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"Move these things into the house. I'll go cook." Pointing at the Bu Mi and shoes that were in the basket on her back, Ning Yan then walked toward the kitchen after she finished speaking.

Ning Yan dealt with the squid and kept it for reserve. Looking at the new seasoning, Ning Yan still missed Chili Pepper a little.

The dogwood was also known as the chili peppers. They tasted quite spicy, but compared to the chili peppers, the taste was slightly worse.

Pour the dogwood powder into the seasoning wooden box, then marinate the processed squid with the seasoned ingredients. There was no oven Ning Yan tried to replace the frying pan with her home's big pot.

Brush the bottom of the pot with oil.

The fire was burning hot, and the fire in the big pot was burning very quickly, causing Ning Yan to carefully control the heat.

When the temperature at the bottom of the wok was about the same, he placed the marinated squid one by one into the wok.

A sizzling sound rang out and the smell of roasted squid wafted out.

When the squid was about to ripen, he picked up the garlic sauce from home and brushed it over the squid. He sprinkled it with dogwood powder and sesame seeds, then roasted it for a while and started cooking.

Looking back, he saw Nimble lying prone on the kitchen door, sniffing the aroma of roasted squid with all his might, his big eyes rolling around.

"Want some?"

"Eat." Ning Yan also didn't intentionally tease the little child. She placed the plate on the table, took out a pair of chopsticks and handed it to Ning Yu, then continued to cook.

There were still several kilograms of wolf meat left in the house. Ning Yan did not want to make things too complicated by mincing the wolf meat and wrapping it up with shepherd's milk to make dumplings.

After the dumplings left the pot, Ning Yan walked towards Lu Hanzhang's room.

Lu Hanzhang had a book in his hand, it was used by Ning Qianci to open his eyes, he had lent it to Ning a few days ago, and now, it was in Lu Hanzhang's hands.

"Dumplings?"

"Anything is fine."

"…" Anything is fine? He was indeed a rich man. Dumplings was something people would only eat two or three times a year when throwing food onto the ground. How could he be as calm as this man?

He scooped out a plate of dumplings, mixed it with a vinegar plate and placed it on the small stool in Lu Hanzhang's room: "Put it here, eat it yourself."

"He's injured."

"…" Ning Yan rolled her eyes. "Ning Yan, what do you mean by being injured? It's not as if my wrist and arm are crippled. Hurry up and stop pretending!"

Not only did Lu Hanzhang not feel any shame, he also pointed at the wound as if it was as a matter of course: "Xu, I can't move."

Hearing that, Ning Yan clenched her fists, wanting to throw him out of the courtyard.

Seeing that Ning Yan was truly angry, Lu Hanzhang added: "At least she has enlightened me. I will be responsible for finding a teacher for him."

Ning Yan retracted her fist. The reason why she never made up her mind to study at all was because she was afraid of encountering an old scholar like Kong Yi.

"What kind of good sir can you find?"

"You don't believe me?"

"…" Ning Yan looked at the beard near Lu Hanzhang's mouth and his heart jumped. Why is this guy dressed like a military man, could he even help her find a good teacher? No matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem too reliable. Originally, he just wanted this person to teach him more about writing and take his time with Mr. Zhao's matters. However, the man in front of him took the initiative to help.

After a good while, the dumplings on the plate were almost done with their heat. Lu Hanzhang glanced at the dumplings and said with difficulty: "Then I will stay here and teach him for half a year."

He took the initiative to stay? Ning Yan was even more worried now, she had completely forgotten about the 'enlightenment' plan from before: "A crappy old man like you wants to teach my son to study, are you crazy or am I crazy?"

"Bullsh * t! Bullshit!"

Lu Hanzhang was speechless, he stared at Ning Yan for a long while without saying anything. Back then, before he went to the battlefield, he had also participated in the examinations and obtained the title of a flower scout.

Ning Yan did not bother with Lu Hanzhang anymore, turning around to leave, eating grilled squid together with Ning Jiu.

After the meal, Ning Yan walked to the side of the vat. The wolf skin had already been soaked in the water for an entire day, and Lu Hanzhang's body had not recovered to the point where he could casually walk out of the door.

Ning Yan asked Lu Hanzhang about the details of the nitration and treated the wolf skin with water. Then, she hung it on a tree in the courtyard.

After taking care of the wolf skin, Ning Yan walked over to the side of the dog nest. Just as Ning Yan was thinking about this, she lowered her head and smelt a meaty aroma.

Ning'er took the leftover dumplings from dinner and placed them in a small bowl by the side of the kennel.

The curled-up puppy was very obedient, just like a dog's leg. It stared at the dumpling with its black, round eyes and started to eat the meat. Like a cat, its stomach rumbled as it ate the wolf meat, leaving the dumpling with only skin.

"You might be willing to part with it, but other people don't take dumplings for their dogs to eat."

"Hehe, Curly Hair is injured. I need something good to eat."

"Up to you." Ning Yan did not give too many restrictions on this aspect. Originally, her days were not easy, but under these conditions, he was still willing to give meat to the Tibetan Mastiff.

Furthermore … It's not like he couldn't afford it.

She stretched out her small hands and caressed the head of the Tibetan Mastiff, but the young Tibetan Mastiff was not annoyed, she tilted her head and rubbed it a little.

One man and one dog, both were pretty harmonious, but would Tibetan Mastiff be so obedient? Even if it was just a cub, it wouldn't be as bright as Teddy, but it should still carry a fierce aura!

Suddenly, Ning Yan remembered that back then, when she had more than enough to feed the rabbits, they were like tamed rabbits. What would they feed, and what would they not feed on?

Thinking about this, Ning Yan suddenly laughed. This was not a fantasy world, how could there be so many systems, this was just a world where animals were born.

Tibetan Mastiff was a ferocious animal to begin with. Now, they had eaten wolf meat since a young age …

He didn't know what would happen in the future.

"..."

"..."

After a few days, the wounds on Lu Hanzhang's body had already scabbed over. Although he couldn't make any violent movements, walking underground was still something that could be done with clothes and writing.

The early morning smoke rose in the mountain village, and the wives of every family squatted on their kitchen as they prepared breakfast.

Lu Hanzhang sat under the locust tree in his courtyard, watching Ning Tou execute a set of well-trained, well-defined, and rhythmic punching techniques.

He had never seen this kind of fist technique before, and it did not have any similarities with those so-called martial artists' fists. He turned his head to look at the kitchen, and the more he looked, the more he felt that this woman was not simple, no matter if it was her experience or her actions.

At first glance, he didn't look any different from the people in the village, but … Would the woman in the village have mastered forging techniques that were more advanced than those in the military camp? Did the woman in the village have a strange cooking method? The woman in the village dared to hunt the male wolf alone?

Even though Ning Yan had thick skin, she still felt a bit comfortable. She broke a stick of dried wood and filled it into the stove, walked out of the kitchen, and asked: "When are you leaving?"

"Half a year later."

"Speak human words." Ning Yan frowned.

"Recuperate."

"Then rest well."

"…" Lu Hanzhang did not reply, and pretended not to understand what Ning Yan was doing. She walked over to the side of the vegetable patch in the courtyard, stared at the sparse cotton and asked: "Why are you planting the white cotton in the courtyard?"