struggle in ancient times

"Sh, si, doctor, be gentle, doctor." Liao Tingyu gasped in pain from the doctor's exquisite massage technique.

"Don't do it there, there, ouch, I told you not to do it there." Not only did he want to scream when the pain was too much, but he even waved the doctor's hand with his hand to prevent him from doing it.

As a doctor, it is tiring to meet such a patient. Not only is he sweating profusely, but he also has to keep him from moving around at all times, so as not to sprain the meridians.

"My lord, please don't move around, there is still an hour to endure, this injury must be rubbed, and the dirty blood must be rubbed away." The doctor beat himself with his hands The stiff waist said earnestly.

Huang Zilan was also watching Liao Tingyu's constant struggle, "Don't be like this, anyway, it hurts just for a while, and it will be fine. If you keep procrastinating like this, it will hurt more and more."

"Zilan, this isn't just a little pain, it's like you're throwing a knife at me." Liao Tingyu had no choice but to rub it with the doctor's hand, he was totally being tortured.

Liao Ming looked at his youngest son who couldn't stand the clothes at all, and he was helpless. He had been like this since he was a child, and he couldn't bear a little bit of suffering or pain.

Looking at her son's state, Deng felt distressed and angry at the same time. If she had known that it was like this, she should have stopped him and prevented him from doing such vile things.

See, this is retribution.

Liao Shi sat obediently by the side. Anyway, he couldn't help much, and he might become the target of venting.

Thinking of when I was a child, my younger brother would cry when he fell down, and he didn't see his voice become soft after crying for a long time.

So this person should live a rough life like him, remembering that when he climbed a tree and fell from it, he never shed a single tear.

Liao Ming looked at his son who was still struggling, looked out the window, listened to the sound of playing outside, and thought of a good idea.

He opened the door and pulled in the two children who had been left playing alone outside.

Mi Gao didn't know the situation, but only knew that his little uncle was injured, but his father, mother, grandparents and grandparents didn't let him take care of it, so he obediently took care of his younger brother.

Liao Tingyu's son, Mi Li, was even more dazed. He only knew that Dad was carried in yesterday and has been lying on the bed, but he also liked to lie on the bed before.

Two pairs of big eyes looked at Liao Ming, and Mi Gao asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong with little uncle? Are you okay now?"

Liao Ming rubbed the heads of the two children: "He has no major problems. He is very energetic now. He just misses you two. Grandpa will take you two to have a look."

Rice cake is very puzzled, isn't it always seeing each other?Why do you miss it so much?

Mi Li didn't think too much, and said childishly, "Mi Li also misses Daddy very much."

"Okay, Mi Li is good, let's go, let's go to see daddy." Liao Ming said kindly, picked up Mi Li, took Mi Cake with one hand and brought the two children in.

In the room, Liao Tingyu had just been pressed on the most painful place, completely ignoring Huang Zilan's pulling, trying to avoid this place.

There was still a little bit of light in his mouth, and he didn't see that the two children had already entered.

Mi Li was very strange, and said in an innocent tone: "Grandpa, why did Daddy call you light? Is that doctor grandpa beating Daddy?"

Liao Tingyu got stuck in his throat when he heard the familiar tone, and looked at the old and the young at the door in surprise.

Enduring the pain, he bared his teeth and said, "Brother, why did you bring these two brats in? Let them go out so they don't smell so bad, so as not to smoke them."

Liao Ming was unmoved: "It's all herbal medicines that stink. I brought them in to let them learn and see how brave their father and uncle are."

brave?Liao Tingyu's eyes were almost as big as dimples.

This father is too cruel.

Mi Li's question was not resolved, he looked at his Yingwei's father with cute eyes.

Liao Tingyu silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then the doctor's hands reached out to his wound.

Press it down hard, then draw a circle on your body, and press it again.

Liao Tingyu stretched his neck in pain, and even smiled slightly, and said to his son softly: "Daddy was talking to the grandpa doctor just now. The grandpa doctor gave daddy a heavy massage. My brother told him to lighten it up."

"Why do you want the doctor's grandpa to massage your father?"

"Because Daddy is injured, you need to massage and disperse the dirty things in the injured area, so that Daddy's wound will heal."

"How did my brother get hurt? Does it hurt? Where is the injury? Let me blow the rice grains."

Faced with such caring words from his son, Tingyu felt that his life was complete.

But when he looked at his son, he found the location of the pain without a teacher, and pressed it down with his chubby little hand.

Fortunately, he held back for a moment.

This moment made him seem to have experienced a trip to the mountain of swords.

Deng admired his son's last brave performance and cooked a bowl of noodles for his husband. He was so smart.

She almost lost all face this afternoon, and now she regrets raising her son so squeamishly.

