"I want to eat."
Qin Huairu blurted out.
Who wouldn't crave such a big pot of fragrant meat?
Not to mention eating meat.
Just the thought of drinking soup was too beautiful.
However…
Qin Huairu answered instinctively.
It was an instinctive reaction.
As soon as she said that, she realized that she was in a strange old man's house.
Moreover, this old man could die at any moment.
His voice was hoarse and low.
The room was filled with a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.
In an instant.
Qin Huairu's body tensed up.
Her pretty face turned pale.
He quietly lowered his head and glanced at Song Qingshan.
He found that the old man was looking at him up and down with ill intentions.
It's already.
Instantly.
Qin Huairu felt a chill run down her spine. She retreated in fear and asked with chattering teeth,""W-what are you doing?"
Song Qingshan retracted his gaze.
He raised his hand and added a handful of firewood to the stove.
There was no oil lamp in the room.
She was wearing a worn-out cotton jacket, a cap, and a face that did not match her age.
The overall style was indeed sinister.
Song Qingshan did not pay attention to Qin Huairu, who was like a frightened bird.
Why are you asking me?
The piece of meat that was given to him for free had evil thoughts again.
If only my little brother could speak now.
The hungry wolves would have long pounced on them.
Song Qingshan felt a wave of regret.
However…
He was not in a hurry.
Before they achieved their goal, the mother and son of the Jia family would not give up.
Qin Huairu was like a piece of meat stewed in this pot.
Sooner or later, he would have to eat it.
Song Qingshan did not speak, and Qin Huairu did not dare to either.
The two of them were in a stalemate.
It lasted for about ten minutes.
Song Qingshan suddenly stood up, grabbed a piece of coarse salt from the salt vat, and threw it into the pot.
In this era.
There were too few seasonings.
Except for this handful of salt.
There was also a small piece of ground star anise, which Song Qingshan had obtained with great difficulty when he was buying meat.
Song Qingshan scooped up some soup with a spoon.
He savored it.
Although it couldn't compare to his previous life, it still had a different flavor.
Song Qingshan picked up a small piece of meat and placed it in his bowl.
She started eating by herself.
Qin Huairu, who was standing at the side, watched as the old man gobbled up the food. His mouth was so full of food that a waterfall flowed down.
At the same time, he was surprised.
Wasn't this old man's teeth too good?
She ate meat so quickly.
"If you want to eat meat, do it yourself. Do you still want me to serve you?”
Song Qingshan finished a piece of meat.
Only then did she raise her head and glance at Qin Huairu in annoyance.
The system rewarded him with 30 pounds of meat.
Song Qingshan only bought five catties of ribs and five catties of lean meat. He stewed them all in a big pot.
He definitely couldn't finish it all by himself.
Since he planned to let Qin Huairu carry on his family line, he would give him some small favors first.
"Ah…"
Song Qingshan suddenly opened his mouth, and Qin Huiru let out a startled cry.
"Old, Old Master, are you really giving it to me?”
Qin Huairu asked tentatively.
At noon, she ate three steamed buns with white flour at the Jia family's house. It was already the best food she had eaten in the past six months.
He remembered back then.
When he took the third steamed bun, Jia Dongxu stared at him as if he was going to kill him.
Because of steamed buns with white flour.
Since he was a city dweller, he could not eat once or twice a month.
Let alone meat.
"If I tell you to eat, then eat. Why are you talking so much nonsense?”
Qin Huairu was too skinny now.
Her hair was also yellow and yellow, and it was obvious that she was malnourished.
With her physical fitness, she could not even conceive for ten months.
It was hard to do housework.
Moreover, Song Qingshan liked meaty things. It was much warmer to hide under the covers in the middle of winter.
"Thank you, old mister."
Upon hearing Song Qingshan's words, Qin Huairu's eyes lit up. She walked over to the cooking pot with light steps.
Then, he carefully picked up the spoon.
She didn't dare to take a big piece of meat.
She scooped up a piece of pork rib root that didn't have much meat, and this was when she looked at Song Qingshan with no change in her gaze.
Only then did he dare to scoop it up and eat it.
When she ate, she would take small bites.
"Hmm, his mental state isn't too bad. He's worth teaching.”
Seeing Qin Huiru's cautious manner…
Song Qingshan nodded in satisfaction.
From these subtle movements, it could be seen that Qin Huairu's nature was not bad.
As for the original novel, which sucked blood and attracted bees and butterflies.
Except for the atmosphere in the courtyard.
There was also the reason why she could not live as a widow with three children.
The current Qin Huairu.
Song Qingshan was still at ease.
If Qin Huairu had picked a large piece of meat and wolfed it down…
That meant that Qin Huairu was that kind of person.
Then Song Qingshan would wait for her to finish the meat.
He would definitely chase her away.
Not long after.
Qin Huairu finished the small bone that she had fished out from the pot, and the meat on it was cleanly eaten.
He even chewed the marrow in his bones.
After eating.
She stood there and stared at Song Qingshan.
"Continue eating. This pot is enough for today.”
Song Qingshan said generously.
"Mmm, it's delicious."
Qin Huairu immediately beamed with joy when she heard this. She picked up the spoon again and scooped up a piece of steak for Song Qingshan and placed it in his bowl.
Then, he scooped it up for himself.
His movements were still cautious.
Just like that.
In the middle of the night.
A hundred-year-old man and a virgin girl from the countryside.
In a shabby room.
He had been eating stewed meat for more than an hour.
Qin Huairu had never felt as good as today.
He ate the meat in big mouthfuls.
He drank the hot meat soup.
He felt his body warm and light.
She felt that…
This meal of meat could make him gain a few pounds of fat.
Song Qingshan raised his sleeve to wipe his mouth. Then, he glanced at Qin Huairu, who had taken the initiative to clean up the bones and stove.
He said,
"I'll clean it up tomorrow."
"Eat your fill. It's getting late. Go to bed first.”
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