Thinking about it this way, Gu Dingyu decided not to speculate. No matter whether she was the original Yang Jinfan or not, and no matter what secrets she had, as long as he could teach her well and not hurt others, then she would be good.
After thinking clearly, Gu Dingyu continued to grind the medicine with concentration.
Yang Jinfan, who was standing painfully in the yard, had no idea that he was being suspected again and was still hanging on the stake.
Towards evening, the painful practice process was finally over. The three little ones dragged their tired bodies back to their respective rooms. Before going home, Yang Jinfan quietly came to the water tank without anyone noticing and put his hand into the water from the spiritual spring.
Since practicing martial arts, she has become even busier. The task of cooking for the Gu family fell on Wang. Yang Jinfan secretly put spiritual spring water into the water tank every day. Anyway, she didn't have much cooking skills, so she relied on the spiritual spring water to increase her health.
Fragrance, it doesn’t matter who makes it.
Sure enough, it was Mrs. Wang who came to cook these days, and everyone in the Gu family loved to eat. They even praised Mrs. Wang's improvement in cooking skills and praised her for her good teaching. I was almost embarrassed to praise her.
After pouring the water from the spiritual spring, she went into the kitchen and filled the bowl of water to each person. Then she went back to lie down and rest with confidence, waiting for Mrs. Wang to call her for dinner.
When Mrs. Wang's gentle call came, Yang Jinfan had already fallen asleep without realizing it. There were "gurgling" sounds from his stomach. He smelled the aroma of food wafting from outside, making Yang Jinfan even hungrier.
At the dinner table, the three little ones were devouring their food as if they were fighting a battle, which seemed very distressing to the adults. Since practicing martial arts, the children's faces were not only tired but also tired, and their appetites had increased greatly. You can imagine how hard it is.
Lan Ze also said nothing and lowered his head to eat. He didn't have the image of a noble man at all, and his appetite was even greater than that of Yang Laosan who had been working in the fields all day.
Jiang Xueyan put meat into the children's bowls, and also put a piece into Lan Ze's bowl, and said softly: "Eat more."
Lan Ze paused and said inarticulately: "Thank you, cousin!"
The four children also followed Lan Ze and shouted one after another: "Thank you, aunt."
No one noticed that Gu Dingyu's face was almost as black as the bottom of the pot. Yanyan even served Lanze with food, but not him!
Yang Jinfan raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of Gu Dingyu's expression. He raised his hand to rub his little nose and pinched the tip of his nose.
"Why is there such a strong smell of vinegar? It seems like someone's vinegar jar has been overturned. Oops, it seems to be Master's!"
Everyone subconsciously looked towards Gu Dingyu. Gu Dingyu was caught off guard and had no time to retract his expression. Everyone saw it.
Oh, I’m really jealous!
Gu Dingyu gave Yang Jinfan a resentful look and placed a piece of meat heavily into her bowl.
"I can't even stop your mouth with food, so hurry up and eat."
Jiang Xueyan chuckled, how old she is, but still so childish!
She picked up a piece of meat and put it into Gu Dingyu's bowl: "Eat it, no favoritism."
Staring at the extra piece of meat in the bowl, Gu Dingyu's expression finally softened a lot, as if he could see a rainbow through the clouds.
Everyone here laughed and said nothing, you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally burst into laughter in unison.
After dinner, Yang Jinfan was carried home by Yang Laosan. She wanted to refuse, but Yang Laosan insisted on it. He said that she had worked hard for a day of martial arts and should have a good rest. He also said that he would not carry her on his back much now.
In two years, his daughter will grow up, and he may not be able to carry her anymore.
Yang Jinfan was deeply moved. In this era, even if a father from a wealthy family doted on his daughter, he would not carry it on his own when she was seven years old. However, Yang Laosan doted on her and did not care about the opinions of the outside world.
After returning home, Wang brought a basin of hot water into Yang Jinfan's room.
Yang Jinfan sat beside the bed. Wang put down the hot water and went to take off Yang Jinfan's shoes. Yang Jinfan quickly stopped her.
"Mom, I'll do it myself."
Wang shook her head, insisted on taking off her shoes and socks, and slowly put her white and tender feet into the hot water basin.
"Is the water at the right temperature?"
Yang Jinfan nodded and replied obediently: "Appropriate."
Wang massaged Yang Jinfan's feet distressedly and asked softly: "Afan, is it hard to practice martial arts?"
While she was busy in the kitchen, she also paid attention to the children in the yard who were exposed to the sun. Sweat was pouring out in handfuls, and the pain was palpable.
Yang Jinfan shook his head and smiled sweetly at Mr. Wang: "Don't worry, Mom, it's okay. I'm just practicing martial arts. How can my father be busy working hard in the fields all day?"
In fact, if I think about it carefully, it was just that the time standing on the wooden pile was difficult and the sun was unbearable, but she was nourished by the spiritual spring water, the divine water that nourishes all things, so she would be fine if anything happened to anyone.
Mrs. Wang sighed and pointed to her little feet and said: "My feet are swollen and you still say they are fine. Mom knows that Afan is sensible, but don't do everything by yourself. No matter how capable you are, you are still a child. Dad and Mom are there for everything."
Besides, your father has rough skin and thick flesh, and he is used to it no matter how strong the sun is. But my daughter is different. How can her thin skin and tender flesh withstand such a torment?"
Yang Laosan, who had just arrived outside, heard Wang's words and pushed the door open.
"Children, you should endure some hardships. Our daughter is not afraid of hardships. Why should we worry about it? Practicing martial arts must be hard, but since you have chosen this path, you must keep going. It's okay to show off.
It doesn’t matter, you’re a kid, the skin changes quickly and you’ll be able to recover in a few days, so don’t worry too much.”
"Yes, Mom, it's not hard for me. You see, Brother Jun is still sick. He can do it, so of course I can do it too!"
Her daughter had already said this, and Wang couldn't say anything else. She just felt sorry for her daughter's feet that were swollen when she stood, so she wiped the water off her feet, massaged her again, covered her with a quilt, and then left the door.
She can't help the children, so she can cook more delicious food to reward the children. Recently, her cooking skills have improved greatly, and she is very confident in herself.
With practice day after day, the time Yang Jinfan needs to recover is getting shorter and shorter. After half a month, after practicing martial arts, he no longer feels tired and paralyzed at the beginning.
The conditions of Qian Qinyi and Huai Gujun are also improving, but they are not recovering as quickly as Yang Jinfan.
Lan Ze was shocked by the state of the three children. He didn't expect that he really came at the right time. Although his cousin was here, his life was not as carefree as before, but he still had three martial arts prodigies as his apprentices.
Very gratified.
In a blink of an eye, it was the beginning of autumn. Gu Dingyu, Jiang Xueyan and Lan Ze rarely agreed. They gave the children a day off and took them to play in the town. Yang Jinfan took advantage of this opportunity to embroider the handkerchief Lin.
Take it with you and prepare to find an opportunity to give it to Xu Yuxiang.
The town was still the same as before, neither too lively nor too deserted. The children had been bored for a long time and finally relaxed, running around like crazy.
Lan Ze instantly transformed into an old woman, chasing one person at a time, telling another one at a time, and was so busy that he was dizzy.