Chapter 12 Can I have a bite? Just one bite

Author: Ging Le

Chapter 12 Can I have a bite? Just one bite

He slowly withdrew his gaze, but couldn't help but look at him out of the corner of his eye. Unexpectedly, when he looked at him, he met the young man's eyes.

The young man's eyes were as calm as water, with a hint of confusion in his clear eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Jing Zhao hid his emotions in a panic, "You... there is blood on your sleeve, go and wash it off." He pointed at Aning's sleeve.

The young man said nothing, but he turned around and went out obediently, closing the door behind him.

Inside the house, Jing Zhao poured a bowl of water for Ah Fu, "You drink some water first, and I'll find some painkillers for you later."

Ah Fu's light gray eyes stared at him, "Is this young hero your apprentice? His kung fu is so good."

"No." Jing Zhao replied. For some reason, he didn't like the way this man spoke. It seemed that every word had a meaning.

"Thank you for saving me." Ah Fu said again.

"The person you should thank is Aning. He was the one who removed the snake venom for you. I didn't do anything."

Ah Fu turned his eyes and smiled slightly. There were small dimples on both sides of his mouth. He looked harmless. "I just want to thank you."

"Where is this?"

Jing Zhao moved a stool and sat beside the bed, introduced his identity, and told how he came to his store with Shan Dan and the others.

After hearing this, Ah Fu said: "Chief Shandan is a good man." Tears filled his eyes again.

"But..." Ah Fu raised his head and stared at Gu Jingzhao with his light gray eyes, "Little boss, you know, I am a doctor, how could the doctor be poisoned?"

These words were very meaningful. Jing Zhao frowned, "What do you mean?"

Ah Fu suddenly laughed again, "Little boss, you are a good person, and the Shandan clan leader is also a good person. I am lucky to meet you."

As he spoke, he untied the gourd tied to his body and stuffed his severed finger inside.

Ah Fu pointed to the place where his amputated feet were wrapped with cloth, "Little boss, do you have goat's gallbladder, jasmine root, angelica root, and calamus here?"

"What's this?"

"Medicine, painkiller."

Jing Zhao thought to himself that although he didn't have it, he could ask for some from the system. But he pretended to be a little embarrassed, "I run a restaurant. I'll ask someone to go to the medical clinic later to ask, but they may not be able to buy it."

Ah Fu sighed softly, "Thank you so much, little boss, it hurts me so much."

Jing Zhao:……

Jing Zhao wants to hurt you so much!

But looking at his pale face and some sweat seeping out, the beautiful baby face was filled with unbearable pain, which made people feel a little distressed. I guess the pain of amputating a finger was very unbearable. Jing Zhao couldn't bear it in his heart.

"You rest first, and I'll get someone to buy you medicine."

Ah Fu nodded lightly: "The little boss is really a good person."

Jing Zhao:……

After Jing Zhao went out, he didn't leave in a hurry. He turned around and leaned on the crack of the door to look inside.

Ah Fu took out a small black pill from his arms, threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.

After taking the medicine, he hugged his foot with the big toe amputated and groaned for a long time, secretly cursing: "Guier cut off his head!"

Jing Zhao guessed that the medicine he fed himself should be antidote to snake venom. As he said, he was a doctor, how could he poison himself?

He originally prepared an antidote for himself, but he never expected to meet An Ning and cut him off with a knife. No wonder he acted like an enemy to An Ning just now. At this moment, his intestines were probably filled with regret.

Jing Zhao said bitterly in his heart: He deserves it!

Jing Zhao would not let him die of pain. He entered the system when he went back and replaced the medicinal materials Ah Fu mentioned, as well as some wild ginseng, ribs, beef, mutton, and other nourishing dishes. He thought about giving it to him tomorrow.

The patient upstairs is making soup.

After packing up the ingredients and taking care of Ah Fu, he drank the pain-relieving soup and went to sleep, and the sky became dark.

Jing Zhao returned to the kitchen and opened the cupboard. The pimple soup in the cupboard had already been cooled and put away.

Jing Zhao trotted all the way to the door of Aning's room, and was about to knock on the door, but stopped.

Suddenly, a young man holding a dagger appeared in front of his eyes, and he struck the knife steadily and accurately. This action was extraordinary for ordinary people.

Jing Zhao pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and decided to find a chance to ask clearly while eating later.

He knocked on the door softly: "Are you asleep?"

After a moment, the wooden door opened, and the young man's thin figure was elongated by the moonlight. The young man stood in the door, against the light. The few drops of bright blood on the cuffs of the burlap clothes had been washed away.

He looked at Jing Zhao calmly: "What's wrong?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Brother, let me make you a midnight snack!"

Jing Zhao said and dragged Aning to the kitchen. The stove was bright and the kitchen was warm and bright.

Aning had been busy greeting Shandan and others, and later helped Gu Jingzhao deal with Ah Fu's snake venom. He didn't even bother to eat. However, in his old days, it was common for him to be hungry and full. If he skipped a meal,

It has no impact on him.

Gugu——

Jing Zhao could clearly hear the two sudden noises in the silent kitchen. He really deserved to die! How could he have forgotten something as important as calling Aning for dinner while just looking at the good reviews?

Gu Jingzhao felt guilty, "Wait a moment, it will be fine soon!"

Aning said: "You do it slowly, I'm not hungry." I just don't know why, but my stomach is not up to par today and it's making random noises!

Aning sat down next to him and followed Jing Zhao's example, using a bamboo tube to blow air into the stove fire. After a while, the stove fire was burning brightly and the water in the pot started to boil immediately.

Jing Zhao put the freshly rolled wide noodles into the pot. After the noodles were cooked and served, he broke an egg, cut some lean pork shreds and bean sprouts, stir-fried the toppings and put them on the noodles, creating a bowl of fragrant noodles.

It's done.

Jing Zhao reheated the bowl of pimple soup he had made for Aning before. He had very little food and really didn't want to waste it. Although the texture was a bit worse, it tasted good.

In the alternating light and dark firelight, two people sat side by side on the threshold holding a large earthenware bowl, sucking and sucking. The cicadas chirped outside, and the house was peaceful.

After a while, Aning's large bowl of noodles was already empty.

"What are you eating?" Aning glanced at the food in Jing Zhao's bowl and it was completely different from his own.

Jing Zhao responded casually: "Mush." ​​He took a big sip.

Aning stared at him, "What is fufu?"

Jing Zhao made a move, and the guy saw that he was completely greedy for the contents of his bowl. Jing Zhao put the bowl in front of Aning, "Do you want to try it?"

An Ning was not polite, took the bowl and drank the remaining half of the bowl of pimple soup from Jing Zhao in two mouthfuls.

"It's delicious." After eating, he gave a high evaluation.

"Eh..." Jing Zhao's eyes widened. He was empty. He was empty! He wasn't full yet! He said he was just going to taste it, but he was empty in just one bite!

Thanks to the guy who submitted the monthly ticket (or maybe the robot guy). Anyway, thank you! Thank you very much!
Chapter completed!