Nongmen Space: After saving the villain, I was trapped

Chapter 22 Sweet Sugar, Sweet Heart (please collect, ask for tickets)

Just as Yu Qingning was obsessed with her future plans to make money, Shu Jinbai suddenly handed over a jade pendant.

The jade pendant was just a simple piece of white jade pendant. The quality of the jade was very good, but it didn't have any patterns, and there was nothing particularly attractive about it.

To say that the only special thing is that this is only half of a jade pendant, and the uneven cut shows that it still has the other half.

Shu Jinbai's hand held the jade pendant, against the psychic clarity and lustrous jade pendant, it seemed that Shu Jinbai's hand, like a work of art, was whiter and cleaner.

Yu Qingning's attention was attracted by Shu Jinbai's action.

She took the jade pendant, and then she had doubts on her bright and flowery smile: "What is this?"

Shu Jinbai: "Aren't you going to Tianxiang Tower? This is a token, and the shopkeeper of Tianxiang Tower will recognize it."

Yu Qingning: "It's been so many years, how can you be sure that the people in Tianxianglou are still loyal to Duke Dingguo?"

People's hearts will change, not to mention that the shopkeeper of Tianxianglou has stayed in Qinghe Town for more than ten years, how can he judge whether his heart is still the same as before?
Shu Jinbai pursed her lips tightly, but the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "I believe him. Father once said that he would take some time to go to Zhongzhou City to report on his work every year for more than ten years, and he never missed a year."

Yu Qingning stopped talking.

She believed it.

The two talked secretly in this room for nearly half an hour.

The two little dolls outside, Yu Qingan and Yu Qingrui, were still in the yard, and Yu Qingrui was still happily chasing the ducklings and chickens.

To her, the furry, fuzzy animals are cute and fun.

And Yu Qing'an paid more attention to her sister's situation.

His soft and cute face was full of seriousness, his mouth was tightly pursed, and he looked towards the room where Shu Jinbai lived from time to time.

The way he looked at the room was almost like looking at an enemy.

After a while, Yu Qingning came out of the room.

Yu Qing'an could tell that her sister was smiling and very happy.

So he got more confused.

Yu Qingning came out only because she forgot one thing.

She forgot to bring the boiled medicine to Shu Jinbai.

She walked into the kitchen, because there was a small fire that kept warming, so the boiled medicine was still steaming.

She poured out the medicine.

The dark medicine exudes a strong medicinal smell and bitter taste.

As soon as Yu Qingning smelled this smell, she frowned fiercely.

too bitter.

Although good medicine is bitter, she would rather be sick.

Handing the medicine to Shu Jinbai, he didn't seem to smell the smell.

Then, like last time, he drank it in one gulp without blinking.

Yu Qingning took the medicine bowl, and then grabbed Shu Jinbai's wrist under Shu Jinbai's surprised gaze.

Yu Qingning put her fingers on his wrist. Unlike his coldness, Shu Jinbai could only feel the woman's warm hand, which was warm and soft.

Yu Qingning's fingers were long and slender, round and delicate, with a touch of pink, they looked very pretty.

After taking his pulse, Yu Qingning breathed a sigh of relief.

The pulse condition has improved. It seems that it only took two or three days, but the effect of the medicine is very good.

Of course, this was due to the two emergency life-saving medicines she gave him at the beginning, which not only saved his life, but also promoted his body's self-healing due to the effect of the medicine.

Putting down his wrist, Yu Qingning's tone was very relaxed: "He is recovering well, and he will recover in about ten days."

Yu Qingning's words were not to persuade him. To her surprise, Shu Jinbai's self-recovery ability was a little too strong.

When Yu Qingning took his pulse, she seemed to sense that there was a special force in his body that was repairing his body for him.

That feeling is a bit like the internal force described in the novel.

Yu Qingning would not disbelieve this kind of thing.

