I'm bound to the divine medicine system

Chapter 7
So, he tore off a hem of his clothes, put it on his hand, grabbed Mu Qingyi's arm and lifted it, and the two of them entered the courtyard quietly.

I'll go, master!

Mu Qingyi looked at the young man in the black robe in surprise, and thought to herself, is this the lightness kung fu shown on TV?

Mu's kitchen is built on the left side of the main house, which is a separate adobe room.

The kitchen door was locked, and the key was in the hands of Mrs. Mu.

Mu Qingyi was thinking about how to enter the house and steal the key, the young man in the black robe grabbed the small iron lock and gently pulled it.

The lock opened.

Did she pick up a cheat?
"You stay on guard outside, I'll come out soon." After Mu Qingyi finished speaking, she went into the kitchen, regardless of 21, [-], and put all the rice, grain, oil, salt and so on into the utility room of the consultation room.

Even pots and pans and the like will not be spared until the kitchen is ransacked.

Don't let us have a good time, and you don't want to have a good time either.

After looting the kitchen, she went around to the vegetable field at the back, picked a lot of every vegetable in the vegetable field and threw it into the utility room of the consultation room, and trampled the rest, leaving none for the family.

To be kind to evil spirits is to be cruel to yourself.

When I was about to leave, I saw a chicken coop in the yard with three old hens nesting in it.There are two white eggs lying under the hen's buttocks.

hey-hey!The supper for a while has settled down.

When Mu Qingyi left, the whole family of Mu's family was soundly asleep, how could they have imagined what would be waiting for them when they got up early tomorrow.

Back in the earthen house, Mu Qingyi still didn't clean up the house, and went directly to the kitchen at the back.

It is said to be a kitchen, but in fact it is just an ordinary thatched hut with holes all around, an earthen stove, a handful of dry firewood, a few broken bowls with gaps on the ground, and not even a wooden board for storage.

Poor, too poor.

Mu Qingyi sighed, taking advantage of the man standing outside not paying attention, she quietly took out the lighter and lit it, the flint was too laborious to use, she would not get used to it for a while.

She was brought up by her grandfather and father. Both her grandmother and mother died of illness when they were young, and the aunt who helped cook the meals at home.Since she was ten years old, she has been learning to cook from her aunt who is a chef, and her skills are not bad.

I chose a fairly complete large bowl from the ground, took some flour from the old Mu's house, beat in eggs to make a batter, added some salt and chopped green onion, and baked egg cakes with chopped green onion.

The young man in xuanpao, who was standing outside in a daze, walked in after smelling the smell, and stared straight at the cakes on the plate.The saliva was swallowed hard, and he almost choked to death on the saliva.

Mu Qingyi glanced at his hand that was stretched out little by little, and said calmly: "Wash your hands before eating."

The young man withdrew his hand quickly, responded quickly, turned around and left the kitchen, washed his hands in the wooden bucket next to the water tank in the yard, and came back quickly.

Mu Qingyi had already baked the cakes, and was about to put the washed rice into the pot to make porridge. Seeing the young man come in, she pointed to the plates on the stove and said, "Six cakes, two for each person, don't eat too much."

The young man nodded, looked left and right, but didn't see the chopsticks, so he simply reached out to get them.

The hot pancakes are full of aroma, tender and delicious in the mouth, almost biting the tongue so delicious.

He didn't know if he had eaten this kind of food before. Anyway, eating it now felt like the most delicious food in the world.

Mu Qingyi poured the rice into the pot, put in an appropriate amount of water, and added a handful of firewood to the stove, then turned to look at the young man, and saw that he was looking at her eagerly.

"Finish? So soon?" She glanced at the plate, and there were still four neat cakes left in it.

The young man didn't say a word, he only silently raised the finger that had just grabbed the pancake and licked it.

Mu Qingyi was almost choked to death by a breath of air. If she hadn't known that this guy had lost his memory, she would have thought that he was trying to seduce her.

(End of this chapter)