So, it took her nearly a day to clean up the inside and outside of the house.

Looking at the renewed home, she was tired and paralyzed, lying on the wooden board in the corridor.

"Cococococo-"

It was already evening, just the porridge I drank in the morning, and my stomach was already groaning hungry.

She stood up again, cleaned up before, and found that there was still a pheasant in the kitchen, which was also dead.

After her pheasant was plucked and cleaned, she half-followed the wild mushrooms at home to make a pot of soup.

Half of it was also braised.

Inside the home, there is a strong fragrance immediately.

There is not much food in Jia's family, because when the food is ready, a part of the tax is paid out first.

There is not much left at home, so in order to eat the next autumn harvest, I have to save a little bit of food. Basically, I drink gruel.

Either they are cooked and eaten together with other miscellaneous grains, even this kind of hard-to-eat rice is rarely eaten.

On his side, there is a full jar of white rice.

After the rice is cooked, the aroma that comes out is really incredibly sweet.

"I'm back!"

The food is ready, and Helianchi is back.

"You wash up, come and eat!"

Jia Qingming walked outside and said with a smile to him.

In his hand, he dragged a dead tiger.

"Ok!"

Seeing Jia Qingming's smile like a flower, looking at the dead tiger in his hand, his face didn't change.

With a slight movement in his heart, he threw the dead tiger at the corner of the fence.

He took off his clothes again, and squatted there, washing his body with the spring water he had prepared earlier.

He washed it clean, turned his head, and looked in the direction of the kitchen.

Jia Qingming's figure is no longer there.

But in his heart, there is a warm current flowing shallowly.

This feeling is really unfamiliar.

For so many years, there seemed to be only hatred in his heart.

He looked around for a while and looked inside his home, as if everything had become different.

It seems to be the same, but it seems to be different.

Yes, it is clean!

It was clean, so he didn't dare to go back to the room to get clothes.

"Hey, I put the clothes here!"

Jia Qingming walked out of the inner room, put his clean clothes on the corridor, just glanced lightly, and she walked back to the kitchen with his sturdy figure.

Helian looked around and found that the place where he lived was originally at the foot of the mountain, and no one would come.

He is also a martial artist, and he is naturally clever.

He took off his clothes and quickly put on a clean one.

By the time he walked to the kitchen, she had already packed the dishes and meals.

"really not bad!"

Seeing the food on the table, He Lianchi looked a little moved.

How many years has it been, how many years has he had, and hasn't eaten this kind of relatively normal meal.

When fighting with the Northern Huns in the past, raw meat was eaten, and the things you made by yourself, no matter how unpalatable, can fill your stomach. It can also prove that you are at least alive.

In this way, do you still consider yourself a happier person?

"Eat!"

Jia Qingming looked at his slightly flushed eyes, and didn't know what he thought of suddenly.