A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

After hearing Xiao Yan's words, Song Qinghan's face turned pale, but he still refused to speak.

If Wu Dahu is capable, he will also mock him like this again, let's see how he fights back!

However, what he didn't expect was that Wu Dahu said thoughtfully: "You are right, I may have colluded with Wu Tan, so you have to watch me carefully, and it's best not to walk away for a moment."

As soon as his words came out, Xiao Yan's face became weird again, he stretched out his hand and scratched his head, clamped the horse's belly tightly, and completely opened the distance between Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan.

Alas, persuasion is really not something that people do, he should just watch quietly...

Song Qinghan also had a strange expression on his face, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll watch you take a bath too?"

Wu Dahu glanced at him in surprise, and slowly said: "Didn't you say you are my husband? Isn't it normal to wait on the side while taking a bath?"

Hearing the word "serve", Song Qinghan immediately crackled like a lighted firecracker: "I don't serve you, it's almost as good as you serve me, don't think that you can do whatever you want if you lose your memory, if you are with those Like men..."

"Okay, I can wait for you to take a bath."

Wu Dahu didn't wait for Song Qinghan to finish speaking, and said such a light word that left him speechless.

Seeing what he said so naturally, Song Qinghan always felt that he seemed to have fallen into his tricks, squinted his eyes, and looked at him suspiciously. Seeing that there was no clue on his face, he complained in a low voice: "If it weren't for you Now I really have amnesia, I must teach you a good lesson, when did you become so provocative, really..."

Can't stand it!

Song Qinghan sighed faintly, found a comfortable position in Wu Dahu's arms, closed his eyes and rested.

After working for such a day, he was frightened and fled around. His pregnant body couldn't take it anymore, but he was afraid of dragging Wu Dahu and Xiao Yan down, so he held on and didn't say anything. In Wu Dahu's warm embrace, his body subconsciously relaxed, and fell asleep in a short while.

After he fell asleep, Wu Dahu lowered his head slightly, stretched out his hand to brush his smooth face, his eyes were full of incomprehensible waves.

Facts have proved that Xiao Yan is indeed a very good subordinate. Without Wu Dahu's instructions, he found the best route back to Aoki by himself, perfectly avoiding Merck's pursuit.

They rode all night, and by daybreak their shoulders were wet with dew.

Song Qinghan slept peacefully, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had landed on the ground, and there was boiling mushroom soup in front of him.

The strong aroma of fresh mushrooms kept getting into his nose, arousing the greedy worm in his stomach.

When he sat up, he had a wooden bowl full of mushroom soup in his hand.

Wu Dahu added more firewood with no expression on his face, and said slowly, "Eat more, my stomach has been growling all the way."

Song Qinghan, who was about to drink the soup, heard him say this, a look of embarrassment flashed across his face, he subconsciously touched his stomach, and after he realized it, he raised his eyebrows and said: "Isn't it because I have a small one in my stomach? Naturally, you are hungry quickly, but you, the culprit, still have the nerve to talk..."

His eyes were fixed on the meat skewer in Wu Dahu's hand, the words in his mouth were automatically muted, and he couldn't even turn his mind.

Wu Dahu raised his eyes and glanced at him, and patiently explained: "I don't know when you will wake up, so I didn't bake it. It won't taste good after it's cold."

Seeing Xiao Yan also glanced here from time to time, Song Qinghan knew that they hadn't even eaten meat because of him, so they speeded up the speed of drinking mushroom soup.

After Wu Dahu roasted it, he selected the fattest part and handed it to Song Qinghan, and shared the rest with Xiao Yan.

Song Qinghan was about to start eating, when he saw Wu Dahu distracted while holding the meat skewers out of the corner of his eye, he asked suspiciously, "What are you doing? Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Wu Dahu was brought back to his senses by his voice, subconsciously shook his head, nodded his chin in the direction of the small stone, and said in a deep voice, "Can he eat meat?"

Song Qinghan followed his line of sight, seeing Xiao Shitou pitifully staring at the meat skewer in Xiao Yan's hand, with suspicious marks of saliva on the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help laughing.

Xiao Yan couldn't hold the meat skewers up and down, as if he felt that he was stuffing the meat skewers into his stomach under Xiaoshi's eyes, as if he was torturing him.

But if he didn't eat it, the smell of the meat skewers was too tempting, and he was afraid that he would drool like a small stone in a while.

Seeing this, Song Qinghan walked over and hugged Xiaoshitou, and smiled at Xiao Yan: "Thank you for taking care of Xiaoshitou along the way, eat quickly."

There was a relieved expression on Xiao Yan's face, but when he saw Xiao Shitou's resentful eyes, the smile in the corner of his eyes froze, he turned around quietly, and started to eat the meat skewers in his hand.

Song Qinghan saw Xiao Shitou nestled quietly in his arms, raised his head and said to Wu Dahu: "Did you feed him mushroom soup?"

Seeing Wu Dahu nodding, Song Qinghan reached out and touched the little stone's belly, seeing that it was full of water swaying inside, smiled wryly and shook his head, stretched out his hand and tore the meat off the skewer, tearing it into tiny fibers, soaking it into the soup.

Seeing that there was something to eat again, Xiao Shitou straightened up happily, slapped Xiao Shi and said, "Father! Good! Dad! Bad guy!"

Wu Dahu was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Xiaoshi faintly, but didn't speak.

Seeing Wu Dahu slumped, Song Qinghan felt that he had earned back all the grievances he had suffered before going to bed, touched Xiao Shishi's face with the back of his hand, and slowly fed him the mushroom soup soaked in shredded pork.

Probably because he was afraid that the meat skewers would be cold after Song Qinghan fed the small stone, Wu Dahu slipped the small stone in his hand, snatched the soup bowl from Song Qinghan's hand, and said in a deep voice, "I'll feed you, you eat yours. "

Seeing that he was obviously not familiar with the posture when he first started holding the small stone, Song Qinghan was about to give instructions, and saw that he seemed to be self-taught, and instantly adjusted the position of the small stone so that both of them could maintain a more comfortable position. pose.

A flash of relief flashed in Song Qinghan's eyes, he lowered his head and slowly ate the meat skewers, looking at the warm picture of Wu Dahu and Xiao Shitou's father and son, a warm current flowed through his heart.

After they finished their breakfast, it was almost time to go on the road again.

Xiao Yan frowned and said to Wu Dahu: "Master Wu, we are about to enter Qingmu, and when we return to the barracks, how should we explain it?"

From his questioning, Song Qinghan knew that Xiao Yan was a flexible person. After all, if he was pedantic, he would never ask such a question, but just say what happened, without thinking about what would happen to him. more favorable.

Wu Dahu still looked calm and breezy, looked at Aoki's direction, and said expressionlessly: "Explain whatever you want, don't you think they can't find out about us?"