In the evening, Xiaolihua No. 22 Courtyard.

Chu Heng was busy in the kitchen.

The coal ball stove was moved out again by him, and it was placed at the kitchen door. The charcoal fire in the furnace flickered and the red casserole sitting on it.

As time goes by, a faint smell of oil gradually spreads into the air.

It contains soybean stewed pork trotters, which are bright red and have a strong and taste-friendly, and are fat but not greasy.

On the big stove, there is also stewed crucian carp and tofu soup. The milky white soup is fresh and fragrant. When it comes out of the pot, it is decorated with a few bright red wolfberry, which makes you feel appetite just looking.

"Yeah, it's almost done!"

Chu Heng looked at the fish soup in the pot. Seeing that it was thick enough, he brought an enamel basin and scooped the soup and ingredients into the basin...

Then he poured some water into the pot, added a fire and continued to burn it. Then he placed the pot fork, sat the enamel basin on it, and covered the pot with a lid to keep it warm.

After finishing it, Chu Heng plastered himself to the coal stove and looked at the pig's trotters stewed in the casserole. Seeing that the soup had almost been collected, he removed some charcoal and left only three or two pieces. This would not only keep the stove at a certain temperature, prevent the casserole from being cold, nor would it dry the pig's trotters stewed in the casserole.

"good!"

Chu Heng nodded with satisfaction, covered the lid of the casserole, and wiped it back to the main hall.

Walking to the huge Arhat bed, he reached out to touch the carved text on it with care, then kicked off the thousand-layered shoes on his feet and lay lazily on it.

He had a cotton pad stuffed with a pillow on his head, and gently wrapped a jade pendant with a kirin pattern in his hand. His eyes were half open and half closed. Soon, snoring sounded in the room.

As a hardworking pioneer, he is really tired and exhausted...

I slept until after seven o'clock, and a gentle knock on the door woke him up from his dream.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Chu Heng sat up with a sensation, and his bright eyes shone with silver lights in the darkness.

"Tsk, it's really not the time to come. I just took off my clothes..."

He smacked his lips unwillingly, so he hurriedly put on his shoes and went down to open the door.

The person who came was Shen Tian and his wife. After not seeing each other for many days, Zhang Min was thinner again, her eye sockets were a little sunken, her cheekbones were more prominent, and she tended to be skinny.

“Come in quickly.”

Chu Heng welcomed them in enthusiastically.

"I've caused you trouble, Hengzi." Zhang Min looked at him with gratitude, his voice choked, and his eyes began to turn red.

"I'm telling you guys are finished?" Chu Heng shook his head helplessly, closed the yard door, and led the two into the main hall to sit down.

Then he ran to the kitchen and brought two still warm milk-drying tools to the Eight Immortals table in the main room.

Looking at the bright crucian carp soup and the strong fragrance of pig trotters in front of me.

Zhang Min swallowed in discomfort.

After eating braised vegetables for so long, how could she stay calm when she saw the food at this time?

Not to mention her, even Shen Tian couldn't help but take a few more glances, and the Adam's apple slid up and down several times.

Chu Heng saw all this, but he did not laugh at the couple, but instead felt a little uncomfortable.

He sighed softly, wiped his body and ran to the kitchen again, and took out a basin of cabbage-filled dumplings that had been put in at some point in the warehouse.

This is his dinner with Chen Tian.

"when!"

Chu Heng put a large plate of dumplings that were still steaming on the table, then sat down carelessly, and said to Zhang Min with a smile: "Sister-in-law, eat it quickly, you can eat it, both pig's trotters and crucian carp soup, let's eat dumplings in Chen Tian."

Chen Tian, ​​who was drooling at the dumplings, waved his hand and refused when he heard this: "No, no, I've eaten it at home."

It was already very troubled by his brother, so why did he have the nerve to eat with him?

Although his teeth were about to fall off...

"I'll drink with me after I've eaten it." Chu Heng glanced at him, didn't even click it, and took a bottle of Erguotou and poured him a cup.

"You..." Seeing this, Chen Tian also understood his intentions. He smiled bitterly, picked up the wine glass and touched him, and said with a serious look: "I won't say more if I have more. Hengzi, remember, if I Chen Tian turns over in the future, I will have to repay you with such kindness."

"You are so boring like this. I'm helping you because of our brothers' feelings, but I never thought about giving you anything." Chu Heng raised his head and killed the wine in the glass and said unhappily: "If you say such bullshit in the future, we can't do it."

"If you don't like to listen, don't say it." Chen Tian also killed a full glass of wine, then wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "To be honest, the most correct thing I have ever done in my life to make friends with you."

"Drinking, drinking, talking less about these useless things."

Chu Heng poured him a lot of wine and then pushed the glass to change.

More than twenty minutes later, Zhang Min finished half a pot of pig's trotters and drank a full pot of crucian carp soup, and even ate the meat from the fish bones at the bottom of the pot.

And her dry and shriveled belly, which had been for many days, swelled again.

Zhang Min touched her stomach with emotion, turned her head to look at Chu Heng who was drinking with her man, and her gratitude was beyond words.

If this person was not available, her newborn child might die prematurely.

This is a real life grace!

I really don't know how to repay him.

She thought hard.

More than half an hour passed, and Chen Tian, ​​who had eaten a pound of wine, finally got drunk.

He has been cautious all these days, but finally he couldn't suppress the depression in his heart and vented his anger to Chu Heng.

The content is very scattered, so I won't describe it here...

After a while.

After drinking it thoroughly and chatting through it, Chen Tiancai took his wife to leave the yard No. 22.

After seeing the couple off, Chu Heng secretly closed the yard gate and ran into the west room.

Soon, there was a "crunch" sound in the room.

He is grinding medicine.

Chu Heng once got a book called Xuan Yangzi Flower Picking Record, which recorded four Chinese medicines, namely Tiger Whip Wine, Huanxi San, Dameng Xiang, and Bai Yu Lu.

These days, he has been developing Da Mengxiang, wanting to try whether this drug that has only been seen in martial arts is so magical.

But this thing is really hard to make.

There are more than 50 medicinal herbs, and each flavour needs to be carefully prepared, and there is no difference. With the level of his two knives, it is really a bit difficult.

He has made Damengxiang three times in the past few months, but in the end they all ended in failure.

This time, it was his fourth production, if it didn't work.

He was about to give up this broken thing and turned to study the joy and parted.

Anyway, it’s all about passing the time, what’s wrong with it?

"Crunch, crunch..."

Chu Heng leaned lazily on the chair, holding Xuan Yangzi's flower picking record in his hand and savored it carefully, his feet stepping on the medicine mills one after another.

Soon, it was past nine o'clock.
Chapter completed!