Chen Baiqi and Mu'er, because they "joined forces" to stay again, tilted their heads and looked at each other with a smile.

Chen Baiqi and Mu'er came to the thatched hut. This hut had four bamboo mats to block the wind and cold. It was not connected to the eaves at the top, exposing the relative gaps where smoke flowed. The hut was quiet and sheltered from the noise. The slippery moss did not stop the rain, and the song of the pines did not fake the wind.

, the mountain stream is green and the bamboo waist is swaying gently, it is a peaceful and comfortable scene.

There was a fire of dry wood and charcoal burning in the hut, and the sparks were sparkling when the wind blew. Originally Mu'er was going to light the stove to boil the eggs, but Chen Baiqi felt that the injury on his leg was no longer as painful as before after Mo Jing's treatment.

I can't stand up straight. I think there is a way to cure it here.

She thought that there was a saying, "It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish." This time the treatment could not make her recover, so if she made friends with Mo Jing in the future, it would be of great benefit to her.

It's about making good dealings.

So she planned to cook a good meal to reward him. She asked Mu'er to help him, carry water and start the fire, while she was the chef.

She saw a lot of ingredients in the cupboard of the hut, including meat, chestnuts, bean sprouts, etc. Her eyes lit up and she asked Mu'er to politely ask Uncle Mo if these ingredients were available.

I borrowed it for use, but at the same time I had a suspicion in my heart. These ingredients were prepared too carefully, with salt, rice, oil, sauce, meat and vegetables. It was not like Mo Jing's style of doing things.

Could it be that someone else prepared it for him?

In addition, according to her observation, Mo Jing's dexterity and carpentry skills were not extraordinary, and those exquisite mechanisms in the hut were definitely not his handiwork, so who was it?

Mu'er nodded, and then Qi Xi went to ask, but Mo Jing didn't care about such trivial matters, so he said it was up to her.

Chen Baiqi asked Mu'er to bring a bucket of stream water, washed the chestnuts first, boiled a pot of boiling water and put the chestnuts in. After the water boiled, he asked Mu'er to stir the rice and water continuously to form a thick porridge.

Then she shyly went to Mo Jing's medicinal material library to get some medicinal materials, such as jujubes, red beans, and lotus seeds, and put them into the porridge to cook. The thick chestnut porridge bubbled and fragrant.

The atmosphere permeated the entire hut.

Chen Baiqi let Mu'er take care of the chestnut porridge, stirring it from time to time as she asked, so as not to spoil the taste. Then she walked out of the hut and saw that there were four fields outside the hut, where some seasonal vegetables and green onion-like plants were planted.

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Chen Baiqi pinched one under his nose and sniffed it. It was slightly pungent but had a fresh smell of vanilla, so he picked it and washed it.

She mixed the eggs with the minced green onions and fried a few round, tender yellow and green chopped egg and onion pancakes. She also specially cut some slightly fatter meat, fried a portion of minced meat with pickles, and added

The salt was poured into the sauce, and when she tasted it, it tasted delicious. She then wrapped the minced meat into the previously fried egg and scallion pancakes, rolled it into a spring roll, and tied it with green onion leaves to fix it, like a kick from the sky.

It’s the same as a gift, it’s both beautiful and delicious.

Then, she stir-fried another vegetable, using the oil left over from frying the meat. The rich meat oil made the vegetables green and fragrant, and then sprinkled a few red wolfberries on the surface to garnish, and the color combination became even better.

Appetite.

System: Congratulations to the character for lighting up his life skill - "Cooking Skills" on his own. He will receive rewards of salt pack × 1, pepper pack × 1, pepper pack × 1, chili pack × 1, and soybean paste × 1.

Cooking skills?

In Chen Baiqi's previous life, she was a single woman for more than thirty years. Living alone, she naturally knew some simple dishes. But she didn't expect that this unintentional skill would be rewarded by the system.

When Chen Bai saw that Mu'er was squatting by the stove and stirring the chestnut porridge with a wooden spoon, he turned sideways and carefully took out the items rewarded by the system.

