Nongmen Space: After saving the villain, I was trapped

Chapter 17 Lang Yan is the only one in the world

The last two dishes of sweet and sour pork ribs and braised pork were snapped up like the stewed pheasant with mushrooms the day before.

There was no juice left.

Yu Qingning once again saw the strength of foodie from their family.

Sure enough, foodies are all potential stocks.

However, seeing the popularity of her cooking, Yu Qingning felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart.

After tidying up the bowls and chopsticks, Yu Qingning put the bowls and chopsticks back where they were placed.

Yu Wenzhou and Song Tiannuan went to the fields again, and it was the busy season of farming recently.

Although the land owned by their family is relatively small compared to other people in the village, they are not free when they are busy.

Especially my father and mother's strength is not so strong.

And Yu Qing'an and Yu Qingrui were feeding the ducklings and chickens with vegetable leaves in the yard.

Yu Qingning took out some rice, washed it and put it in the pot.

By the way, I threw some red dates bought in the grocery store into it, and put some medicinal herbs for nourishing qi and blood, and prepared to cook some red date porridge.

Yu Qingning cooked this pot of porridge for Jing He.

When I rescued him a day ago, his whole body was covered in blood, obviously because the wounds were too many and too deep, which caused excessive blood loss.

That blood looks scarier than those people with big aunts.

At the same time, Yu Qingning boiled the medicine caught in the herbal medicine hall in another pot.

Cooking porridge and medicine at the same time, the two parties did not delay each other.

Yu Qingning was adding firewood to the stove while thinking about the current situation.

Still thinking about ways to make money.

If she wanted to return to her old profession of medicine, she didn't really want to be a sitting doctor in a medical clinic.

However, Yu Qingning lightly held the firewood in her hand. There were not many medical centers in this town, only Shande Hall and Dameiren's Herbal Hall.

She won't go to Shandetang, the place that father hates, I'm afraid it's not a good place.

As far as this herbal hall is concerned, judging by the posture of the great beauties and the others, it does not seem that they really want to run this medical clinic, but it seems that they regard it as a place where they can live temporarily.

Besides, Yu Qingning's eyes dimmed when thinking of Yan Chi's seemingly expensive clothes made of expensive fabrics.

I'm afraid the beauty is not short of money.

However, the medical center can't be opened for the time being, but she can make money by treating people.

Yu Qingning has a lot of ideas in her mind, but they all need to be done step by step, and cannot be rushed.

After half an hour, Yu Qingning poured the porridge into a bowl.

The rich rice aroma mixed with the faint aroma of jujube and medicine rushed into Yu Qingning's nose.

Yu Qingning walked out of the kitchen with a bowl in her hand, and took a few pieces of candy before leaving.

Afraid that the things to be discussed with Jinghe later would be too bitter, so I prepared a few candies first.

After estimating the time, the effect of the sleep aid medicine had probably worn off, and Yu Qingning guessed that Jing He should wake up.

Carrying the porridge in his hand into the room, just as Yu Qingning thought, Jing He had already woken up.

It's just because the injuries on his body are still serious, so he can't get up.

At this moment, he was lying quietly on the bed. I don't know if it was because he had just woken up or for some other reason. Those beautiful peach blossom eyes were not energetic, and even his whole body was covered with a layer of loneliness, and Yu Qingning could feel it. The boundless darkness and despair.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, Jing He regained his composure, and pulled himself away from the painful memories of that month.

He tried his best to get up and half-sat on the side of the bed, and then fixedly looked at Yu Qingning who walked in.

When I was rescued by her the day before, I just felt that this little girl was really brave. She didn't know if she was a bad person, but she dared to take a stranger home and even boiled medicine for his wounds.

At that time she said that she had a fate with him, and he thought maybe.

However, what he didn't expect was that he really had a lot of fate with her.

From their father, this fate began.

Suddenly, he smiled faintly, that smile was very faint, short-lived and fleeting.

Yu Qingning only saw the slightly raised corners of his mouth disappearing, and couldn't help wondering if she was mistaken.

Of course, even if he doesn't smile, his handsome face will fascinate people.

Yu Qingning thought of the beautiful woman she saw today, and then looked at the enchanting man in front of her now, thinking about how much she has been blessed with recently.

Seeing Jinghe had already got up and half sat on the bed, Yu Qingning handed him the steaming porridge with a sweet and slightly medicinal smell.

"This is...?" Jing He took the porridge and asked in bewilderment.

Yu Qingning: "The porridge I made for you replenishes qi and blood. You have lost too much blood. There are some herbs that replenish qi and blood in it, which is good for your body."

Yu Qingning once studied the medicated diet mentioned in the traditional Chinese medicine book, and she likes the concept of "combining medicine with food". She uses medicine as food and at the same time uses food as medicine to give medicinal effects.

Medicine borrows the power of food, and food aids the power of medicine, and the two complement each other and bring out the best in each other.

She agrees with all these views.

Who would like to drink those dark-looking medicines when they can eat delicious food?

Even if she is a doctor, she hates taking medicine the most, it is too bitter.

Jing He: "Did you cook it yourself?"

Yu Qingning looked a little strange, and nodded: "Yes, what's the problem?"

Jing He shook his head with a soothing expression: "It's nothing."

However, when he heard her words, only he knew the turmoil in his heart.

Yu Qingning: "Hurry up and drink. I have something to tell you."

I have business to do, so I can't be fooled by this face.

Yu Qingning was afraid that it would be inconvenient for him, so she specially put a spoon for him.

Jing He held the bowl and drank sips. The spoon collided with the eaves of the bowl without making a sound. This small gesture reflected good upbringing invisibly.

While he was eating porridge, Yu Qingning had been watching him carefully.

Although the person in front of him was desolate, wearing coarse linen clothes, and his black hair, which was as smooth as satin, was not tied up and drooped casually on his shoulders, but it still couldn't conceal his noble temperament.

Even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Yu Qingning could still imagine what kind of demeanor he used to be.

Beautiful in appearance, noble in birth, well-loved, talented, capable of both civil and military skills, all beautiful words can probably be applied to him.

Accumulated stones are like jade, pine trees are like emerald green, and Lang Yan is unique, unique in the world.

There is no other in the world, Yu Qingning whispered these four words carefully, thinking that this word is really good.

Such a good boy should be absolutely unique and irreplaceable.

Yu Qingning believes that he must be the most dazzling young man in Zhongzhou City, and when he walks slowly through the streets, he will definitely attract the admiration of countless women.

It can be said that when he was young and thin in spring clothes, he rode a horse leaning on the inclined bridge, and the building was full of red sleeves.

This sentence is probably what he said.

But looking at the present, the people in front of you are no longer the people in the past.

The man is still dignified and refined, with a proud character, but his good-looking features are cold and indifferent, and his eyes no longer have the scorching light that belongs to a teenager.

It seemed that the light called vitality and hope dissipated along with the blood and pain, making it hard to see.

When Yu Qingning came back to her senses, she had already thought so much without knowing it.

For some reason, Yu Qingning's heart suddenly felt sad, densely packed, like thin vines, entangled in her heart one by one.

(End of this chapter)