Pastoral Relaxing Daughter-in-law Farmer
Chapter 121 Staggered
After the couple finished eating the roasted chicken, they shared the chicken soup in the crock.
After lunch, the two packed their belongings, put out the fire with water, and continued on their way to the other mountain.
While passing through the bamboo forest, Yang Lan'er noticed many bamboo shoots had grown to several feet tall, but there were also soft shoots that had just grown on the ground, and said with regret: "The last time I went to the bamboo forest, when the bamboo shoots had just sprouted. , I picked a lot, and the fried meat was very good.
Tan Anjun smiled and said, "Let's grab some for dinner."
After his little wife entered the mountain, his culinary-loving nature was undoubtedly revealed. But no matter how good the shoots are, there is no way to bring them home.
"it's good"
Bamboo forests are the best way to go in the deep mountains. There was no weed in the bamboo forest. The ground was covered with a thick layer of dried bamboo leaves. Among them relax.
"Wow, sir, look at the forest in front of you, it looks like a loquat tree." From the bamboo forest, what appeared in front of the two was a forest of miscellaneous trees all over the hillside.
"Slow down, don't worry, this forest is nothing more than a bamboo forest, full of thorns." Tan Anjun followed behind and chatted.
"Well, I was thinking if it was a loquat tree, we'd be lucky." Yang Lan'er inevitably plucked some leaves and used them to make loquat cream. There are many young people in the family, and most likely catch a cold in the fall and winter. I coughed, so be prepared.
Perhaps God could not understand he was too complacent, kicked his toes into the roots of the tree, and staggered.
Yang Lan'er's smile wavered, and she grabbed the side with both hands indiscriminately, but her surroundings were close, except for thorns or thorns.
"Hey, be careful." Tan Anjun quickly pulled her back.
Yang Lan'er jumped into the arms of her cheap husband, her chest beating like a drum, if she really fell down now, she would definitely jump into the thorns in front of her, thinking of the consequences, her heart shaking involuntarily.
"Are you okay? Are you scared?" Tan Anjun felt the little wife's body tremble, and asked comfortingly.
Yan Feng casually caught a glimpse of Xianggong's left hand, his eyes suddenly widened, he was actually holding a thorn next to him, surely he was staggered now, and the inertia forced him to hold the thorn to stabilize his figure.
"Come, let go of your hand slowly, lest the thorn be broken and remain in the palm." Yang Lan'er felt guilty, his carelessness causing his palms to be injured.
Tan Anjun smiled and shook his head: "I'm fine, this small injury need not be mentioned." This little stabbing on the battlefield was no problem for them.
But seeing his little wife so nervous about himself, he felt refreshed as if he was drinking ice water in the summer.
"Don't move, I'll see if there's a broken thorn in the flesh." Yang Lan'er wiped the blood on her palm with a handkerchief, noticed there were three thorns, and took out a silver needle from the cloth. The bag, selected carefully and quickly.
Yang Lan'er blinked, looking at the blood bead that flowed from the prick and ring on the ring finger, could it be a coincidence, just like that, would she help a cheap husband and accidentally stain the ring with a blood bead?
"What's up, did you take it?" Tan Anjun broke away from his hand and clenched his hand: "Look, it doesn't hurt at all."
"Hey, I haven't applied the medicine to you yet." Yang Lan'er grabbed her palm — yes! There was no need for him to be entangled here, the ring was already covered in blood as he clenched his fists.
After applying the medicine, Yang Lan'er casually asked, "How do you feel about this palm now?"
"Very good."
"Do you feel like the wound is burning?" Yang Lan'er asked reluctantly.
"I took medicine and it was great."
Yang Lan'er: "..."