Chapter 32: 032
"Maybe it's just you who think it's not a loss, and I'm not worth it for you."

Jun Wulan held Shen Qingcheng's hand tightly.

"As long as you always treat Luo'er, Uncle Liang, and me well, no matter how much money you spend to buy you back, I think it's worth it."

Shen Qingcheng felt sticky on the back of her hand, and lowered her eyes to stare at Jun Wulan's big hand.

Jun Wulan had been shaving just now, and there was still leopard blood on his hands.

"Brother Jun, the leopard blood on your hand is on my hand."

Jun Wulan looked down, only to realize that she had been holding Shen Qingcheng's hand in front of Mo Liang and Jun Yiluo.

"It is my fault."

As if touching a hedgehog, Jun Wulan let go of Shen Qingcheng's hand in a panic.

"I'm going to get a basin of water to wash your hands."

Seeing his father turning around in a panic to carry the washbasin, Jun Yiluo said, "Father, I didn't see you holding Aunt Shen's hand, and didn't you see Grandpa Liang lighting the fire?"

Mo Liang sat in front of the stove to light the fire, looked at the little girl and shook her head solemnly.

"Grandpa Liang didn't see it either."

This old and young singing together made Shen Qingcheng and Jun Wulan too embarrassed to look each other in the eye.

Shen Qingcheng blushed and walked behind Jun Wulan, seeing Jun Wulan scooping water with a wooden ladle, she stretched out her hand and said, "Brother Jun, I'll do it myself."

Jun Wulan turned around abruptly, and Shen Qingcheng plunged into his arms.

"Daddy, Aunt Shen, I really didn't see anything."

Jun Yiluo covered his eyes with both hands, but the little girl was also very curious, so she purposely kept her fingers together to peek.

Jun Wulan stretched out his arms to wrap her arms around her waist.

"Did it hurt you?"

What Shen Qingcheng hit this time was her forehead, not her nose, and it didn't hurt.

"I am fine."

"Cough cough."

Mo Liang coughed twice in embarrassment in front of the stove, the two hurriedly separated, Shen Qingcheng snatched the wooden ladle from Jun Wulan's hand.

"Brother Jun, go and do your work, I'll do it myself."

Jun Wulan was distracted now, not knowing what to say to Shen Qingcheng, handed her the wooden ladle, nodded and walked back to the wooden table to continue picking meat.

Shen Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, washed the handles, cleaned the coronal root that Mo Liang dug up just now, and returned to the stove with half of the coriander root.

The leopard meat and bones were simmering in an iron pot.

Shen Qingcheng lifted the lid of the wooden pot, the broth in the pot was already thick, she stirred it a few times with a spatula, and threw the coriander root into it.

Not long after the coriander root fell, the smell in the kitchen became even more fragrant, even Jun Wulan and Mo Liang couldn't help swallowing.

Mo Liang said: "I didn't expect the stewed coriander root soup to be so delicious, and there will be another kind of food in the future."

While shaving the meat, Jun Wulan stared at Shen Qingcheng's profile from time to time, Shen Qingcheng's earnest cooking made his heart skip a beat again.

The way this woman cooks seriously is so beautiful.

"Uncle Liang, I see that there are still some corn noodles left. Can I take some out to make pancakes? It's quite boring to eat only meat and broth. It's better to eat with pancakes."

Mo Liang looked up at her.

"Alan told me that from now on, you will be the owner of this house. You are the head of the house. You can use whatever you have at home, so you don't need to ask me again."

"Thank you, Uncle Liang."

Shen Qingcheng turned around and went to the cupboard to take out the bag containing the corn flour, poured a little thick corn flour into the wooden basin, no need to sieve it today, just add water to knead the flour, and then press the dough into a cake The shape is pasted on the edge of the iron pot for stewing soup.

When the soup is stewed, the pancakes will be crispy, and the bottom of the pancakes will be next to the soup, and they can still absorb a little soup when they are on the kang. Even if there is no fine seasoning, the taste of the pancakes that have absorbed the broth will not be bad. go.

(End of this chapter)

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