Little Brother, slow life in another world

Chapter 4

    When Miao He was sober the next morning, there was no one around him. No movement was heard in the back room, and Yang Dalang might have already left the house. It seems that he was supposed to go to the town to sell prey yesterday, but he was delayed because Miao He injured his foot.

    Miao He's eyes lit up, no matter whether it was cold or not, he was immediately lifted out of bed.

    Only then did I see two pancakes on the table, and a small plate of shredded pork, fried with mustard.

    Although it was the first plate of meat that Miao He saw after passing through, he had no intention of eating now, so he wanted to dig out his soil quickly!

    Stepping on the shoes, Miao He turned to the back room and touched him. The medicine Uncle Lin prescribed yesterday was pasted on his left foot, wrapped in a ball, and his actions were not sloppy. Only when I entered the backyard, I heard the sound of the courtyard door being opened. Miao He had to stop, but Yang Dalang's face became a bit bad as soon as he found someone.

    "What are you doing?"

    "Me, I wash and want to boil some hot water." Miao Helai said.

    Yang Dalang frowned and stepped forward, just like yesterday, easily holding Miao He sideways. Before Miao He resisted, he listened to him, "Uncle Lin confessed, just forgot?"

    "Only twisted his left foot. It's not that serious."

    "What was a fake yesterday?"

    Miao He shut up immediately, not daring. Fight again. If the feet are found to be fine, it will lead people to suspect that yesterday's abnormality was not good. Thinking of this, Miao He froze, and obediently let Yang Dalang hug him to the table to cooperate with the performance with serious injuries.

    Yang Dalang pulled the plate of pancakes and fried meat. "Eat first." After speaking, he turned and left.

    Miao He saw the person going to the back room, and after a few glances, he found that the person actually boiled water. With such a busy schedule, Miao He was not without a guilty conscience. He looked at the hard pancakes on the table, and he obediently picked them up and ate them with occasional bites of meat. This meat should be a rare dish, so Miao He didn't dare to eat it all, so he picked two small pieces and ate them with cakes.

    Until Yang Dalang came in with hot water and saw that Miao He only ate a little, he frowned, "No appetite?"

    "Ah? No."

    "The cake?" Yang Dalang looked at the cake in his hand. Only two small bites.

    "It's hard, I'll soak it in water." When

    he finished speaking, Yang Dalang turned his head, and soon he got hot water on the table, Miao He took the opportunity to grab someone's sleeve.

    "Wait, you will go to town today?"

    Yang Dalang looked down at the hand that held him, " Yes ."

    Miao He's small face was bright, "If the money is enough, can you buy some vegetables back? One or two kinds are fine."

    "You don't need to work." Yang Dalang frowned again.

    Miao He hurriedly said, "Isn't my busy job just for money? As soon as you go out hunting, I will be idle at home. It is good to grow a la carte, and there is space in the backyard. I think it is suitable. Vegetables can be exchanged for rice. I've been eating hard pancakes. I can give my aunt some something to send, right?"