Back home, Li Nanke found a brand new small stone mill next to the hut, with some bean dregs remaining on it.
In the kitchen, Luo Qianqiu was bending over and using a ladle to pour the boiling hot water into a wooden barrel containing soy milk and scalding the soy milk. It seemed that he planned to make fresh tofu himself.
The woman looked attentive, and there was a little sweat on her forehead that was baked by the heat.
Even the pink goose neck is dyed with a faint layer of red, as if coming from underneath the snowy skin, which is indescribably attractive.
"My husband is back."
Hearing the footsteps, the woman looked back, with a gentle smile on her face. "The food has been left on the table, and it's still hot." After saying that, she continued the work at hand.
Li Nanke looked at the ground soy milk curiously and asked, "Why don't you just go and buy it."
"I'm not very satisfied after eating it. I think I'd better make it myself, and it can also be combined with some medicines." The woman used her little finger to hook the soft hair on the temples behind her ears and answered with a smile.
Li Nanke said oh and asked again: "Do you need a helping hand?"
"Will you make soy milk?"
the woman asked.
Li Nanke snorted and said honestly: "Yes, I can, but it's a bit tiring and the quantity is not large."
The woman smiled. "My husband, let's go have dinner first. Now that I have become a master, my official duties will be more complicated. I can do these small things at home by myself."
"OK."
Li Nanke nodded and walked out of the kitchen.
After leaving the door, he turned around again, bowed his hands towards Luo Qianqiu, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, ma'am, grinding tofu~"
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After dinner, Li Nanke took the initiative to wash the pots and dishes, then picked up the sword given to him by Leng Xinnan, and began to practice "Drawing the Sword and Cutting" in an open area by the pond.
On the first level, you only need to draw your sword and chop ten times, which is very simple.
Li Nanke was calm and calm, and when his emotions were almost brewing, he pulled out the sword with a "swish" in a very handsome gesture.
As a result, I didn't hold it firmly and the knife flew out of my hand.
Li Nanke did not pick up the knife immediately, but looked back and saw that his wife was not paying attention. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward to hold the knife tightly again.
But suddenly a goose call came over.
I saw Sister Goose raising her slender neck and laughing happily, apparently amused by the man's funny sword practice.
Just as he was laughing happily, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
Turning around, I saw a man walking over with a sullen face and a knife.
Sister Goose was furious on the spot, flapped her wings and jumped into the pond, swimming far away.
Mr. Turtle, who was blowing the cool breeze next to him, saw that something was not good and wanted to go into the water to escape. However, because of his slow movements, he was directly pushed to the ground by the man and was beaten and rubbed violently. He could only shrink his head and dare not say a word.
Sister Goose turned around and her eyes softened again when she saw this scene.
Damn turtle, you're blocking it for me again.
After venting his anger, Li Nanke continued to practice his sword.
Although the movements are very non-standard, at least he draws the sword and chops in one go.
It just needs to be aligned when sheathing it.
After drawing the sword for the tenth time, Li Nanke clearly felt a slight buzzing sound coming from the blade, and then he drew the sword again, much faster.
"Okay, okay, this is the way to practice."
Li Nanke showed a satisfied smile.
He doesn't expect to be able to reach the tenth level of training and have extraordinary self-defense skills.
The man spreads his legs and poses.
Continue holding the knife and practice with concentration.
pull!
The moon-white blade drew an arc.
Insert!
The screeching sound of the blade being sheathed echoed throughout the quiet courtyard.
Pull it out again!
Back and forth cycle——
The blade made of fine steel made a buzzing sound, making the man's figure look a bit majestic, and the hem of his clothes made a buzzing sound.
Time passes quietly.
The moon, like a round mirror, peered down from the sky, illuminating the house even brighter.
The cold and dark pool water reflected the light of the sword and the man's upright figure.
At this time, Li Nanke was sweating profusely, so he simply took off his shirt, and slashed with a knife with his bare arms, one after another, creating a dynamic and wonderful picture with the quiet hut.
In front of the hut, a woman's delicate figure stood in the dim moonlight, watching silently.
It wasn't until the man was panting from exhaustion that she came forward with a towel, handed it to him, and said softly: "Mr., please rest first. It won't be too late to practice again tomorrow."
Li Nanke did not pick up the towel, but breathed heavily as he recalled the number of times he had drawn the knife.
But my confused brain can no longer remember the numbers.
We have almost reached the third floor.
Sweat hung like morning dew on the man's strong, undulating bronze skin.
Li Nanke's figure is not as tall and fierce as some martial arts practitioners, nor does he look like a skinny old man.
But it has a masculine look that looks very harmonious.
Especially at this moment, he was soaked in sweat, and his whole body seemed to be covered in a layer of oil under the moonlight. Coupled with the man's already handsome face, his ambition hormone was completely released.
Luo Qianqiu stared blankly, then subconsciously touched the man's chest.
The moment the woman's jade-like fingertips touched the man's steel-like chest, she subconsciously shrank back as if she was electrocuted.
The girl's ears suddenly turned red, and she naturally wiped the sweat from the man's forehead and said softly:
"My husband, if you continue to practice for a while, take a quick rest. When practicing, you must also pay attention to relaxation and relaxation. Don't exhaust yourself."
"Oh, I see."
Li Nanke grinned, sheathed the knife and prepared to draw it again.
Luo Qianqiu lowered her eyes and walked towards the house.
Compared to her usual calm and calm nature, her steps were inexplicably a little hasty at this time, as if a messy heart was tied around her ankles.
At this time, the man suddenly turned around and said, "I want to work harder so that I can protect you."
The woman paused, said nothing, and entered the house.
Luo Qianqiu gently closed the door, walked to the table, picked up a cup of already cool tea, and drank it in one gulp.
As the cold tea entered the throat, the little heart that was hidden in the chest and beating a little fast gradually calmed down and lay peacefully in the woman's body.
Luo Qianqiu sat on the chair and stared at the door in trance.
After a long time, the woman took out a sharp awl from under the table and murmured: "The time has come again, this time... I have to stab it harder."
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When Li Nanke woke up the next day, his whole body was extremely sore.
Especially the two arms, it felt as if the body was being ripped off, and they were so sore that they could hardly lift them.
But what concerned him most was the familiar pain in his heart.
It seemed as if someone had stuffed it into Laotan pickled cabbage and marinated it for a while, and even been stepped on by a few aunts.
"Ms. sir, get up."
Along with the gentle and melodious voice, his wife's familiar gentle smile came into the man's sight as before.
Li Nanke rubbed his sore arm and responded, starting to wash up.
"How did your husband sleep last night?"
"good."
"That's good." The woman smiled happily.
After struggling to finish breakfast with strange movements, Li Nanke hung the knife on his waist and said goodbye to his wife.
But he did not go to the Yamen, but walked towards the mountain.
He wanted to find the box containing 'Red Rain'.
Although they only obtained some memory fragments, according to the location range that Leng Xinnan and the others had previously traced, Li Nanke found the cave in less than half an hour.