It turns out that she can derive supernatural powers. The people here have practiced martial arts since childhood, and they may have practiced some inner strength and mental methods. She also believes that they have a solid inner strength.

After thinking about it, Yu Qingning decided to remind him.

"However, you can't use the internal force in your body at will." Yu Qingning warned him cautiously.

Shu Jinbai didn't react much to her words, as if she wasn't surprised that she could see this.

Maybe the little girl gave him too many surprises, so no matter what she did, he would not be surprised anymore.

Shu Jinbai nodded obediently and said hello.

Yu Qingning smiled in satisfaction, obviously she still looked immature, but acted like an old man.

Although in fact she is indeed an old adult.

Yu Qingning picked up the medicine bowl and was about to leave, but turned back and put some things in Shu Jinbai's hand.

Shu Jinbai looked intently, it was a candy bar.

There were quite a few pieces, stuffed into his palm.

Yu Qingning smiled brightly like a peach blossom in March, "Eat something sweet, and your heart will be sweet too."

Then walked out briskly.

Shu Jinbai was stunned for a few moments, and then realized why.

The solid ice standing up in my heart seemed to be melted by a warm current, and slowly, it turned into a pool of soft water.

Picked up a piece of candy and tasted it, it was very sweet.

Sugar is sweet, and so is the heart.

When it was getting dark, Yu Wenzhou and Song Tiannuan came back from the fields.

Knowing his father's previous identity, looking at him now, Yu Qingning felt that something was wrong.

Yu Wenzhou was carrying a hoe in his hand and was wearing rough clothes, as if he was very used to this attire.

Yu Qingning couldn't imagine that the 16-year-old Sanyuan Ji won the No. 16 Scholar, and at the age of [-] he became the Dali Temple Minister, known as the jade-faced god judge, and now he would be here to carry a hoe.

But soon, Yu Qingning thought.

The youngest champion in the past never disappeared, he just hid.

Soon, he will appear again.

Yu Qingning was looking forward to it.

A good night's dream.

The next day, Yu Qingning got up from the bed early.

Although she really wanted to sleep late, when she thought of the delicious food she made and the upcoming money-making plan, she had unlimited motivation to get up early.

Yu Wenzhou and Song Tiannuan were already in the yard.

The night before, Yu Qingning had already agreed with them that she would make breakfast, so the two of them were not in a hurry to make breakfast.

After washing up, when Yu Qingning was about to make breakfast, Song Tiannuan stood by Yu Qingning's side under the name of helping out but studying, ready to do it at any time.

For breakfast, Yu Qingning first cooked a pot of sweet potato porridge with sweet potatoes.

After buying rice, Yu Qingning was not stingy at all with rice, so she boiled a pot of very thick porridge.

Then Yu Qingning planned to make fried dough sticks.

As a must for breakfast, how can there be no fritters.

Yu Qingning scooped two spoonfuls of flour, cracked in two eggs, added a little bit of sugar, and then added warm water. She kneaded the dough into a fluffy dough, added a little cooking oil, and kneaded it into a smooth dough. The dough was covered with a cloth and left to rest to let it rise into a honeycomb shape.

Then Yu Qingning kneaded the dough into strips and cut them into thin strips with a knife.

Stack the two long strips up and down, and press with chopsticks to compact the middle, cover the cloth again, and let it proof once.

Yu Qingning just pumped oil yesterday, so she poured a big bowl into the wok very undistressed.

Song Tiannuan sat beside her without making a sound, only studying what Yu Qingning made seriously.

Ning Ning only used two meals to arouse the glutton in her heart, so she was very confident in the food Ning Ning made.

When the oil temperature was [-]% hot, Yu Qingning put the proofed fried dough sticks into the pot.

As the temperature gradually rises, the aroma produced when the hot oil collides with the noodles slowly spreads in the air.

The noodle fragrance wafted in the kitchen, arousing the gluttons in their stomachs who hadn't had breakfast yet.

(End of this chapter)