A pot of raw thick rice came into view. It was obviously because there was not enough water. No wonder, when he was outside just now, Fu Yan felt that there was something wrong with the smell of the rice. The raw smell was mixed with the smell of paste.

"Are you thinking about eating? The Fu family is really restless." Suddenly a voice came from behind.

If his condition wasn't so bad, Fu Yan really wanted to show him what cooking meant.

"I'll just take a look." Fu Yan shuddered slightly, thinking that feeding such food to a dog would be too much, but she didn't dare to say such a thing.

When the pot of fish was cooked, Mu Ding'an scooped it into a large bowl with the same crack, put it on the table, made a bowl of rice, sat down and started eating.

He didn't look at Fu Yan. The atmosphere in the kitchen was very depressing.

Fu Yan felt anxious and looked in the cupboard, where he found a small bowl with many cracks.

She carried the bowl to the rice pot and scooped out a bowl of rice. The whole process was like walking a tightrope, but it was okay. Mu Ding'an didn't say a word until she sat down at the table.

Picking up a piece of fish fillet and putting it in a bowl, Fu Yan took a bite and frowned. It was really hard to describe.

Not enough salt and no seasoning——

Such a meal would completely disinterest a hungry and tired person after a long journey.

Just before the medical incident, Fu Yan had a seafood feast.

However, with her body, even if she couldn't eat, she still had to force herself to eat.

By the time Fu Yan endured the intense discomfort and took his first bite of rice, Mu Ding'an had already finished eating, put the bowl down on the table, and walked out of the room.

Fu Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

A fish was chopped into five pieces, leaving two pieces in the big bowl, and Mu Dingan drank most of the soup.

Fu Yan found salt from a small jar, put in a little salt, and used chopsticks to pick off the scales of the fish, and finally he could barely swallow it.

By the time she finished eating, it was starting to get dark outside, and Fu Yan gathered a lot of strength to clean up the dishes.

Behind the kitchen is a small well. There is half a bucket of water crookedly beside the well. Fu Yan squats down and washes the pots and dishes with a loofah rind. If there is nothing to remove oil, wash it a few more times before using it again.

Wipe dry with a rag.

She wiped her hands and walked out of the small kitchen. The yard was deserted and the house was dark. Mu Dingan didn't know where he had gone.

Fu Yan was still sleepy after eating a full meal. She groped her way to the pigsty and lay down on the thatch bed, which was still very uncomfortable. After tossing and turning, she finally found a slightly more comfortable position.

She opened her eyes and thought about her situation. When her body became stronger and she knew more about this area, she left here. Mu Ding'an was by no means a place to stay for a long time.

Fu Yan slowly fell asleep. She didn't know how long it had passed before she heard footsteps entering the yard, light and steady, like a cheetah.

She subconsciously held her breath and remained motionless.

Oh! Mu Dingan threw something on the ground.

Fu Yan opened her eyes. Through the moonlight, she saw Mu Dingan sitting in the yard, as if he was knitting something. She even saw the glistening sweat on his forehead.

The next morning, Fu Yan got up and felt much clearer all over. She washed her face, brushed her hair with her hands, and tied it hastily. There were no combs or mirrors here, and there were so many things missing.

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Mu Ding'an got up and continued knitting. Fu Yan saw clearly that he was knitting a fish basket, and most of it was completed. Only the closing was left. Although it was rough, it was still usable.

Since I am making this up, it means that there is a river passing through this place.

There was a pile of chopped firewood in front of the kitchen stove. Fu Yan lit the fire with pine seeds and went to wash rice for cooking.

In the half-broken rice jar, the coarse rice inside had reached the bottom, which was barely enough for a meal. Fu Yan poured it all out, rinsed the rice, and cooked it.

However, after searching the entire kitchen, I didn't see even a single vegetable leaf.

Fu Yan was speechless and walked out of the kitchen. Mu Ding'an was still sitting in the yard making fish baskets. He lowered his head but sat upright. The sun shrouded his body. His face was wheat-colored, handsome and handsome.

Hazy, with a faint mark of the word "sin" on his forehead.
Chapter completed!