The son is so old, and he has not grown up yet. In fact, Liao Tingyu is only 23 years old this year, and he has just graduated and entered the society in modern times.

After Liao Tingyu finally received the treatment, he worriedly asked Huang Zilan to ask about the condition of that pig.

"You're still thinking about that pig, it's all like this, you should take good care of your wounds, you need to use your brain less when you're injured, so that you can heal quickly." Huang Zilan wiped Liao Tingyu's body with pity.

"You see, I have been injured so badly, just because of a pig. If I don't know the result, I would be so grateful!" Liao Tingyu said pitifully.

Looking at her husband's determined expression, Huang Zilan knew that he couldn't be stopped. This man has always been stubborn.

"Okay, I'll go and see if that pig is alive or dead." Huang Zilan agreed.

Liao Tingyu, who was eating on the bed the next day, ushered in a very unwelcome guest.

"I also heard that you were injured. I came to see you. You see, I brought you your favorite roast leg of lamb. Eat some of this tonic." I didn't see the person but heard the sound Here comes the guy.

Liao Tingyu rolled his eyes and continued to drink his porridge very calmly.

"Hey, why do you drink this stuff? It's salty, spicy, and delicious without any nutrition for a day." Zhao Han strode into the room without seeing anything.

"Put your things away, boy, the visitor is not kind. You know that someone is injured, but you still bring these things. It's too obvious that you have ulterior motives. Those who don't know think how much hatred I have with you." Well, let the injured eat such greasy, fishy food." Liao Tingyu said sharply.

"Cut." Zhao Han naturally didn't mean that, he sat down and looked at this guy, and ate him without hesitation, not caring about him at all.

Anyway, as soon as he heard that this guy had an accident, he immediately ran over.

I also took a day off and paid for a jar of wine.

Really.

Why is it not the same as he imagined?

He rolled his eyes and thought of a good idea.

"Oh, this leg of lamb is really fragrant. It's so spicy and spicy. Oh, look at this oily yellow, how clear it is. This chef roasted it well."

"Uncle Liao, don't you think so?" He said and handed the leg of lamb to Liao Tianyu's nose, vowing to let him smell the fragrance.

Liao Tingyu thinks that Zhao Han is extremely childish, he is the most complete one made of many materials, isn't it delicious?

Although it is said that only a little salt is added, it is tender, fragrant and delicious, and the aftertaste is endless in his mouth. Does he care about this bit of mutton?

Besides, isn’t it too tiring to eat such a big leg of lamb?

Zhao Han didn't get it right, just as he expected, after eating more than half of it, he became very tired, and even drinking tea couldn't solve it.

But I didn't want to lose face, so I had to eat hard, but I couldn't swallow it in my mouth.

Seeing how pitiful he was, Liao Tingyu ordered him to cook a bowl of plum soup.

This plum soup is made by picking it up and drying it every time it is ripe. It is used less and less in this season, and it is usually used to make snacks.

"Okay, don't eat it if you can't eat it, and drink some soup." Liao Tingyu said, "You are already this old, and you are about to marry a wife and have a daughter-in-law. Don't be so naive. I will let my servants give it to you later." You scoop up a bowl of white porridge, take a sip, eat this meat, and drink something like rice to fill your heart, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable."

Zhao Han blushed nervously and was about to bleed, so he sat there obediently and drank a bowl of plum soup, which he usually couldn't afford.

Then he ate a mouthful of porridge made in the same pot as Liao Tingyu.

In the end, a pair of eyes stared like lanterns.

This is too delicious.

Liao Tingyu knew what he was thinking when he saw his expression, and said leisurely: "The rice in this week is also ordinary rice, but the boiled water is not nutritious, it is the chicken soup cooked last night, and this chicken soup is made with kelp The rice has been boiled for the third time, without any oil, but it has all the umami flavor of the chicken, plus some delicious peas and peanuts, the taste is naturally very good.”

Zhao Han nodded, and said sourly: "You eat so well even when you are injured, and I don't even have this kind of treatment."

Thinking of being injured in the military camp, it's just a matter of drinking some medicine, and it will be fine, and when I get home, I will keep things simple.

I am so pitiful.

Liao Tingyu looked at the usual hot-tempered people, but now he was a little sad, and couldn't help taking a step back, "If you have time in the future, you can come to my place during my recovery period, anyway, the kitchen cooks a lot, It's not bad for you."

When Zhao Han heard that you were like an iron rooster, he actually asked him to come over to eat, so he immediately returned to the pot and finished a bowl of porridge.

He cheekily handed the bowl to the maid next to him: "Luzhu, I want to drink another bowl, please get me another bowl."

Green Bamboo scooped up another bowl respectfully.

Then the pot gradually disappeared, and the fish soup in the crock pot in the county government's kitchen was already white.

On this day, Zhao Han drank porridge with Liao Tingyu for a whole day.