Buddhist Miracle Doctor: The Dark Prince, Can't Get Rid of Him

Now Xue Wenyu had to admit that this woman was really amazing.

He felt that it was necessary to go to the place where Zhao grew up in person when he had time.

In the evening, the soldiers here also hunted a lot of game, roasted it over a fire, and soon the fragrance filled the air.

However, Shang Xiaohu, who had eaten a beggar's chicken, wanted to vomit after taking a bite of the chicken roasted by his subordinates.

"What? It's so disgusting. Go, pick some lotus leaves to wrap it, and then put some mud on the outside to cover it." Shang Xiaohu directed.

Shang Xiaohu was a little annoyed. In the afternoon, he deliberately strolled to the tent by the lake and listened to the laughter inside.

He saw a few people doing something inside the tent through the gap. He was curious and wanted to go in, but he didn't have the nerve to do so.

He also went to the place where they dug something, but he couldn't be sure what kind of wild animal they dug.

He thought Xue Wenyu was the stupidest. It was obvious that with his status, it was only natural for him to go and eat with those people. He didn't need a reason. So why didn't he go?

In the tent, the dumplings had been wrapped. Although they were of different shapes and half of them were ugly, all six people were very happy.

Old man Tao, with flour on his beard, was giving orders, some making fire, some boiling water, some preparing large plates, and some chopping garlic cloves.

Brother Hui, with flour on his nose and cheeks, was counting the dumplings carefully.

"Mom, we made 632 dumplings." Brother Hui counted the numbers twice and got the same result, then turned around and told her with bright eyes.

It reminded me of the modern New Year’s Eve when the whole family gathered together to make dumplings, watch the party and wait for the New Year’s bell to ring in the early morning.

However, I was only sad for a short while before I recovered.

No matter where you are, you must cherish your life. Living well is worthy of the life given by your parents.

Brother Hui suddenly remembered something, walked to Mu Yingbao, and whispered, "Mom, I really want to swim a few laps in the lake. But my father's people are watching us on the shore."

"It's okay, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future." Mu Yingbao wiped the flour off the tip of the child's nose with a handkerchief and comforted him.

In fact, she also wanted to do it, but she had to endure it.

As they were talking, Xiao Tu said the water was boiling, and Mu Yingbao hurried over to make dumplings.

The others were busy setting the table and placing the dishes and chopsticks, which were still placed outside.

Tao Qingyuan has already planted a circle of mosquito repellent grass around the house, so you can eat it slowly without having to worry about mosquito bites.

Mu Yingbao noticed that Brother Hui had looked towards Xue Wenyu several times.

This silly child, really!

"Go ahead." Mu Yingbao couldn't bear to see the child in such a difficult situation, so she encouraged him. Anyway, the man named Xue might not come.

"Where's the mouth?" Brother Hui walked towards his father happily.

"Why doesn't this kid learn his lesson? The chicken at noon was given to that merchant kid." Tao Qingyuan sighed and said at the side.

"It's okay. He'll stop after a few times." Mu Yingbao said as he lifted the lid of the pot and stirred the dumplings.

In fact, Mu Yingbao felt very distressed when he saw the child returning home disappointed at noon.

This child is very pitiful. Like any other child, he needs the love and care of his parents.

Just after adding water to the pot, I saw Brother Hui coming back with a disappointed look on his face.

"Mother." Brother Hui smiled bitterly and spread his hands.

"This is too much. You come here and watch the pot, I'll go over to take a look. Why are you putting on airs in front of a child? Why are you pretending?" Mu Yingbao got angry.

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When Brother Hui heard this, he was so scared that he quickly stepped forward to stop them. "Don't be upset, mother. Forget it. We have too many sons. Just think about the time when father enjoyed eating dumplings so much."

Hearing Brother Hui say this, Mu Yingbao wanted to go even more; "Don't worry, I'm going there to invite him to dinner, I won't quarrel with him."

Brother Hui looked at his mother's expression and didn't believe it. He hugged her arms and looked at her pleadingly, refusing to let go.

"Girl, forget it." When Tao Qingyuan saw this situation, he quickly spoke up to dissuade her.

With her temper, it's hard to believe she could have a good talk with me. If things got out of hand, we'd end up arguing, and the atmosphere for eating dumplings wouldn't be good.

"Okay, then we won't go. It's his fault for not knowing what's good for him. If he hadn't come, we could have had one more meal. Oh, my son, the pot has been ruined." Mu Yingbao suddenly rushed to the edge of the pot and lifted the lid.

The blame was laid at the right time, successfully defusing a crisis.

Brother Hui and Tao Qingyuan looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Remember, be careful next time." Tao Qingyuan warned Brother Hui in a low voice.

Brother Hui nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. His filial piety almost got him into trouble.

It is already very good that the mother and father, who are incompatible with each other, can maintain the current situation.

"Brother Xiaotu, come in and help serve the dumplings." Brother Hui shouted quickly.

The three people outside the tent heard the sound, opened the tent curtain, and went in to help carry out the dumplings.

"You three eat these dishes first. Don't wait for us. They won't taste good if they get cold." Mu Yingbao reminded them. If she didn't sit at the table, Old Man Tao and Brother Hui would definitely not eat first. The pot was not big enough, so they had to cook them in two batches.

Xiaotu and the other two were all young men with big appetites, so Mu Yingbao cooked fifty pieces for each person.

"Okay, thank you, ma'am." Xiaotu already knew that it was right to listen to the ma'am in everything.

Mu Yingbao added some water into the pot, and after it boiled, this time it was enough for three people to cook one hundred meals.

The firewood under the stove was found by Xiaotu and his friends. It was very dry and burned very vigorously, and the water in the pot boiled immediately.

After cooking the pot, Tao Qingyuan Huige took out two dishes. Mu Yingbao turned down the fire and took the remaining dish out.

"Ma'am, it's delicious." When passing by Xiaotu's table, Xiaotu gestured to Mu Yingbao with puffed cheeks and gave a thumbs up. The other two just nodded, and only half of the food was left on the plates on their table.

"Eat slowly. If it's not enough, cook more." Mu Yingbao said with a smile.

Sitting on the blanket, Tao Qingyuan asked, "Girl, would you like to drink something? Dumpling soup? Or tea?"

"Come on, Brother Hui, tell him how that sentence goes." Mu Yingbao said to Brother Hui with a smile.

Brother Hui was preparing seasoning for himself, and when he heard this, he looked up at his great-grandfather; "Mom said that the more wine you drink, the better dumplings taste." "Prepare it now, Brother Hui, tell him how the saying goes?" Mu Yingbao said to Brother Hui with a smile.

Brother Hui was preparing the seasoning for himself. Hearing this, he looked up at his great-grandfather. "Mother said that the more you drink, the better dumplings taste."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Brother Hui was stunned.

Mu Yingbao noticed something strange and looked in the direction he was looking. It turned out to be Xue Wenyu walking towards them slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Mother." Brother Hui was not sure why his father came here, whether he changed his mind and came to eat dumplings together. Thinking of his mother's angry look just now, he was very worried.

Mu Yingbao looked at Brother Hui and felt sorry for him. She decided not to argue with him no matter what he came for or what he said. She would at least finish eating the dumplings with her child and go back.