Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 14
After hearing Su Mengchen's words, Song Wanzhi took another look at the white fox dumpling who was covering herself tightly, and nodded: "Good name."

Good name? !

The little fox immediately exposed his eyes from under the big tail, and groaned to express his dissatisfaction.

Is that a good name? !Why is he still "young" after living for hundreds of years?Or Xiaobai? !
Song Wanzhi asked again: "Where did this little fox come from?"

Su Mengchen said: "I picked it up from the mountain."

Song Wanzhi smiled: "Very cute."

She looked at Xiaobai with focused eyes, as clear as a childish girl, and her whole body was enveloped in the lights, as if about to turn into a puff of smoke.

The wind and snow outside the window came suddenly and hurriedly, and in the silence, only the sound of falling snowflakes all over the world was heard, rustling.

But at this time, the door suddenly "squeaked" and was blown open by the cold wind, and the snow rolled all over the sky, and Song Wanzhi's clothes were blown up. Seeing the man standing in front of her, she walked to the door, closed the door, and propped it up with the wooden pole next to her.

Song Wanzhi felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart.

Su Mengchen turned around and said, "It's not long, the girl rests first, and the snow will stop tomorrow if she wants to come. Then I will send the girl down the mountain, how about it?"

Song Wanzhi didn't refuse, nodded slightly, and was about to speak, but saw the man turn around and enter the back room, and then moved the stove into the room with the bed, saying: "It's cold at night."

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "Thank you."

Su Mengchen nodded lightly, then walked out, gently put down the bamboo curtain when going out, and retreated silently.

Song Wanzhi heard his footsteps and seemed to go to the chair and sit down again.

Song Wanzhi turned her head and looked at the bamboo bed. There was nothing in the room, and she didn't know how this person lived on this mountain for so long.

At the beginning, she vaguely felt that he had an indescribable feeling about him, thinking that this man might not be a farmer, maybe he just came to the mountains by accident, but how could he be so skilled at cooking just now? Can learn in two days?And just now under the lamp, she saw his fingers, although they were as slender as green bamboos, there was indeed a thin layer of calluses on his hands, which was not caused by weapons, but was left over from years of hard work.

Song Wanzhi confirmed again and again, and just thought that this person might be a real farmer, or maybe the family lived in seclusion again all the year round, living a leisurely life like picking chrysanthemums and going southeast, not associating with the worldly people, that's all.

Lying on the green bamboo bed, Song Wanzhi could only smell a faint cold fragrance, like the breath of green bamboo in the rain, deep and quiet.

A feeling of Enron suddenly rose.

Song Wanzhi closed her eyes, as if the dream also carried the cold fragrance of the cold pond, deep into her bones.

When she woke up, the sky was already bright, Song Wanzhi opened the curtain, and saw two bowls of porridge already set on the table.

The door is open.

The outside was covered with snow and misty. When she walked out of the house, she saw a wooden ladder erected on the wall next to her. She took a few steps outside and raised her head, but saw a man standing on the roof, removing the accumulated snow. Push it down little by little.

It was probably because the snow was heavy last night, and it piled up like this, and I was afraid that the small house would be overwhelmed.

Su Mengchen saw her and said: "The porridge is ready, it should be almost the same, it will be bad when it is cold."

Song Wanzhi nodded: "My lord, come down and eat too."

Su Mengchen looked at her.

What does it feel like?Someone is asking him to eat, has there been such a scene in his past life?

(End of this chapter)