and shakes his head.

"You come and buy vegetables?" Asked the middle-aged woman.

Lin Yi nodded, suddenly realized that the person in front of him could solve his doubts, and asked, "did you and Xi come here to buy vegetables before?"

"Yes." The middle-aged woman nodded.

"Meat, too?"

It's OK to eat the leaves. How can I eat the meat when it stinks like this.

"Meat?" The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered, "meat, look for pigs."

"Looking for a pig farmer?"

Lin Yi understood.

"Yes." The middle-aged woman nodded.

"I see. Thank you." Lin Yi smiles.

The middle-aged woman shakes her head and signals that she doesn't need to thank her. "I'm happy and cold. If I hit the boss, I don't need to. I've started."

Lin Yi knows about the dance hall in yinghan years. Because of this and the feat of cleaning up the thousand hand party, they have become the worst people in the street of life and death.

"Don't you have to start without money?"

Lin Yi asked.

"Cold, here it is."

The middle-aged woman was smiling happily. After Ying Hannian stabbed the boss that night, she opened three boxes of banknotes and put them on the stage. She ran fast and got a lot of money. She didn't have to worry about her livelihood for a long time.