When the old man looked at the handful of vegetables, his muddy eyes were dark and terribly dark, and he said, "Who asked you to move the vegetables in my yard?"

"what!"

Duanmu Yawang was frightened, and the vegetables in his hand fell to the ground tremblingly, "Grandpa, this is your dish. Cook it for you. Shouldn't you pick your dish?" I can eat, so I don’t want to eat your food."

The old man's face looks better now, "In the future, without my permission, even if it is picked for food, I am not allowed to enter the vegetable garden without authorization!"

"Yes!"

Duanmu Yawang responded.

The old man was already hungry and waved impatiently, "Don't make a noise, let's cook faster!"

"OK."

Duanmu Yawang immediately lowered his voice obediently, and cleanly washed the vegetables again, cut them into pieces with scissors, and put them in the pot for cooking.

She secretly rolled her eyes with her back to the old man while she was cooking.

You shit, you are really disrespectful of the old. A junior of mine saved your life and even cooked for you, so I didn't want to share what I had grown.

I've seen someone picking up, and I've never seen someone like this one!

After preparing the dishes, Duanmu Yawang looked at her only bowl and a small basin, and hesitated to the old man: "Grandpa, look, I only have one bowl..."

"You eat the bowl."

The old man is really not at all polite, pointing to a small pot and saying: "I just eat this one."

Duanmu Yawang: "..."

This small bowl was filled with soup that she carefully boiled with precious medicinal materials and animal bones. Because of her heart and lung problems, she would drink this soup every day.

This is also the amount for two people, but as soon as he opens his mouth, he eats it directly with a small pot!

If she doesn't give her the food, she has to eat all the medicinal soup by herself. What does he want her to eat?

Duanmu Yawang took a deep breath, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the sullenness in her chest, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth and asked, "Then grandpa, what should I eat?"

The old man said nonchalantly: "You can use a spoon to spoon a bowl to eat."

In other words, is this giving her a bowl of charity?

What can there be in a bowl of bone soup!

Can she usually eat three bowls by herself? Does it make her hungry?

Duanmu Yawang had never met such a person before, so she secretly swallowed this breath, nodded and said: "Okay, then I will first spoon a bowl to eat, and you will take the rest and eat slowly."

"Um."

The old man replied slowly, his attitude was cold and arrogant, he almost didn't stimulate Duanmu Yawang to vomit blood on the spot.

In the end, Duanmu Yawang was holding a bowl, and drank the only bowl of soup pitifully, eating the meat and soup very clean, and finally sucked the bone marrow for a long time before putting it down reluctantly. Bowl.

After she finished eating, the masked old man was still holding a basin, gnawing meat and bones, sucking bone marrow, and occasionally drank two sips of soup. His face was softer than ever before, and he knew the beauty at first glance.

Duanmu Yawang watched him eat, her half-hungry stomach was noisy.

After the old man finished eating a small pot of soup, he handed the pot to Duanmu Yawang, who reached out and took it: "Grandpa, do you still want to eat vegetable soup?"

"full."

The old man said lightly: "Don't eat it for now."

"...!"

I'm full, don't eat for now, but you won't give me food!

Besides, you can put this pot back to its original place by yourself, so why do you want me to put it back for you?

How old is it!

Duanmu Yawang was so angry that she almost ran away!

The old man didn't realize it, thinking of something, and asked her: "Generally speaking, it is taken after meals. Where is my medicine?"

He understands it quite well.

Duanmu Yawang murmured in her heart, then took out two bottles of medicine from her arms, poured out two pills each from them, handed them to him, and said, "These four medicines are one meal, three meals a day."

"good."

The old man took the medicine and was about to take it. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the green, tender vegetables and the beautiful soup in the pot. His eyes moved: "Spoon a little soup and give me the medicine."

Duanmu Yawang could only give him a spoon with a basin, and then hand it to him.

He took a sip and then drank all the soup in the basin. He didn't take the medicine, so he passed the basin to her: "I just passed the mouth, the medicine is bitter, and I need more soup."

Seeing that the soup is delicious, just say it if you want to drink more!

Duan Mu Yawang pouted her mouth, spit in her heart, took the basin, and under his old-eyed sharp gaze, she spooned at least two bowls for him before handing him the basin.

The old man took it and drank the two bowls of soup almost before he started to take the medicine.

After eating, the old man stood up.

Duanmu Yawang looked worried, "Grandpa, it's best not to move if you have injuries. Where are you going?"

"The stone bed is hard, and lying down is not good for the wound."

After that, he walked towards his cave without looking back.

Duanmu Yawang watched him go, and saw him go to the stone cave gate with a lift in his hand, and the stone gate opened automatically. After he entered, the stone gate automatically landed and covered everything in the cave.

The old man disliked that Duanmu Yawang's stone bed was uncomfortable, and went back to his cave to rest and sleep.

Even so, he seems to have a pair of clairvoyance. After cooking and eating at Duanmu Yawang every day, he just happened to come out, taking medicine for the people, eating and drinking here in Duanmu Yawang.

After eating, drinking and playing, took the medicine slowly, and then slowly walked back to his cave.

This went back and forth for several days.

A few days later, during lunch one day, Duan Muya looked at the soup and said to the old man: "Grandpa, the thread of your wound has been removed, and the wound has almost healed. You can stop taking the medicine."

Hearing the words, the old man drank the soup. He wrung his eyebrows and stared at her sharply: "My wound has just been scabbed, and you are going to leave it alone. Is this your doctor's way?"

What does it mean to leave it alone?

Duanmu Yawang wanted to sneer, besides, "Grandpa, medicine is three-point poison. Taking too much medicine is always bad for your health. Now you mainly focus on recuperation, and you don't really need to take medicine."

"Whether I want to eat or not is my business!"

The old man hummed twice, flicked his sleeves after drinking, and left without asking Duanmu Yawang for medicine.

However, he came in the same way for dinner in the evening.

The meat that should be eaten has not fallen out like the vegetables. The only thing I forget is the medicine I insist on taking, and I leave every time I eat the meat and vegetables.

"..."

Duanmu Yawang was too lazy to break him down, let alone chasing him.

After a few more days, the old man's originally pale and rickety body was actually cultivated by Duanmu Yawang, and not only was Duanmu Yawang's illusion, he was younger.