The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 24

Ye Qingshui was wrong. She took more than an hour to deliver food to Shen Weimin.

Because something happened on the road, when she got home, she went into the wood room and touched the chicken soup in the pot. The fire at the bottom of the pot had long been extinguished, and the chicken soup had been reduced by half. Ye Ma and Ye Apo had already drunk it.

Ye Qingshui glanced at the sun. Although he didn't feel that his actions were procrastinated, Xie Tingyu definitely couldn't wait. I spent a year with him in the last life, Ye Qingshui hadn't learned anything else, but he was very sensitive to when he would be angry.

She often made him angry, but she also knew how to calm him down.

When Ye Qingshui brought the chicken soup to Xie Tingyu, Xie Tingyu lazily leaned against the bedpost. He said flatly: "You're back."

"It's pretty fast." The

man's tone was a little flat, making it hard to hear the ridicule. the meaning of. But it is ridicule.

Ye

Qingshui nodded, "Have you waited for a long time, are you hungry? Drink some chicken soup first." Xie Tingyu was not very happy, but seeing Ye Qingshui's embarrassed appearance, his irritability disappeared a bit. Xie Tingyu was so old that it was the first time he was injured so badly. There was no one to accompany him and nothing to relieve his boredom. After listening to the radio for a whole morning, the power was gone.

At this time, no one was even hungry to serve food. For Xie Tingyu, this novel experience was terrible.

But his gaze slid her face, and the little girl was very embarrassed at the moment. Crystal beads of sweat came out from her forehead, and her face was flushed with heat. The sweat ran down her chin, dripping from time to time. The mask was stained with smoke and dust billowing from the road, and it was no longer clean.

Although the little girl was delayed for a long time, she came to feed him as soon as she got home, and she barely had a conscience.

He said lightly: "You squat down and get closer."

Ye Qingshui didn't know why, but still obediently did it.

Xie Tingyu raised the still healthy left thumb and stroked her ears. The little ears were warm and red. Maybe it's shy. He hooked his thumb, untied her mask and threw it aside.

When the warm fingertips touched Ye Qingshui's ears, it itched a little, and she subconsciously avoided it. Immediately, Xie Tingyu twisted her ears vigorously and ripped off her mask indiscriminately.

He said disgustedly: "Go and wash your face again."

Ye Qingshui sighed and warned himself to be patient. He was hurt to protect her. So Ye Qingshui rushed out and scooped a spoonful of water to wash his face before returning to the house.

Xie Tingyu looked at the refreshing woman again, and the water floated on her white face, soft and shiny. The two big braids draped softly around her waist. She picked up the bowl and scooped up the chicken soup and blew it habitually. The warm chicken soup has a homely warmth.

There are red dates, wolfberry, astragalus, and angelica, all of which promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, replenish blood and nourish qi. It can be seen that the people who cook it must have taken a lot of thought.

Actually...Xie Tingyu didn't know that the astragalus and angelica were all collected by Ye Qingshui from the mountains to adjust the body, and they were just thrown in when the chicken soup was stewed. However, this kind of casual meticulousness is also touching. These Chinese medicines are added so just right.