But no matter what he said nicely or scolded, she never changed.

That night, Shaoyin came in with a bowl of nugget soup, sprinkled with shallots, and the white and green were very beautiful. On top, lies a poached egg.

Pei Jiufeng looked away from the bowl and landed on her hand. She is a person who does things, her hair can go for a long time without washing, but her hands are always clean and her nails are cut short.

It's just that at this moment, the hands are covered with dry and cracked holes, as well as scratches and scratches, and the already skinny hands are even more invisible.

Pei Jiufeng knew that this was because the weather was cold and life was even harder to do. It was like a spark in his heart, which made his heart tremble.

"I eat the pimple soup, you eat the eggs." He raised his eyes and said.

He lay in bed for half a month.

For the past two weeks, because of his broken leg, he couldn't do anything and could only lie in the house.

He didn't feel cold because he was covered with the quilt. He didn't feel hungry either, because he always had two meals a day. He doesn't feel lonely either, because Wang Dachun will take care of him.

She wiped his face and feet, poured his excrement, prepared food for him, and boiled medicine for him.

Don't argue with him for a bite.

Pei Jiufeng knew that this was fake, and it was the plot of a demon.

But still stuck a little bit.

Chapter 61 The Tyrant's Vase 13 He doesn't want to see her anymore. ...

Shaoyin slashed lightly on his forehead: "Do you know how expensive eggs are? Eat them quickly."

Eggs are not available every day, she will give him one every two or three days.

She was even more reluctant to eat it herself.

Pei Jiufeng knew clearly in her heart and wanted to say, "If you don't eat it, then I won't eat it," but her throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and she couldn't make a sound.

He can't say it, saying it means he has conceded defeat to the demon, he admits that he has been tricked, and he has a feeling of dependence on Wang Dachun.

His throat rolled a few times, and finally he hardened his heart, and without saying a word, reached out and took the bowl of nugget soup.

The fingertips touched the back of her hand, like a lump of ice, making his hand to take the bowl tremble.

She was just starting a fire, and she was holding a bowl of hot nugget soup in her hand, so she was not hot?

He held the lump soup, scooped it with a small spoon, and swallowed it one by one.

She sat on the edge of the bed again, staring at him eating. He was used to it, and no longer felt like he was on pins and needles, just let her see.

However, the corner of the light could not help but fall on her arm that was propped by the bed. Her clothes are very short, and her wrists are exposed. She is thin and thin, and her skin is covered with scars, criss-crossing, and there are countless.

No wonder her hands are so cold.

Now that it is close to late autumn, she is wearing short single clothes.

After drinking the lump soup, the poached egg was left at the bottom of the bowl. Pei Jiufeng has developed a habit of eating the best food last.

He resisted the undignified act of licking his lips, tightened his lips, scooped up the round and beautiful poached egg with a small spoon, brought it to his mouth, and bit out half of it with his mouth wide open!

fragrant! tender! slip!

The taste buds are fully appeased, and there is a feeling of satisfaction.

Pei Jiufeng no longer laughs at himself, he now feels that any food is precious and delicious. Chew well and swallow, open your mouth again, and eat the other half.

A bowl of hot lump soup filled the stomach, and there was an indescribable feeling of fullness.

Pei Jiufeng felt happy and satisfied again.

He is very easy to be satisfied now, and it feels good to have food and drink and someone watching him beside him.

But Wang Dachun must not feel good.

"You can buy a coat with money." He looked up at her and said when he handed her the empty bowl.

Shaoyin took the bowl, stood up from the bed, and said nonchalantly, "What do you spend that money for? It's not convenient to work if you wear thick clothes."

While talking, he walked out with an empty bowl.

Pei Jiufeng was in a hurry for a while, and said to her back: "Don't be reluctant to spend money! You don't have to spend other money, you must buy your cotton-padded clothes!"

For example, the facial grease for skin care can be used to wipe the face and hands to prevent chapped, so he did not mention it.

She couldn't bear to eat even a mouthful of white noodles, she couldn't bear to spend money on it.

But the clothes were different. It was going to be late autumn soon, so she had to wear thicker clothes.

"I know, I know." She replied casually and left the room.

There was a sound of water outside, she was washing the dishes.

Pei Jiufeng sat in the room, her lips tightened unconsciously, and she suddenly thumped out of bed!

"Damn!"

She didn't plan to buy it at all.

And if he broke his leg, he couldn't go out and buy it for her.

"Damn it!"

He actually wanted to buy her clothes!

Realizing this, Pei Jiufeng beat the bed even harder.

Damn that monster!

Damn it for such a heart attack!

It's even more damnable to make him willing to step into the game even though he knows it's a game!

But after calming down, his mood calmed down a bit.

Things will be better soon.

Because the relief food is coming.

On this day, when Pei Jiufeng was at home alone, he heard cheers from the street, and the words "disaster relief food" faintly came into his ears, and he smiled slightly.

Now Wang Dachun can eat rice.

It is unlikely to eat dry rice like him, but drinking a bowl of gruel is still not a problem.

He thought so, and sat happily on the bed, waiting for her to come home.

After about two quarters of an hour, a familiar "squeak" came from the courtyard gate. Pei Jiufeng immediately sat up straight and turned to look in the direction of the door: "Are you back?"

"Yeah." A clear voice answered.

But not much joy.

Pei Jiufeng frowned slightly, and she couldn't wait for her to enter the room, so she raised her voice and asked, "I heard someone shouting outside to put food for disaster relief, right?"

While speaking, Shao Yin came into the room.

He pouted and complained, "What kind of food for disaster relief? The porridge is so thin that you can see people's shadows."