"You're welcome. We are all neighbors and we should help each other. If anything happens, remember to tell us." A kind aunt said.
Xiahou Huan'er nodded, once again feeling that he must have traveled through time. How could such a village exist in the twenty-sixth century?
After everyone left, looking at the food on the table and moving his eyes to the stove, Xiahou Huan'er's face suddenly dropped into countless black lines.
The stoves here are so backward that they require firewood.
Her cooking skills were not good to begin with, but this and this... were too overwhelming.
She picked up the knife, put the cleanly washed chicken on the chopping board, and then compared left and right, how to cut with this knife? Tears ran~
As if responding to her telepathy, an old lady came in carrying a vegetable basket.
"Huan'er, I made steamed buns this morning, come and eat them." The aunt took out the fragrant steamed buns from the basket.
"Steamed buns?" How long has it been since she had eaten steamed buns? She really wanted to eat them. The smell of the meat buns made her mouth water, but...
She looked at the chicken on the cutting board with a guilty look on her face and said, "Auntie, how do you chop this chicken? I want to get some chicken to make porridge."
The aunt immediately said enthusiastically: "Let me chop it for you, and you can eat the buns."
"Auntie, you are so kind." It was really touching. Not only did he give her buns to eat, but he also helped her chop the chicken. Xiahou Huan'er took a bite of the bun and was stunned for a moment.
This bun is so delicious, I miss it so much. It is this taste that is her favorite meat bun in the 21st century.
Xiahou Huan'er quickly finished half of the buns and couldn't stop at all, feeling very moved in her heart.
By the time she was full, the aunt had already chopped the chicken.
She started to light a fire and cook porridge. Fortunately, her aunt was there to help, otherwise she would be in a hurry and wouldn't be able to cook the porridge well.
When she returned to the room holding the hot and fragrant chicken porridge with a sense of accomplishment, Youli had already woken up.
"Can you sit up?" Xiahou Huan'er was a little worried as this was the first time she took care of such a fragile person.
"Yeah, I can do that." Youli smiled weakly at her and sat up with her help.
"Be careful not to touch the wound on his back." Xiahou Huan'er supported him, put a pillow behind his back, held up the porridge and said, "I'll feed you."
Youli blinked his clear and shining black eyes, looked at her face, and suddenly chuckled.
"What's wrong?" Xiahou Huan'er asked in shock.
"Your face... don't move..." Youli stretched out his hand, held her face, and then gently wiped it with his sleeve, "There is soot on your face." His movements were very gentle, as if he was wiping them.
He looked like a fragile porcelain doll, his eyes were very focused, looking straight at her, his eyes were so gentle that they could drip water.
Xiahou Huan'er suddenly had a tremor, her body quickly retreated, and she smiled a little awkwardly and said: "Using firewood will definitely get dust on it. I will wash my face later and it will be fine. You can eat by yourself. I will go out first."
Wash your face." After she finished speaking, she put the porridge beside the bed, then quickly turned and left.
Looking at her fleeing back, Youli's unfathomably deep black eyes gradually became scorching.
He stretched out his hand to pick up the porridge and took a deep sniff. This was the porridge she cooked for him with her own hands. The aroma of the porridge was the most fragrant he had ever smelled in his life, and it made him move his index fingers.