There is a small bag of salt bag, which is fine salt. It weighs about half a catty by hand. It is enough for a month or two if you save it. The pepper bag is relatively small, only two or three taels. The weight of pepper bag and chili bag is also the same.

, and there is a small jar of "soybean paste". The round jar is estimated to weigh 500 grams, which is equivalent to a pound.

As soon as the lid of the "soybean paste" jar was opened, a strong aroma of soybean paste immediately poured out of the jar. The fragrant taste made people's mouth water.

...It's a pity that it can't be used for the time being. Otherwise, it would be great to stir-fry it and use it as sauce water, and eat it with egg and scallion pancakes as a dip.

With infinite regret in his heart, Chen Bai put the seasonings rewarded by the system back into the package. Chen Bai set the dishes on the plate and went to see the porridge that Mu'er was cooking. She asked Mu'er to stand aside, then took a spoonful and slowly poured it down into a line, seeing the rice soup.

The consistency was thick enough, so Mu'er, who kept swallowing his saliva, asked Mo Jing to join him for a meal.

Mo Jing was not willing to share lunch with the two scoundrel brothers, but even from such a distance, he could smell the tempting aroma of food coming from the shack. He was used to living alone and eating rough, but that didn't mean

He wanted to be rough, so he had a vague expectation in his heart, but he couldn't resist Mu'er's persuasion, so he walked over together with a straight face.

During lunch in the west room, the window sill covered with fresh window paper sheds bright light, and a rimmed reed mat was spread on the floor. Mo Jing sat due north, with a five-foot-long wooden table in front of him, while Chen Baiqi and Chen Muer

They knelt down and sat on both sides of the table. There were four dishes on the table: egg rolls with scallion oil, steamed and smoked fish breast, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a yellow rice soup.

Seeing the eating methods placed on the countertop that he had never seen before, the dishes were both exquisitely arranged and exciting. Mo Jing quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and couldn't help but feel a little dazed for a moment.

"Brother Mo, please come and have a try."

Chen Baiqi placed a bowl of hot and sweet chestnut porridge and handed him chopsticks.

Mo Jing saw the two Chen brothers, one big and one small, staring at him with the same clear and bright eyes. He tentatively took a piece of egg and scallion oil roll and took a small bite. He frowned and chewed, the meat juices were burnt.

The fragrant egg flavor immediately filled the entire mouth. After swallowing, he swallowed the remaining piece in a big mouth, and then took a sip of the hot, thick and fragrant chestnut rice porridge. For a moment, the combination of this combination felt indescribable.

Delicious and refreshing.

Mo Jing didn't say anything to praise, but from his stretched brows and the way he kept picking up vegetables, drinking porridge and swallowing, it was clear that he was very satisfied with this meal.

Mu'er was the same. He was hungry, but he was not like a poor native. In the past, Chen's father paid great attention to Confucian etiquette. Although he was not literate, he longed for a scholarly family. Therefore, under his influence, Chen Huanxian was enthusiastic about reading Wenjing.

Even the six-year-old Chen Muer sat upright, chewed slowly, and looked like everyone.

Chen Bai raised his eyebrows and smiled, letting them use more, while she only slowly tasted the bowl of chestnut rice porridge that had enough ingredients.

Chestnut is millet. It is very nutritious to make porridge and is suitable for people like Chen Baiqi who are just recovering from a serious illness.

Therefore, everyone enjoyed this meal to their heart's content, but some of them were still unsatisfied.

After the meal, Chen Bai saw that Mo Jing's expression had softened a lot. Perhaps because the food had satisfied his stomach, he looked much more cheerful and cheerful than before.

She felt that the time had finally come, so she said: "Brother Mo, Huanxian has something to do, and I didn't want to trouble you. But right now, apart from knowing you, we brothers don't know who else to ask."

Mo Jing didn't know whether it was because he was soft-spoken, or because he wanted to hear what tricks she was playing, but his expression remained unchanged and he just gave her a faint look.

