Healing Binchotan starts from touching the head

Chapter 3 Today's meal is also very delicious
Binchotan took off the boy's backpack from his body and put it aside.

Then he carefully placed the boy on the straw mat where he slept.

call out--

Only here did Little Binchotan slowly let out a breath, and gently wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

Walking out of the cabin, I put away the thin bedding that was drying in front of the door.

Little Beichangtan couldn't help holding up the warm quilt with both hands and rubbing it on his little face.

"Soft and fluffy."

Little Binchotan likes the quilt with the smell of sunshine.

But she immediately ran to the boy's side with the quilt in her arms.

Avoiding the holes in the quilt, Binchotan carefully covered the boy with the quilt.

Next, Little Binchotan took out the fern that he had just collected on the other side of the river from the small basket, and put it in a small wooden basin.

Then she stood on the small bench, scooped up a few spoonfuls of water in the water tank and poured it into the small wooden basin.

Start cleaning the bracken.

Little Binchotan raised his hands, took off the charcoal on his head, and put it in the wooden basin.

The reason for this is that binchotan can purify water and remove impurities.

During this period of time, Beichotan walked up to the side of the strange boy and looked at his face curiously.

"What a delicate brother."

Xiao Bei Changtan couldn't help but stretched out his index finger of his little hand, wanting to touch the boy's face.

However, she immediately realized that it was impolite for her to do so, and quickly retracted her arms.

Although Binchotan has been living alone in the mountains since her mother-in-law left, she is not lonely.

Life in the mountains is inconvenient, but you can be surrounded by abundant nature.

In this nature, Binchotan lives hard day by day.

But occasionally I still think of my mother-in-law.

After a busy morning, Little Binchotan felt a sense of drowsiness.

She slowly lay on the boy's body, and fell asleep like this...

After an unknown amount of time, Binchotan suddenly woke up.

She remembered that she hadn't cooked yet.

Besides, there is still a "guest" in my own home.

Little Binchotan was just about to start a fire on the pot stand prepared in advance, but then she turned her head to look at the boy lying on the straw mat, and she took out more than half of the rice in the pot.

In order to feed the unconscious boy, Binchotan no longer cooks.

Instead, prepare rice porridge.

After the fire was lit, Binchotan took out the charcoal that was previously placed in the wooden basin, and put it in the pot again.

Wisps of cooking smoke wafted from the windows of the cabin as the rice cooked in the pot.

And Xiao Beichotan knelt down and waited obediently by the iron pot, waiting patiently for the rice porridge to mature.

Time is slowly passing by, and the sweet smell of cooked rice gradually floats in the pot.

After Xiaobinchotan smelled this smell, the expression on his face was full of anticipation.

Lifting the heavy pot lid with both hands and blocking it in front of him, Binchotan carefully prevented the hot steam from rushing towards him.

He took out the charcoal with chopsticks and put it aside to dry, and the little Binchotan filled a bowl of rice porridge and tiptoedly brought it to the boy.

Little Beichotan is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

Even under such circumstances, the food was still served to the boy who was the "guest".

Little Binchotan gently scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge with a small wooden spoon.

After putting it next to his little mouth and blowing it intimately, he tried not to let the rice porridge spill out, and carefully delivered it to the boy's mouth.

I don't know how many times I repeated the above actions until Xiao Binchotan held the rice porridge in the small bowl in his hand before bottoming out.

After such a long time of feeding, although the rice porridge in the bowl has already become cold.

But this time, Little Binchotan still completed the task perfectly.

That is to feed all the rice porridge in the bowl into the boy's mouth without spilling a drop.

After letting out a sigh of relief with a sense of accomplishment, Binchotan was also ready to start eating.

The flame at the bottom of the pot was still swaying slightly, and the rice porridge in the pot was still steaming.

The charcoal hanging aside has also cooled down, but a trace of smoke can still be seen coming out.

Little Binchotan tied this piece of charcoal above his head again, regardless of the residual temperature remaining on it.

Take out the remaining rice porridge, leaving a little rice juice.

Throw in the pre-washed bracken and blanch it, then take it out with chopsticks and put it on a small plate.

Little Binchotan knelt on a small mat made of straw mats, and placed rice porridge and bracken in front of him.

After everything was ready, she put a pair of small hands together and put them in front of her.

"I'm gonna start now."

Closing his eyes, Binchotan prayed softly.

After praying, she picked up the rice porridge and a pair of chopsticks at the same time.

Gently stirring the rice porridge with chopsticks, and sending it into his own mouth, Binchotan enjoys and reminisces about the sweetness.

"Today's meal is also very delicious."

Little Binchotan showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Looks like today is another very happy day.

Even though Xiao Binchotan has always lived alone, he is still full of ritual.

I don't know if it's because of the "guest" in my home, Xiao Binchotan's heart is more excited than usual.

After eating, Little Binchotan didn't forget to put together all the bowls and chopsticks that were fed to the boy earlier.

After scooping up a few spoonfuls of water in the wooden basin with a small water ladle, Binchotan put all the bowls and chopsticks in it.

After rolling up her loose sleeves, she buried herself in the dishes.

On the wall behind Little Binchotan, two people, one big and one small, are depicted holding hands.

This immature style of painting is exactly the work of Binchotan when he was a child, and it depicts himself and his mother-in-law.

Although her mother-in-law has left, every time Xiao Beichotan sees the brushstrokes on the wall, he can recall the little things he had with her mother-in-law.

It was as if her mother-in-law was always by her side.

As the sun went down, the sky gradually darkened, but Beichotan stayed quietly by the boy's side all the time.

"Still not awake yet."

Little Beichotan said to himself, and at the same time, he did not forget to help the boy wipe off the sweat from his face.

Soon, it was time for dinner again.

Little Binchotan walked to the rice bag.

The rice bag was completely deflated from the outside.

Little Beichotan opened the rice bag and slipped her petite body into it, but she could only take out a handful of rice from it, not even enough for her small palm.

These rice grains, together with the rice I took out of the pot at noon, were just enough to make another rice porridge.

It's just that, after tonight, I should go to work in the small town of Mistaniel not far from Bruce Woods tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)