As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 272 Which little girl doesn't want to marry a handsome husband
Chapter 272 Which little girl doesn't want to marry a handsome husband
Have a good night's sleep.
The next day, Meng Yuan got up early to cook. As soon as he opened the door to the courtyard and before he could react, Meng Yuan was hit by a big, lively rooster.
Fortunately, the chicken didn't have a habit of pecking people, so he escaped with his already injured face.
When the neighbor Aunt Zhang saw this, she screamed "Ouch, Ouch" and ran over to help him catch the chicken. The two of them worked hurriedly and finally caught the energetic rooster.
After catching the chicken, Meng Yuan noticed something unusual in front of his house. Many packages appeared out of thin air on the ground that he had swept clean yesterday afternoon, and there were also a few lively chickens and ducks.
He opened one at random and took a look. It seemed to contain red date cake from a pastry shop in the county town.
Aunt Zhang explained from the side: "These things were sent by people from outside. Maybe they felt that what they did was too immoral and they were shameless in public, so they put down their things and left."
Meng Yuan nodded, "After dinner, I will go to the village chief and ask him to share these things with everyone."
"What's the point? Why don't you take it home and eat it yourself?" Aunt Zhang enthusiastically helped him tie the big rooster under the crooked neck tree in the yard. She turned around and asked him: "Is Qingqing's body okay? She didn't feel well last night.
See her come out."
"It's nothing serious. It's just that my vitality has been damaged. It may take some time to recover."
"When your vitality is weakened, you need to replenish it. I saw there are two hens at the door. I will catch them home and kill them to make chicken soup for Qingqing. They are very beautiful."
After saying that, Aunt Zhang glanced at the wounds on his face and said regretfully: "Tell me, you don't protect your face when you fight. What if you get hurt?"
Meng Yuan touched his left cheek and smiled, "It's okay, I don't care about it."
Aunt Zhang was not happy when she heard this, "You can't say that, you don't care if someone cares!"
Meng Yuan: "?"
"What little girl doesn't want to marry a handsome husband? You see, Qingqing is pretty and capable. As for you, you only have this face."
Aunt Zhang said eloquently: "What if Qingqing loses her only advantage if she loses her appearance again? She will definitely want to find a more handsome and capable man!"
Meng Yuan's heart skipped a beat, he touched his face and laughed dryly: "Isn't that true? Qingqing is not such a person..."
"I just kindly remind you, forget it if you don't believe it. Don't cry in the village if you lose your wife later."
Before leaving, Aunt Zhang looked at his face again, shook her head and left with a sigh, looking regretful that her treasure had been wasted.
Meng Yuan smiled helplessly. He was about to be abandoned by his wife if he lost his appearance. She said that he was just like the male favorite who was a waiter in Israel.
Nonsense.
He turned around and went into the kitchen, found eggs and flour, and prepared to bake a few cakes. The eggs were all beaten, but he thought about Aunt Zhang's words over and over again and felt something was wrong.
After struggling for a long time, he decided to see the doctor in the village to see if there were scars on his face, which did seem to affect his appearance.
Doctor Li was picking vegetables in the small vegetable garden. When he saw him coming from a distance, he started asking: "Have you used up the medicine I gave you yesterday?"
"No, I want to use a different medicine." Meng Yuan touched the tip of his nose and smiled awkwardly, "Do you have any medicine for wounds that won't leave scars?"
"No scars?" Dr. Li waved his hands repeatedly, "No, I won't do that. I just want to heal the injury."
Meng Yuan: "...Okay then, it's okay."
"Hey, don't leave in a hurry. Although I don't have that kind of medicine, I know a recipe for removing scars. Grind the Angelica dahurica into powder, mix it with vinegar, and apply it on the wound twice a day. This way, it will be easy to treat the wound.
There won’t be any scars.”
Doctor Li came out of the vegetable garden holding vegetables and waved to him, "Come in, I'll get you Angelica dahurica."
When Shen Qingqing woke up, Meng Yuan was still applying medicine.
But this time I was sitting in front of the mirror and painting my face.
Shen Qingqing didn't say anything, but leaned on the bedside and secretly looked at him. She saw him looking at the mirror, applying it, and was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his fingers. He couldn't hold back his laughter for a moment.
This man really cares about his appearance.
Meng Yuan's face heated up when he heard this, and he hurriedly put away the unused potions on the table. He turned back and smiled at her, "Are you awake?"
Shen Qingqing winked at him happily, "What are you hiding? Everyone has the love for beauty, there is no shame in it."
Meng Yuan blushed even more, lowered his head, coughed, and whispered: "Are you hungry? I made egg pancakes, and I added two eggs to yours."
Shen Qingqing knew that he was embarrassed, so she followed his words and changed the subject: "Listening to what you said, I seem a little hungry."
Meng Yuan handed her the robe lying beside the bed and checked the temperature of her forehead, "It's still a little cold."
"It's okay, just soak in the sun and it'll be fine."
Shen Qingqing smiled and put on her clothes. When she glanced out of the corner of her eye, she saw the three boys and Mr. He peering into the room. She walked to the door and rubbed Si Bao's head, nodded to Mr. He and said, "Fuck it."
Don’t worry, mom, I’m fine.”
"It's okay, my godmother knows that you are powerful, and you can definitely save the day." He breathed out a sigh of relief, took her hand and said as they walked: "Let's go to dinner, and after dinner, my godmother will kill the chicken and make soup for you.
"
The three cubs followed her step by step, and Meng Qixue turned on the chatter mode again, talking non-stop with her little mouth.
"Mom, grandma was disobedient yesterday and wanted to go down the mountain to rescue you. It was me who persuaded her to come back!"
Mr. He glared at her, "You kid, why don't you open the pot and pick up the pot?"
"That's right. We have to listen to mother's arrangements and we can't hold her back."
Meng Qixue looked serious, "Second brother doesn't want to go to school today, and it was me who persuaded him to go."
Shen Qingqing asked her with a smile: "Isn't it time for you to praise how awesome you are now?"
Meng Qixue grinned, revealing a row of white, sticky teeth, "Of course, am I not awesome?"
"Awesome, awesome." Shen Qingqing tapped the tip of her nose and smiled lovingly.
After breakfast, Shen Qingqing moved a small bench to the corridor and sat down. While cracking melon seeds and basking in the sun, she lectured ghosts: "Are you going to crawl out of your skin by yourself, or do you want me to invite you out?"
A row of puppets shook their bodies and looked at Lazy Ball, who was sharpening his claws next to him, and said cautiously: "Can you not come out?"
"Let's see how you perform." Shen Qingqing poured a handful of melon seeds into her mouth and said slowly: "Next, I will ask you questions. If you answer well, I can consider leaving a way for you to survive."
"You asked."
"Where did those brats in the black hole come from?"
The man in green was the first to answer: "Those are all Imperial Masters, no, they are the ghosts collected by the thief Chen Qiankun from all over the country, and some of them were killed by him."
"The qualified brats among them, such as us, will be selected to help him do things. We are really strong, capable of literature and martial arts, and know some Taoism. It is most suitable to invite us to be our younger brothers."