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Chapter 875

Chapter 875

As the class bell rang, Li Xiuqi whispered "thank you" and returned to his seat with the draft paper of Fu Huaian's calculation problem.

An'an put down her pen and looked into the distance through the window. She didn't know how Mommy's inspection went? When can she come back to accompany him?

...

At this time, in the mountains to the north.

The villager was looking through the door and asked in his naturally rough voice: "Mr. Li, are you awake? Breakfast is already ready!"

"Got it." When Li Jingchen walked out, he happened to see his and Lu Wanwan's clothes fluttering in the wind on the clothesline in the yard.

He raised the corners of his lips and asked the village woman beside him: "Sister-in-law, who washed my clothes?"

The village woman first glanced at Lu Wanwan, and then said awkwardly: "...Miss Lu took it out from your house and asked me to help wash it."

For some reason, Miss Lu refused to tell Mr. Li that she actually washed these clothes herself.

Li Jingchen saw through the poor acting skills of the village woman at a glance, but still cooperated: "It's very clean, thank you very much."

The village woman nodded guiltily and then asked, "By the way, is the injury on Mr. Li's back getting better?"

Li Jingchen said with a smile: "Much better, your medicinal oil is very effective."

After a meal, he said very gently: "Thanks also to Miss Lu's professional massage techniques."

Lu Wanwan, who was setting the dishes and chopsticks, raised his head and looked at him after hearing this. The vulnerability and caring from last night were no longer there, only coldness remained: "Mr. Li, you're welcome."

At this time, the villagers greeted: "Mr. Li, come here for breakfast. I bought an old hen specially for you. I shaved the chicken and used it to make porridge, and the remaining internal organs and chicken skeleton were used to stew soup to replenish your vitality."

"

Li Jingchen walked over and sat down, and took a bite of the chicken porridge in front of him. The spicy ginger flavor instantly dissipated the coldness in his body.

He couldn't help but look at Lu Wanwan opposite. Neither the villagers nor his wife knew that he had a cold or fever, so this must have been prepared for him by Wanwan.

"The taste of this porridge is very familiar, as if I have tasted it somewhere before."

Lu Wanwan's expression changed slightly, and she immediately realized that Li Jingchen was probably trying to trick her. It had been so many years, how could he still remember the taste of her food?

Li Jingchen then looked at her and asked with a smile: "Miss Lu, what do you think?"

Lu Wanwan said calmly: "To me, it is no different from other chicken porridge."

Seeing her indifferent expression, Li Jingchen suddenly put his fist to his lips and pretended to cough.

Lu Wanwan immediately raised her eyes and looked at him, a look of worry flashed across her face.

The villager couple hurriedly asked: "Mr. Li, what's wrong with you?"

"Maybe I got caught in the rain yesterday and caught a little cold." After a meal, Li Jingchen continued: "However, last night I dreamed of a little witch who took care of me all night."

Lu Wanwan's hands trembled and he almost shook the porridge out of the bowl.

Feeling that Li Jingchen's aura was very gentle at this time, the village woman couldn't help but ask: "Little witch?"

"Yes, she just talked to me, and my head stopped hurting and my body stopped burning." It was a pity that he had no impression of what Wan Wan said.

"Mr. Li is telling fairy tales here?" Lu Wanwan said, half-mockingly, "Also, why is it not a little fairy, but a little witch?"


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