Quick Wear: About the Things I Saved from the Villain

It took Tang Li half an afternoon to set up the small vegetable garden. After a short rest, he started to deal with the pheasants that Zhuang He brought back in the morning.

The chicken blood had been released in the morning. The amount of blood from the two pheasants was not small. Tang Li thought that he could make a plate of roasted chicken blood to eat in the evening.

The feathers on the pheasant's tail crest were bright and gorgeous. Tang Li picked out the best ones and cleaned them. He also asked Zhuang He to find a few small round pieces and cloth strips to make a chicken feather shuttlecock.

The two children each had one, and the happy Zhuang Yaya pulled Zhuang Mingyu to play in the yard.

The remaining chicken feathers were not wasted. Tang Li kept all the back hair, neck hair and remaining tail hair, put them together in a large basin, washed and disinfected them, and then put them on a large dustpan to dry.

"If it's suitable, we can shoot a pheasant tomorrow," she said to Zhuang He as she smoothed out the feathers. "I need feathers from another chicken to make a feather duster."

She wanted to make a big one, and the current amount of hair was probably not enough.

There is no such thing as a feather duster in this world, but Zhuang He didn't ask anything and just nodded: "Okay."

Tangli spread out the feathers and looked at the winnowing basket and became thoughtful again.

“Are there any bamboos around here or on the hill?”

Zhuang He thought about it and said, "Probably."

There seemed to be a bamboo forest in the east, but he didn't like to go there when hunting, so he couldn't be sure of the exact direction.

"what happened?"

"When you have time, go cut some bamboos and bring them back," Tangli pointed at the winnowing basket, "I'll weave some winnowing baskets or something."

Zhuang He frowned, "It's difficult to make. There are old people in the village who can make it. We can buy it directly from them."

"No, I will pay attention to it," Tangli said with a smile, "and not only winnowing baskets, I also want to weave some other things."

Zhuang He had no more grounds to refute. "Okay, I'll help you deal with the bamboo strips when the time comes."

"Thank you~"

Tang Li did not refute. Of course, this kind of thing should be done by her husband, so as to increase his sense of accomplishment and participation.

"No hurry, I'll go with you when I'm done with these two days."

It is April now, and Tangli is planning to go there after the rain so that he can dig some bamboo shoots.

The sun was almost setting. Tang Li shouted to the two children to drink some water and take a rest, while he went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Zhuang Mingyu saw this and pulled Zhuang Yaya to help, but was stopped by Zhuang He after taking two steps.

"You just finished dancing, take a break and change your clothes," someone said calmly, "I can go to the kitchen."

Zhuang Mingyu looked at the beads of sweat on Zhuang Yaya's forehead and nodded, "I understand, Daddy."

What if my sister gets a cold after sweating? Daddy is really thoughtful.

Zhuang He walked into the kitchen with a guilty conscience under Zhuang Mingyu's admiring gaze, and said guiltily when Tang Li looked at him.

"I'll help you light the fire."

Tang Li smiled and said, "Okay."

Zhuang He finally breathed a sigh of relief, but it was not until he sat in front of the stove door that he realized how strange his behavior was.

The warm yellow oil lamp cast Tang Li's shadow on the wall. Zhuang He held firewood in his hand, and his eyes involuntarily followed the swaying shadow on the wall.

In his heart, he seemed to want to get closer to her.

It seemed that in just the one or two days since she woke up, this house had become very homely.

The food became more edible, the children smiled more, the yard had a new lease of life, and even he...

Zhuang He's gaze slowly moved from the shadow on the wall to the person busy in front of the stove.

Even he was infected without realizing it.

Is it because this house has never felt like home because it lacks a hostess?

Zhuang He's eyes were full of confusion.

As perceptive as Tangli was, she of course noticed his gaze, and also noticed the complexity and touching in the eyes falling on her.

But she was in no hurry.

No matter what Zhuang He thinks and how long he needs to think, her warm water has already been put into the pot. It won't be long before this house will be full of her traces. Even if he wants to retreat, he has no chance.

Dinner was the roasted chicken blood and sweet potato porridge planned by Tangli.

Zhuang He was a good hunter and his family was not poor. In fact, they were wealthy compared to most families in the village.

Then why was the bowl of porridge so thin that it almost turned into soup when she woke up earlier?

That's because if you leave Zhuang He out, the rice will get burnt.

It will be different if you cook less rice like boiling water. Even if it is overcooked, it doesn't matter. At most it will just be mixed in the water and you can still eat it.

Rice and fried dishes can be compared with those in restaurants, but porridge is different. Zhuang Mingyu and Zhuang Yaya once thought that porridge was the same as that cooked by Zhuang He, until they ate Tangli’s sweet potato porridge tonight.

Zhuang He ignored the resentful looks of the two children and ate half a bowl of porridge in one mouthful.

Tang Li, who was informed of the inside story by 777, suppressed his laughter and told the two children to eat quickly. The two children then came to their senses, turned their grief and anger into appetite and drank the porridge angrily.

In the end, of course, the pots and bowls were all gone, not even a grain of rice could be seen. Zhuang He cleaned up and washed the dishes on his own initiative, while Tang Li took the two children aside to tell stories.

Not to mention that she has been to so many worlds, even the fairy tales in the modern dimension are enough to tell the two children from childhood to adulthood.

However, out of selfish motives, Tangli still talked about the world he had visited.

When Zhuang He came over with the medicine bowl, he just heard the tense part.

"...Just when the King of Qin was victorious and was returning with his elite troops, the Lord of Hopeless City hijacked him halfway with the help of the demon tribe..."

"what!"

Zhuang Yaya tightly grasped her brother's arm, her face wrinkled, "Bad guy!"

Zhuang Mingyu was also listening intently, and asked nervously, "But isn't the city lord his good brother?"

"Yeah, but..."

"It's time to take the medicine."