The full-level boss traveled through time and took his family to farm

Chapter 163
"I want to bandage myself." After waking up, he kept bandaging and changing the dressing himself, and he always thought that the person who changed the dressing for him before he woke up was Jiang Xiaoya, the only boy in the family.

"You said my brother, my brother is more shy and doesn't want to see you, don't you know that, by the way, because you insisted on going up to talk to him and made people faint, you forgot?"

Xu Shulou didn't want to admit to scaring people into unconsciousness.

He thought that when he didn't kill or set fire, his face was in line with the appearance of Mr. Pianpian.

"It's all... you helped change the dressing?" Xu Shulou asked cautiously despite being unrequited.

Lu Jingzhi was a little impatient, "The smell of blood is already so strong, are you going to take off your clothes or not?"

Those who make big things don't stick to the small details.

No, just change the medicine.

Lu Jingzhi really didn't have any opinion on these.

He has forgotten how Xu Shulou was stripped of his clothes and how he was pushed down to apply a layer of cool ointment on the cracked wound on his back.

When my mind went online again, I found myself lying on the bed under the quilt and fell asleep.

From sleeping in the afternoon to sunset, the whole person was dazed and lonely, as if the world had abandoned him, he struggled to get up.

But when the stabbing pain came from behind, he had to lie down again.

Blame her.

Xu Shulou, who was belatedly aware of it, began to feel aggrieved. If he hadn't asked to help with writing, he would not have fallen into this situation.

The coolness of the ointment on the wound has disappeared, leaving only a dull pain like needle pricks from time to time.

There was a noisy sound outside the house.

It seems that their family is going to eat at this time.

No, smell the aroma, and listen carefully to what they are saying—they have already finished their meal.

Loneliness and melancholy spread out like smoke, occupying all limbs and bones.

Xu Shulou shrank his head down and covered himself completely with the quilt.

Just starve him to death.

Before he fell asleep again in a daze, the door was opened, and there were footsteps, and he moved his ears keenly.

This voice is Jiang Xiaomiao.

"I ate oil-splashed noodles today. I thought you could eat a portion of spicy and spicy food, but you didn't open your mouth when your wound burst open—brother, you're not dumb, and I don't treat patients harshly... that's all right now." " Lu Jingzhi put down the small tray, on which there was an oil lamp and two bowls, "It is impossible to add spicy and spicy, but I won these two bites for you."

Seeing through the flickering flames that no head was exposed under the quilt, Lu Jingzhi had a question mark on his face, raised his hand and lifted half of his quilt: "What kind of strange sleeping habit is this? You, don't be afraid to put yourself out of bed." Smothered?"

Speaking of it, Jiang Wunian seemed to be so scared by her ghost story that he balled himself into a ball these two days, wishing to bury his head in the quilt and go to sleep.

Every night she goes to check her breath.

Xu Shulou wanted to pretend to be asleep.

How could his little trick be fooled by Lu Jingzhi.

Hearing the messy breathing sound, Lu Jingzhi could be sure that the person was awake.

She didn't think about Xu Shulou's pretending to be asleep, she just thought that his wound hurt, he didn't like to move, and he didn't like to talk to her.

After the door was closed, Xu Shulou got up and put on his clothes to eat.

The Jiang family's food is very good, and every day's meals can bring new surprises to Xu Shulou.

What he looks forward to every day during this time is to eat.

Today is no exception.

But after seeing the two bowls on the tray, Xu Shulou's originally excited heart burst.

There is a little noodles in a small palm-sized bowl.

It was the oily noodles that Lu Jingzhi mentioned.

And in the next bowl is a bowl of porridge.

Boiled over high heat, the white rice melts, soft and sweet.

(End of this chapter)