Chapter 423

The little suckling dog soaked in medicine soup, coupled with Jiang Chan's unique technique, the direct consequence is that the little suckling dog's appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and its body size is growing rapidly.

Aunt osmanthus came to see it twice and said that Jiang Chan can keep a dog. The dog for more than a month is very strong! Can't Jiang Chan's stomach be strong? She took a medicine bath for the little suckling dog and polished its muscles and bones.

Of course, if you say such a small milk dog is now majestic, you really can't see it at all. What can be seen is that the little suckling dog is bigger and more lively.

Since the Internet cable was connected at home, Jiang Chan's life has become more comfortable. Before taking into account the mobile phone traffic, I was careful not to use more every day. Now I have no scruples.

She also prepared a computer for Feng Yuan and specially found many healing animation or movies to Feng Yuan from the Internet. Jiang Chan's own life is writing, typing codes, cooking and so on.

With the three colored cat and the little milk dog, Feng Yuan's mood is much better. He is no longer like a string puppet as before. There are more and more expressions on her face. She will feed the cat and tease the dog.

Even if the words were still few, Jiang Chan didn't care. In Qiu Xin's memory, Feng Yuan has always been a person who doesn't talk much and is relatively lonely. Jiang Chan also checked the data. The probability of depression of empty nesters is much higher than that of young people.

"Mom, the weather is fine today. I'll go up the mountain and come back in two hours." next to the village is the mountain. Qiu's old house is at the foot of the mountain. It's very convenient to go up and down the mountain.

Feng Yuan nodded and nestled on the soft sofa in the living room with a three flower cat. He was very relaxed.

Jiang Chan went into the mountain with a bamboo basket made up by Uncle Wang on her back and a firewood knife in her hand. She is an expert in art. She is brave and has no fear at all. When she got to the mountain, there was no good thing. Jiang Chan's eyes swept her nose and sniffed a little, and she knew all about it.

So now Jiang Chan's entry into the mountain is like entering his own back garden, especially like a fish in water. A few days ago, she went up the mountain and found some pecans. She went back to process them. Feng Yuan likes them very much.

Jiang Chan turned to the mountain and looked again. See if there's anything else. For example, walnuts, chestnuts, pine nuts and so on. It depends on mountains and rivers. These things must be indispensable on the mountains.

It just rained yesterday. Jiang Chan picked up a lot of mushrooms not far up the mountain. It's good to stew mushrooms with chicken. Jiang Chan pondered and continued to the depths of the mountain.

Half a morning later, Jiang Chan returned with a full load. The basket behind him was full, and Jiang Chan's right hand also carried a handful of dead branches. It's the most enjoyable weather to burn a fire behind the stove.

If you cover two more sweet potatoes, it's really a day when immortals don't change. Hearing the news of Jiang Chan's return, the little milk dog nestled at Feng Yuan's feet jumped up and ran to the door. His little claws kept scratching the door.

Feng Yuan slowly stood up with the three colored cat in his arms, and saw Jiang Chan returning with a full load. This winter, Jiang Chan's brain is full of sweat. It can be seen that this is also a manual job.

The little milk dog ran to Jiang Chan's side. It was happy and jumped around her feet. Finally, the two front claws hugged Jiang Chan's calf. Jiang Chan was as if the little thing didn't exist. It was called a quick walk.

"You go in. It's cold outside. I'll dry these nuts. We'll have chicken stewed mushrooms at noon. Aunt osmanthus sent a chicken the day before yesterday. We'll have this at noon."

Feng Yuan's eyes slowly swept the chestnuts in front of the door and suddenly said, "eat chicken stewed mushrooms today and chestnut roast chicken tomorrow."

Jiang Chan's heart suddenly felt a dull pain. She lowered her head and raised her eyes again with a gentle smile: "of course, I'll wash the mushrooms first and cook later."

"I think there are still a lot of chestnuts on the mountain. I'll go to the mountain and pick up some more in the afternoon. We can't finish eating. We can send a blood to Aunt osmanthus. No one in their family goes into the mountain."

Feng Yuan said that sentence and then began to be silent. Jiang Chan and she talked about their next plans. Even if she occasionally got a look from Feng Yuan, she couldn't be happy.

"It's the 25th of the twelfth lunar month today, and our new year's goods should be prepared. Let's go to the town to do new year's goods tomorrow. I'll fill our refrigerator!"

Feng Yuan stood beside Jiang Chan with a cat. He didn't know what he was thinking. She seems to have heard what Jiang Chan said, and she doesn't seem to have heard anything. The whole person seems to be away from the world. She doesn't feel able to respond to the outside world.

"After we buy the new year's products, we'll buy you new clothes. Everything we need in the new year is new. Also, we'll change all the bedding at home and buy new ones. Tell me what you like."

"Go in and make a fire. I'll make you chicken stewed mushrooms at noon..."

Feng Yuan followed Jiang Chan silently with the three colored cat in her arms. Although she didn't know what to say, her subconscious made her close to the warm man.

The kitchen of the old house is dark. Jiang Chan is waving a spatula in front of the stove. Feng Yuan sits behind the stove with a cat in his arms. The little milk dog sits next to Feng Yuan and stares at Jiang Chan with bright eyes.

"I made noodles in the morning and ate pie at noon. I pasted it directly on the big pot. Mom, keep the fire down to prevent the cake from pasting."

Ginger cicada quickly made ten dozen Kwai dried meat patties, one with her fist size, and all around the iron pan.

Shanzhen is always very delicious. After stewing with chickens, the taste is even more overbearing. Sanhua and the little suckling dog couldn't sit still. Their noses were twitching and staring at the ginger cicada on the stove.

Since returning to the old house, the big bone soup at home has not been broken. Seeing that the two are greedy, Jiang Chan smiled and prepared lunch for the two.

Looking at the empty arms, Feng Yuan pursed his lips and continued to burn the fire silently, but his eyebrows and eyes drooped a little.

Jiang Chan knocked on the bowl: "dinner, pie, chicken stewed mushroom, bone soup, and a cabbage, all alive!"

Feng Yuan's mood picked up when he heard about eating. Jiang Chan came and held Feng Yuan: "let's have this at noon. After lunch, the three colored cat came."

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As for the little milk dog, Ya was not enough. She ate a bowl of soup with water. Seeing that Jiang Chan was eating, he came to beg for food again. Ginger cicada touched its round belly and said expressionless, "you can't eat any more. Go and stay!"