C4

"If you don't want to drink the medicine again, I'll still feed it to you this way. If you aren't satisfied with staying at my house, you better endure it. You can only leave after you've recovered from your illness." Wen Jingrong put away the medicine bowl, scooped a spoonful of water from the water jar and washed the bowl, then left it to dry.

Their family only had these two broken bowls, and there was also a thick pot made from black soil. If they cooked another dish, they wouldn't even have a plate for the dish. However, Wen Jingrong and Niu Dabao had gotten used to such days. They washed the dishes and put them back into their original places.

Although Murong Mingzhu wasn't willing to stay in their home, he was actually unhappy about the fact that the woman had already twice told him to take care of her after they had finished. She had a disdainful look on her face. With a heavy heart, he looked at Wen Jingrong who was busy with her work and didn't like her no matter where she looked. She wasn't good-looking at all, her eyes were too big, her nose was too straight, and her chin was too sharp. She didn't look like a woman at all, and her strength was still too great …

Wen Jingrong, who had been silently despised by others, was busy packing up the pork she had brought back. Fortunately, she had gotten Zhang Jiu to leave a piece of fat meat for her before. After a slight wash, she quickly waved the kitchen knife in her hand. Not long after, there was a small pile of fat meat the size of a bean curd on the chopping block.

Zhu Dabao had already started the fire again without her order. When the pot was heated up, Wen Jingrong pushed about two pounds of fat meat into the pot. Following the sizzling sound of the oil being stewed, the room was filled with an alluring smell of fat.

Murong Mingzhu started to frown in disgust. Even if he lost his memory, he was sure that such a taste was never allowed to appear by his side. However, he tragically discovered that when he smelled this unbearably coarse smell, his stomach actually rumbled like thunder as it was attracted by the smell of the meat.

There wasn't much fat, and after a short while, the fat inside was forced out and shrunk into a burnt yellow residue of oil. Wen Jingrong quickly scooped the oil residue floating in the pot into the black soil pot. While it was still hot, she sprinkled a handful of salt onto it and quickly mixed it. Then, she put the pot aside to cool.

She poured the oil from the pot into the jar, spoonful by spoonful. On the food side, Wen Jingrong paid extra attention to Niu Dabao because she felt sorry for him. Every time they caught a prey, they would first force it to run out of fat before cooking it. It was precisely because of her meticulous planning that ensured the two of them were still able to eat the oil under such tense conditions.

"Brother, open your mouth." Wen Jingrong touched the side of the basin and found it was no longer hot. She then picked up a big piece of oil and fed it to Niu Dabao.

The good-natured Niu Dabao opened his mouth and chewed slowly. The oil dregs were fried very crisply and the salt was put in just the right amount. The taste of salt was very good. He praised the food and was then fed another mouthful by Wen Jingrong.

Murong Mingzhu, who was watching on the side, got even hungrier. However, he was unwilling to show weakness in front of them, so he simply turned to the side of the bed and pretended to be asleep. The moment he laid down, he immediately blew his fur again. What exactly was this thing so hard? The blanket also had a musty smell. Was this really a place for a person to sleep!?

Just as he was about to ask them to change the bed, a small item was stuffed into his mouth. He wanted to spit it out, but the taste buds on his tongue realized the deliciousness of this thing before he did, and swallowed it before he could chew it.

He raised his eyes and looked at Wen Jingrong who was holding a coarse basin. The fingers of his right hand were clearly stained with some oil. Murong Mingzhu felt a wave of nausea, but his stomach was empty and he couldn't spit out anything.

Wen Jingrong was a little frightened by him. Her mind was rough, but she did not expect him to despise her for having dirty hands. She thought that he did not like it. Seeing that he was also hungry, he quickly packed up and prepared dinner.

Today, Wen Jingrong had brought back a lot of things. Wen Jingrong was generous. First, she fried the oil dregs in the wok, put in the bones and ginger to make soup. Then, she added a few red dates from last year. When the soup came up, he brushed off the foam on the side and let Niu Dabao slowly simmer. The chopsticks quickly mixed a few times, and half of the dinner was ready. He only needed to wait for the big bone soup to simmer before slicing off a few pieces of thin meat and dough, and finally slicing a few segments of vegetables into the bowl.

After cooking the leftover ingredients for the soup, Wen Jingrong finally took a break. She sat in front of the stove and told Niu Dabao what she had earned from buying mountain pork today, and how the rice and noodles were arranged in order. The soft words fell into Murong Mingzhu's ears, who was listening carefully. Only then did he notice that the woman's brother was blind and was slightly surprised. He also heard Wen Jingrong's detailed explanation of the contents of the bag in order to take care of his eye ailments.

He turned his head to look at the room that was so small that he could have turned around and bumped into each other. There was not even a table for eating, except for a short table in front of the stove and the bed he was sleeping on. At first he thought they were poor, but then he realized that they were afraid that his eyes would bump into them.

This pair of brother and sister had a good relationship with each other. Murong Mingzhu didn't know why, but a trace of envy appeared in his heart. He didn't feel so disgusted with Wen Jingrong anymore after seeing her like this.

Waiting for the soup to be ready, Wen Jingrong didn't waste any time and also washed the clothes they changed yesterday. When she caught sight of the patient on the bed, she was troubled. Previously, he was afraid that Niu Dabao would catch him cold, so he fumbled around to help him take off his clothes. Now, he didn't wear anything because Niu Dabao only had two sets of clothes to change his clothes in the summer.

It was so hot now, he couldn't get dressed all day, and he had to hide in bed naked all day... But to buy it, he had to spend money. Wen Jingrong couldn't help but regret why she went to the stream today. If she didn't go there, she wouldn't have noticed him floating above the water, and she wouldn't have saved him in a moment of kindness.

She covered her head and sighed, while the rich fragrance of the bone soup wafted over from the pot. She should eat dinner first before thinking about this question. With a frown on her face, Wen Jingrong made the nubble soup. She first scooped up two bowls and put them in them for a while before serving each of them to Niu Dabao and Murong Mingzhu when they were less hot.

Murong Mingzhu was finally hungry. He stared at the broken part of the bowl for a while, but he still couldn't stand the bowl of hot soup that was delicious. He grabbed the chopsticks that Wen Jingrong passed to him and started to eat slowly.

The way he ate was elegant. Wen Jingrong had already guessed that his identity was not simple, so she was not surprised. Since it was hopeless to wait for his bowl, she stood beside the stove, took a big spoon from the kitchen, and started eating. After finishing one bowl, Niu Dabao asked for the second bowl. He was a blind man and was very sensitive to sound, so he knew that his sister was standing on the side since a long time ago.

Murong Mingzhu was stunned. He originally wanted to drink another bowl, but after seeing her vulgar and uncultured behavior, he couldn't eat anymore.