The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

It was evening when Yu Wan and her group returned to the village. Every household started cooking, and the smoke was billowing in the village. The heat of discussion among the villagers had already passed, so it was no surprise that the two families appeared together.

Today I want to smoke bacon, and my aunt will stay at Awan's house all day, and dinner will be served here.

How's the business going? The auntie asked a little nervously. This was the first time her husband went to the town to show his face after he was crippled. She was worried that something might happen to him.

The uncle smiled and put the money bag he earned on the table.

The eldest aunt opened it and was shocked for a moment: Why are there so many?

The uncle said with high spirits: It's all sold out, even the marinade is sold out!

The servants of the general's mansion in Zhenbei set the precedent, and many customers who didn't buy braised pork followed suit, and bought marinade and cooked it by themselves.

There wasn't much marinade, but it didn't sell for much, but it couldn't stand the looting scene. Uncle had never been so satisfied when he was a cook in the capital.

So many... have they all been sold? That's a whole half of a pig, and a pair of pigs went into the water! The eldest aunt asked again, Is the pig offal also sold?

In poor villages where the last meal is never finished, pig offal is not something that can be thrown away at will. They are so hungry that they can even eat grass roots and Guanyin soil, but the people in the town are different, they just look at it. Don't go to the pig's water!

Yu Wan praised sincerely: Uncle's cooking is delicious, and there is no strange smell at all. After tasting it, everyone said it is better than stewed pork!

Uncle laughed so hard that he couldn't find the north, and he didn't know whether he was proud of his cooking skills, or proud of being praised by Yu Wan.

The eldest aunt lowered the corners of her raised lips and gave him a look: Virtue!

Afterwards, when Yu Song talked about Chunzhi's quarrel with the policeman, the eldest aunt was terrified when she heard it.

Thanks to the young lady of the general's mansion, the county government dare not make things difficult for us anymore. Yu Song said from the bottom of his heart, Her servants are also unassuming, gentle and polite, which shows that she is also like that. She also spoke for Third Uncle and the others, telling those stinky arresters not to bully us ordinary people.

What a nice man. The eldest aunt said with emotion.

Not as good as my elder sister! Little Tie Dan straightened his small body and said.

Hi, sister. The little girl learned her tongue.

Yu Wan was amused, she has mud legs, how can she be compared with the high-ranking daughter of the general? Children are so silly and cute.

She pinched the faces of the two little guys: Sister Sis didn't hurt you in vain, come, let's see what Sister Sis brought you?

As she spoke, she took out two attractive small paper packages from the basket.

Little Tie Dan's eyes instantly stared straight: Osmanthus Cake!

I want to eat. The little girl said.

Little Tiedan took his sister and happily went to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Jiang looked at them with a smile and a gentle face.

I don't need to sell stewed pork tomorrow, right? said the aunt, and the next market will be three days away.

Yu Wan nodded: There is no need to sell braised pork tomorrow, but we are going to the town to do some shopping.

Miss Bai appeared in the market today, not just to help them out, she heard that there is a stewed meat in the market in Zhenkou that tastes better than the stewed meat in Baiyulou, so she came here specially, but she didn't know that the other party was an acquaintance , after tasting Yu Wan's marinade, she decisively changed her mind and ordered their braised vegetables directly.

The aunt was so shocked that she didn't know what to do.

She has heard of Baiyulou, the largest restaurant in the town, ordinary people's things can't be sold at all, snowflake salt is not sold in the market, this is a special case, but braised pork is such a rare thing, they have a cook, Can't you do it yourself?

Yu Wan said: It's also our luck. Miss Bai's father is celebrating his birthday, and the cook is too busy, so he asked us to make stewed vegetables for her father's dinner.

Since Bai Yulou replaced it with snowflake salt, the taste of the dishes has risen by more than one level. There are so many customers that the cooks can't wait to break one into two.

It is a good thing to have a business, and it is even a good thing for a depressed husband to cheer up again, and my aunt did not disagree.

After finishing the business of Baiyulou, we will have a good year! Yu Song said expectantly. After speaking, he gave Yu Wan a stern look, I don't want to live with you!

The eldest aunt glared at him.

Yu Wan smiled, children, children speak without restraint.

The uncle was suddenly silent.

He thought of the third brother in Northwest Daying, their family was lively and lively, but the third brother was born and died in the border.

Uncle. Yu Wan called him softly.

The eldest aunt sighed: He misses your father.

Yu Wan paused for a moment, then looked towards Jiang Shi, and saw that Jiang Shi, who was originally smiling, was also staring at the sky in a daze.

Aunt...you miss Dad too, don't you?

When Dad left, Little Tiedan hadn't been born yet, and in six years, he was already this big.

...

At noon, in the Northwest Camp, where the wind and snow were all over the sky, there was not even the slightest smell of fireworks.

Ever since three meals a day were canceled, the boiler in the kitchen has never been heated up at noon.

Wearing the old armor that was repaired last night, Yu Qingqing went to a tent that was newly built overnight with an expression of ice.

Outside the camp, there was a young soldier holding a spear waiting in line.

Seeing Yu Shaoqing approaching, he stretched out his hand to stop him: What are you doing?

Yu Shaoqing looked at the wooden box in his hand and said: This is something that Gui Delang has not finished packing. He sent a message asking me to bring it to him. You can give it to him.

Wait. The soldier said, It's better for you to hand over such a precious thing to General Gui Delang yourself.

Yu Shaoqing glanced at the torn cotton wool in the box, and said calmly, Okay.

As he said that, he wanted to go inside.

The soldiers stopped him again: Hey? Did I tell you to go in? Gui Delang lined up his troops until late at night last night. He didn't sleep for a few hours. He just took a rest. Just wait for him to wake up.

Then I'll come back later. Yu Shaoqing said.

The soldier said again: What if General Gui Delang wakes up as soon as you leave? You can simply wait here! General Gui Delang sleeps lightly, and he may wake up in a while.

Yu Shaoqing waited expressionlessly outside the tent in the wind and snow.

The soldier glanced at him, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a sarcasm.

Yu Shaoqing waited in the blizzard for a full two hours, his hands and feet were so cold that he lost consciousness, his body was covered with heavy snow, his lips were so dry and cracked that when he moved slightly, bloodshot eyes flowed out.

Hate~

A delicate voice came from the tent, followed by a charming woman walking out.

The woman pulled up the slipped shirt and gave Yu Shaoqing a meaningful look.

Yu Shaoqing didn't even move her eyelids.

The woman swayed her soft waist, and the fragrant wind floated past him.

The soldier brought hot water into the tent, and when he came out with a basin of used hot water, Yu Shaoqing said expressionlessly, Can I send Gui Delang's things in?

The soldier said sarcastically: I'm afraid it won't work, Centurion, the general just passed the password, ordering Gui Delang to wake up and go to his camp to discuss government affairs immediately, or you... come back later?

Chief Commander? That must be Big Brother Yu!

Yan Congming can't match Brother Yu's finger!

Old Yu has killed so many barbarians, and has been stabbed several times in the stomach! Can Yan Congming's shrunken turtle compare?

The commander-in-chief is none other than Lao Yu! Yan Congming is nothing!

Looking at Yu Shaoqing's back gradually being submerged by the blizzard, the soldier scoffed, You're a fart!