Chapter 9： Talk about the life you owe

Zhulan's medicine was ready. She poured out the medicine and put another bowl of rice porridge. After washing the only spoon in the house, she had a guess in her heart and returned to the main room with the medicine and porridge.

Zhulan went in and noticed the shoes on the ground. She got up and went out. She probably went to the toilet. Thinking of the toilet, Zhulan felt a little sick. She had never been to a rural toilet, and public toilets were rarely used. I want to keep it again. There is a big pit next to the toilet. It's just past summer. The smell is rushing to my nose.

"woke up?"

Unfortunately, no one responded, and the man on the kang still had his eyes closed.

Zhulan didn't take it to heart, instead she became more and more sure of her suspicions, and slowly blew the rice porridge in the bowl until it was cold before opening her mouth, "I haven't eaten for nearly a day, get up and eat some pads so I can boil it. The medicine is drunk."

The eyes on the kang moved, and he didn't make a sound or open his eyes, but the sound of his stomach growling was too loud.

Seeing her husband's ears turning red, Zhulan hooked the corner of her mouth and put the spoon to her husband's mouth, "Drink it when it's cold!"

The person on the kang couldn't hold it anymore, so he opened his eyes, pursed his lips and looked at the spoon, then looked at the bowl, Zhulan said lightly, "The hot water has been washed."

Zhou Shuren's eyes flickered, he drank the porridge from the spoon with a sigh, and then said, "I'll drink it myself."

Zhu Lan didn't have to wait for anyone, so she handed the bowl over.

Now she is in a really good mood. This person is estimated to have traveled with her. As for who it is, it must be the man who cheated on her.

She guessed that this one also guessed that she was not the original owner. She must have exposed it when she was happy to hum a song. Instead, she was relaxed, and she was still in the mood to watch the other party drink porridge.

Mrs. Li shouted from outside the door, "Mother, after the lard is cooked, what are you going to cook at night!"

Zhulan thought about it, because it was a novel, and it was an alternate dynasty. The vegetables were very rich, and there were even peppers that were only available in the late Ming Dynasty. Fortunately, it was an artificial one. Otherwise, she wanted to die, but it was a pity She can't eat it now, she wants to nourish her body, "Let's stew the cabbage, put more oil and more oil and water, and put some oil residue in the cake at night."

Li Shi happily responded, "Got it, mother."

Zhulan felt that the original body had a good mother-in-law, and she also wanted to be a good mother-in-law. She had never been a daughter-in-law. Although she was in charge of the household, she did not pay attention to it at all. Thinking of the original mother-in-law, Zhulan blinking eyes.

The hoarse voice became smoother, "Anything else?"

Zhulan looked at the bottomed bowl, "Yes, wait."

When the porridge was being filled, Zhulan glanced at the oil tank and the oil residue, and nodded with satisfaction. Mrs. Li was also a good one. When she returned to the bedroom, the medicine in the bowl was gone.

Zhu Lan raised her eyebrows and handed over the bowl, "There is still porridge in the pot, enough to eat."

"kindness."

Zhulan looked at the person who lowered her head to drink porridge, and laughed lightly, "You are not afraid that I will put the medicine in the medicine, but it is very pleasant to drink."

Zhou Shuren froze. He really didn't think about it. After going out and coming in from the woman, he knew that he couldn't hide it, it must be exposed. It's a secret, will people give him medicine.

Afterwards, she felt at ease again, and continued to drink the porridge. After she finished drinking, she felt a bottom in her stomach, and she felt that she had strength in her body. She raised her head and said, "You won't."

Zhulan raised her eyebrows, she did it on purpose, strangers are in the house, so she can take precautions to know who they are, and she can trust her even if she is not angry, she feels more at ease, "Now, can we talk about it? , do you owe me a life?"