Tian's little cook

Chapter 92

Lin Zhimo quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, it is not easy for everyone, everyone will lick ~ lick their wounds alone at night.

"Sister-in-law Yuan, I heard that life is bitter before it is sweet." Lin Zhimo comforted softly, "You have suffered so much, and better days are coming soon."

"Is there any hope?" It sounded like he was talking to himself, full of uncertainty.

"As long as people are alive, there is hope." Lin Zhimo could only use this kind of chicken soup to comfort her.

Only by giving her hope, she will continue to walk.

Lin Jiao, who was sleeping outside, looked at the roof in the dark, with mixed emotions in her heart.

At first Yuan Xiangxue lowered her voice on purpose, he couldn't hear clearly, but later she spoke emotionally, her voice was much louder enough for Lin Jiao to hear clearly.

Although he lost all his memories before he was rescued, he could feel that his previous life was definitely not bad.

In the village, he hadn't seen many things and couldn't do many things.

If Lin Zhimo hadn't taken him in, he might not be living as well as he is now.

He knows that his ability to survive is poor, so in order not to hold back Lin Zhimo, he tries his best to do everything well, which may be chores that he has never experienced or even heard of before.

He has now understood the hardships and difficulties of life, and he admires Lin Zhimo and Yuan's persistence in trying to survive in the harsh environment.

The voice in the back room gradually decreased. Lin Jiao gradually fell asleep thinking about what to do tomorrow.
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Lin Jiao was awakened.

In the dream, he saw the scene of Lin Zhimo pounced on him yesterday, blocking the stick again.

The next moment, the scene changed, and he was also protected by someone, blocking the rain of swords and swords, and then rolled down the hillside by himself and continued to fall.

Lin Jiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, he didn't know whether the scene in the dream was an illusion or it happened in real.

Zhang Langzhong said that his treatment is almost over, and there is no danger of his life, but when he will remember it depends on fate.

Without the memory of the past, it was like walking blindly on the edge of a cliff, not knowing where to go.

Fortunately, he now has Lin Zhimo and started to create his own memories.

He looked outside through the window, it was already much brighter.Lin Jiao lost her sleepiness, got up softly, changed her clothes, and prepared to boil medicine for Lin Zhimo first.

Boiling medicine in the house had a strong smell, so Linjiao moved the stove and medicine pots to the yard.

It was still early at this time, and almost no one in the village got up.

While Linjiao was boiling the medicine, there was the sound of the door opening in the nearby yard.

According to the reputation, it turned out to be Lingo.

He closed the door softly, picked up a bag of things at his feet, turned around and found Lin Jiao looking at him.

A trace of uneasiness flashed across Lin Jiao's face, and he came straight to Lin Jiao with his things in hand.

"Lin Jiao, wake up so early?" Lin Guo smiled awkwardly.

"Yeah." Lin Jiao fanned the fan with a small cattail leaf and lit the stove.

"Well, is Zhimo better?"

"much better."

"Oh." Linguo handed over the things in his hand, "It's good that you are here, I want to send some eggs and flour to Zhimo, so I will give it to you."

Lin Guo sneaked around early in the morning~ Mo got up and picked up the things, and wanted to put them at the door of Lin Zhimo's kitchen as soon as possible, but Lin Jiao woke up earlier than him.

Lin Jiao didn't answer, he felt that Lin Zhimo definitely didn't want it.

(End of this chapter)