Chen Baiqi knew that he was always taciturn, so he didn't expect him to suddenly ask her enthusiastically what was going on, so he went ahead and told her about their brother's current difficulties, took out ten swords and put them on the table: "This

This was the last fortune that Huanxian had saved privately. Even Xiao Muer didn't know about it. He wanted to use it for emergencies, thinking that he might be able to make a comeback in the future. However, things are unpredictable. After this incident, Huanxian also had another idea.

After some reflection, I thought that now that the green mountains are here, I won’t have to worry about running out of firewood. If we don’t buy some more now, we brothers may all be miserable this winter, so I hope Brother Mo can help.”

Chen Mu didn't know this at all, so when he saw his brother taking out ten swords at once, his eyes widened.

Their family still has money?

But when his brother was in a coma, he searched all over the house and couldn't find anything valuable. So where did his brother hide these ten swords?

Chen Baiqi thought about it. Firstly, Chen Huanxian might have offended the local powerful forces and was unable to come forward. The two Chen brothers were weak and had always been poor. Others might be too lazy to do anything. But if some thieves knew that their brothers had property,

, she was jealous and feared that she would cause trouble, so she came here to ask Mo Jing to come forward and make this trip for them.

Mo Jing is very capable, even if he lives alone in the woods, he is not afraid of any young people.

It's just a favor, it depends on whether Mo Jing is willing to help or not.

Without help, Chen Baiqi could only find another way.

If she helped...I, she thought about it, she had nothing to offer, so if she wanted to repay him in a way that made him satisfied and happy...well, she decided that the next time he went to their house, she would definitely cook a good meal to thank him.

he.

"What do you want to buy?" Mo Jing was silent for a long time, then he held down Qi Dao and said in a calm voice.

Chen Baiqi smiled: "Two sets of thick winter clothes. The style and leather material are not particular, but they must be thick and warm enough. In addition, the family has been broken for a long time. The necessary chestnuts and sweet potatoes are needed. In addition, winter quilts also need to be purchased, and there are some

Daily utensils for drinking water and eating are all in short supply, but there is no rush. It is eye-catching to have them all ready in one go..."

What else is needed? Chen Baiqi couldn't make such a long-term plan at the moment. She didn't think she would always live in that small house with such a bad environment.

Mo Jing was jealous, but he could see through Chen Huanxian's future plans at a glance. He rubbed the knife coins that were still warm on Chen Baiqi's body under his fingertips: "Since everything needs to be repurchased, why not build a house in Qingjia Village again?

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Chen Baiqi did not intend to discuss too long-term matters with Mo Jing, and simply said: "There are only so many left. If we go on, it will not be enough. Besides, if possible, our brothers will not stay in Qingjia Village for a long time."

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She still has important things to do, and she just needs to wait for her leg injury to heal.

"Brother, you can't move away!" Upon hearing this, Mu'er quickly shook his head. He looked at Chen Baiqi nervously and said, "We can't leave Qingjia Village!"

Chen Baiqi frowned, surprised that Mu'er's reaction was so big, she looked at Mu'er: "Why?"

Mo Jing smiled, but the smile was cold and malicious: "I'm very arrogant, have you forgotten how your legs were broken?"

Seeing that Mu'er was blocked by questions, Chen Baiqi turned to Mo Jing: "Does Brother Mo know..."

Mu'er immediately interrupted, with a depressed face, and said anxiously: "Uncle Mo, my brother has indeed forgotten that matter. His brain was burned out some time ago and he can no longer remember what happened before."

Mo Jing looked suspicious.

In my heart, I somewhat believed it. After all, the change in this person was so different from what the people in the village described, so he needed a reason.

Mo Jing heard the prayer in Mu'er's words, hoping that he would help hide the matter. He didn't want to get involved in other people's affairs, so he kept silent and lowered his eyes indifferently, and stopped talking.

At this time, Chen Baiqi suppressed the calm expression on his face and said in a deep voice: "What is the relationship between the broken leg and the inability to move?"

Mu'er lowered his head, clenched his fists, and still did not answer.

Mo Jing stood up suddenly.

"Let's go. I will bring you the things you want to buy later. As for other things, I can't control the trouble you have caused." Mo Jing dismissed everyone in a cold voice and left the desk.

Then he turned to the inner room in an alienated and cold manner.
To be continued...