The delicate boy I picked up after traveling through the book is a big devil

Looking at the sky, Song Yu prepared to go back. It was getting dark earlier and earlier, and the mountains were full of dangers at night.

"Brother Dahu, I want to go back, you..." Song Yu didn't finish his words.

Liu Hu then responded, "I'm going back too. It's getting late, I should go back now."

"Okay, let's go down the mountain together." Song Yu said.

She had a good harvest today, but Song Yu took a look at what Liu Hu had in his hand, which was just two pheasants and a hare.

This was probably the day with the least harvest he had ever had since he started hunting.

On the way down the mountain, neither of them spoke. Before they reached home, Liu Hu suddenly asked, "Doctor Xiao Song, I heard that your cousin came to see you."

Song Yu tilted his head to look at him and said, "Yeah, yes."

This has spread throughout the village and is no longer a secret.

"Then, will you leave the village with him?" Liu Hu asked.

Song Yu said: "Not for the time being."

"Are you leaving later?" Liu Hu's voice suddenly became louder and a little excited.

Song Yu was puzzled by his emotions and said, "It's hard to say now."

Even if she didn't go with Su He, she would still go home in the future. It's just that she hasn't found the way home yet.

"Brother Dahu, I'm here and I'll go back first." Song Yu said, pointing to his own front door.

Liu Hu glanced at Song Yu's house, then looked at Song Yu again, and then held out his hand: "This is for you."

He handed Song Yu a pheasant.

Song Yu refused repeatedly: "No, you didn't catch much today. Thank you for your kindness."

"I just, I'm not..." Liu Hu wanted to explain that the reason he didn't hunt much today was because he took the wrong path.

But then I thought about the fact that I was leaving with Song Yu today, and I couldn't bring myself to explain it.

"You, you take it." Liu Hu stuffed the pheasant into Song Yu's hand, and then left quickly without waiting for her reaction.

Song Yu stood in place, holding the bloody pheasant in his hand. Liu Hu's movement just now was a bit too big, squeezing out the blood from the chicken.

Now her hands are covered in chicken blood.

Song Yu sighed, took the half-dead chicken and prepared to go home, but saw a pile of mushrooms on the ground at the door.

These should have been given to her by the older sisters and sisters-in-law in the village.

She opened the door and wanted to put down the things in her hands before taking the mushrooms.

As soon as he stepped into the yard, Su He's figure appeared at the door of the main hall: "You're back." His voice was filled with joy.

Song Yu looked up, smiled and nodded: "Yeah, I picked a lot of things today."

The joyful expression on Su He's face faded a lot when he touched the pheasant in Song Yu's hand.

He stepped out of the door and casually asked, "Why did you bring back a pheasant?"

Song Yu lifted the rather heavy pheasant in his hand and said, "It was from our village, Brother Liu Hu. He went hunting in the mountains and gave me one when he came back."

"Liu Hu?" Su He asked.

Song Yu nodded: "Yes, he was the one who gave me the candy beans."

Su He lowered his head to glance at the clueless cat at his feet, and the more he looked at it, the more annoyed he became.

"There are mushrooms picked by the village sisters-in-law outside the door. I can make a pheasant stewed with mushrooms in the evening." Song Yu said that she thought it was delicious in her mind, and she thought it would taste even better when it was cooked.

Song Yu first brought all the things in and put them away, then asked Su He, "Did anyone come to see me today?"

Su He nodded: "Yes, I'll ask him to come back tomorrow morning."

Song Yu nodded and said he would come back tomorrow, as it seemed like it was not a very important matter.

She looked at the herbs, then at the chicken in her hand, and decided to take one of them out first.

She looked at Su He and asked, "Can you kill a chicken?"

Su He glanced at the dead chicken on the ground and said, "Isn't it already dead?"

When he asked this, Song Yu understood and said, "Forget it, I'll do it myself."

She went to the kitchen to boil water, and while waiting for the water to boil, she went to the yard to wash the herbs.

When she took out the Ganoderma lucidum, Su He was also a little surprised: "This is, Ganoderma lucidum?"

Song Yu nodded, feeling very happy: "Yes, after I process it, I will take it to the town to sell it tomorrow. It can fetch a lot of money."

After hearing this, Su He thought of something and asked, "Does anyone else know?"

"what?"

"The story about you picking Ganoderma lucidum." Su He said.

Song Yu replied quietly: "No, I hid it very carefully. After all, people's hearts are unpredictable."

Su He listened to her and didn't know how to react for a moment. Song Yu sometimes looked silly, but sometimes seemed very smart.

"Then why did you let me see it?" Su He asked.

Song Yu blurted out: "You are different."

Su He's eyes moved slightly, and he asked, "What's the difference between me and them?"

Song Yu said, "You don't remember anything."

Song Yu understood that Su He remembered nothing, so he provided him with food and clothing, and also treated his injuries.

The relationship between her and Su He is one of being dependent and being dependent.

Su He is naturally different from others.

But such an answer made Su He grit his teeth secretly: "Just that?" He asked with some unwillingness to give up.

Song Yu was confused: "Ah? What else?"

Su He exhaled a breath of turbid air and said, "Yeah, yes, that's it."

Song Yu was quick and agile, and he cut and processed the herbs very quickly.

After the first cleaning, the water in the stove was turned on.

She stood up again and plucked the feathers from the neck of the half-dead pheasant in the yard. With a flick of the knife, the blood from the pheasant's body slowly flowed out along its neck.

Because it was already injured and there was not much blood left in its body.

So it was cleaned up in a short while.

Song Yu scooped the water from the pot into the bucket, then lifted the pheasant by its legs and soaked its entire body in the boiling water.

Su He was watching from the side. Song Yu only looked at her and his first impression was that she was a weak little girl.

But he does things with great determination, plucking, slaughtering and cleaning the internal organs in one go.

Su He couldn't help but ask, "Were you a chicken butcher before?"

Song Yu was concentrating on cleaning the loose feathers on the pheasant. Without even looking up, he replied, "No, this is my first time doing it myself. I've only seen others slaughtering pheasants before."

"Then you have a talent for this," Su He said.

Song Yu nodded happily: "I think so too."

Sauté the chicken in oil, add peppercorn seasoning, homemade cooking wine, and water to cover the chicken by one finger.

Bring to a boil over high heat, then reduce to a simmer.

Gurgling, the aroma is coming out, wait until the water is reduced by half a finger, then add the mushrooms.

Then simmer slowly.

While the chicken was stewing, Song Yu was not idle at all and went to process other medicinal ingredients.

By the time she had processed all the herbs, the chicken soup in the pot was almost ready.

She scooped some millet and added it to the soup to make a simple clay pot rice.

When she brought the food to the table, the aroma filled the entire table.

Song Yu picked out some meat and put it in a bowl specially for candied beans.

Two people and a cat, dinner time begins.