It’s a Bit Early To Cross

In the evening, Xiaolihua No. 22 courtyard.

Chu Heng was busy in the kitchen.

He moved the coal ball stove out again, and it was at the door of the kitchen. The charcoal fire in the hearth flickered and burned the red casserole sitting on it.

With the passage of time, the air gradually filled with a faint scent of oil.

It is filled with soybean stewed pig's trotters, which is red and bright in color, rich in taste, and fat but not greasy.

On the large stove, there is also a stew of crucian carp tofu soup. The milky white soup is fresh and fragrant. When it is out of the pot, it is decorated with a few bright red wolfberries.

"Well, it's almost there!"

Chu Heng glanced at the fish soup in the pot, and seeing that it was thick enough, he brought an enamel pot and scooped the soup and ingredients into the pot. .

Then, he poured some water into the pot, added the fire and continued to burn, then put the pot fork, sat the enamel pot on it, and covered the pot to keep warm.

After it was done, Chu Heng wiped his body and came to the coal stove. He glanced at the stewed pig's trotters in the casserole. Seeing that the soup was almost finished, he removed some charcoal, leaving only three or two pieces. Keep a certain temperature in the stove so that the casserole does not cool down or dry out the pig trotters stewed in the casserole.

"good!"

Chu Heng nodded in satisfaction, put the lid on the casserole, and wiped himself back to the main room.

Walking to the huge Arhat bed, he cherished and reached out to touch the glyph on it, then kicked off the Melaleuca shoes on his feet, and lay on it lazily.

He had a cotton cushion stuffed on his head, and a unicorn pattern jade pendant was lightly coiled in his hand.

As a hardworking trailblazer, he was really exhausted, exhausted...

He slept like this until more than seven o'clock, when a soft knock on the door woke him up from his spring dream.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

Chu Heng sat up agitatedly, his bright eyes flashing silver light in the darkness.

"Tsk, it's really not the right time, I just took off my clothes..."

He smacked his lips unwillingly, and hurriedly put on his shoes and went down to open the door.

It was Shen Tian and his wife, who had not seen him for a long time. Zhang Min became thinner again, with sunken eye sockets and more prominent cheekbones, making him a little skinny.

"come on in."

Chu Heng warmly welcomed them in.

"I'm causing you trouble, Hengzi." Zhang Min looked at him gratefully, her voice was a little choked, and her eyes started to turn red.

"I said the two of you are finished?" Chu Heng shook his head helplessly, closed the courtyard door, and led the two of them into the main room to sit down.

Then, he ran to the kitchen and brought the still warm two milk-feeding tools on the Baxian table in the main room.

Looking at the bright crucian carp soup and the fragrant pig's trotters in front of him.

Zhang Min swallowed his saliva in disappointment.

After eating bran and swallowing vegetables for so long, how can she stay calm when she sees the food at this time?

Not to mention her, even Shen Tian couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and his Adam's apple slid up and down several times.

Chu Heng saw all this in his eyes, but he didn't laugh at the couple, instead he felt a little uncomfortable.

He sighed lightly, wiped his body and ran to the kitchen again, taking a pot of dumplings filled with cabbage and meat from the warehouse that he had put in at some point.

This is his dinner with Shen Tian.

"when!"

Chu Heng put a large plate of steamed dumplings on the table, then sat down carelessly, smiled and said to Zhang Min: "Sister-in-law, eat it quickly, the pig's trotter and crucian carp soup are yours, Shen Tian and us. eat dumplings."

Shen Tian, ​​who was drooling while watching the dumplings, hurriedly waved his hand to refuse: "No, no, I've eaten it at home."

It was already very troublesome for his brother, how could he be embarrassed to eat along?

Although his greedy teeth are about to fall out...

"Drink with me after you've eaten." Chu Heng glanced at him, but instead of breaking it, he took a bottle of Erguotou, opened it, and poured him a glass.

"You..." Seeing this, Shen Tian also understood his intentions, he sighed with a wry smile, raised the glass to touch him, and said with a serious face: "I won't say more, Hengzi, you Remember, in the future, if Shen Tian turns around, I will repay you for this kindness."

"You are so boring. I helped you because of our brother's feelings, but I never thought of asking you to repay anything." Chu Heng raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, and said with a displeased face: "In the future Besides, this kind of bullshit, we brothers don't do it."

"If you don't like it, don't talk about it." Shen Tian also drank a full glass of wine, and immediately wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "Seriously, being able to make you a friend is the most correct thing I have done in my life. ."

"Drink, drink, it's useless to say less."

Chu Heng filled him with wine again, and then pushed the glass for a change.

After more than 20 minutes, Zhang Min finished eating half a pot of pig trotters, and also drank a pot full of crucian carp soup, and even the meat on the fishbone at the bottom of the pot was clean.

And her shriveled belly swelled up again.

Zhang Min touched her stomach with emotion, turned her head to look at Chu Heng, who was drinking with her man, and expressed her gratitude beyond words.

Without this person, her newborn child might have died.

This is a real gift of life!

I really don't know how to repay him.

She thought hard.

Another half an hour passed, and Shen Tian, ​​who had been drinking a pound of wine, was finally a little drunk.

During these days, he had always been cautious and cautious, but finally he couldn't hold back the anguish in his heart and vented to Chu Heng ramble.

The content is very wanton, so I won't describe it here...

half an hour.

After drinking and talking, Shen Tiancai took his daughter-in-law out of Courtyard No. 22.

After seeing the couple away, Chu Heng closed the courtyard door mysteriously and ran into the Westinghouse.

Not long after, there was a seemingly non-existent "crunching" sound in the room.

He is grinding medicine.

Chu Heng once got a book from the old man called Xuan Yangzi Picking Flowers Records, which recorded four traditional Chinese medicines, namely Hubian Wine, Huanxisan, Damengxiang, and Baiyulu.

These days, he has been developing Damengxiang, wanting to try this elixir that he has only seen in martial arts, and whether it is so magical.

But this stuff is really hard to do.

There are more than 50 kinds of medicinal materials, and each flavor needs to be carefully prepared, and there can be no difference. At the level of his two knives~www.wuxiaspot.com~, it is a bit embarrassing.

In the past few months, he has made Da Mengxiang three times, but they all ended in failure.

This time, it's his fourth production, if it doesn't work.

He was about to give up this crap, turned his head to study and dispersed with joy.

Anyway, it's just to pass the time, what are you doing?

"crunch, crunch..."

Chu Heng leaned lazily on the chair, holding Xuan Yangzi's flower picking record in his hand and savoring it carefully, and his feet stepped on the medicine roller.

Soon, it was more than nine o'clock.

He hurriedly threw the half-milled medicinal herbs into the warehouse, changed into dark clothes, and brought the wind oil essence he bought specially, and hurried out of the house.

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