It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Zhuo Yiqing was born in a family of martial arts and began martial arts at the age of three. It has been twenty years since then. Now the foundation of twenty years has been completely destroyed. No matter how good his physical fitness is, he can't recover in three to five days.

During the period when Zhuo Yiqing was lying in bed, Wen Ai always took care of him before and after running, serving him tea and water, making medicine and porridge, and even talking to him to relieve boredom. It was hard work, careful and thoughtful.

However, Wen Ai didn't know much about the world, and the memory of this body was basically all those medicinal herbs. Now that he really wanted to start a topic, he really didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Zhuo Yiqing has never been a less talkative person. He leaned on the bedside and told him a basket of funny stories about the rivers and lakes. Wen Ai sat on the small bamboo stool beside the bed with his elbows propped on the edge of the bed, and his face was held in both hands. , It sounds like a relish.

The more fascinated he listened, Zhuo Yiqing spoke more vigorously. This evening, I didn't know who it was to relieve the boredom.

The rivers and lakes are so big, the story can never be finished. Seeing that the night is already late, Wen Ai still wants to continue listening, but his eyelids keep falling down.

Zhuo Yiqing gently pushed him: "Come here tonight, you go back to sleep."

Wen Ai rubbed his half-open and half-closed eyes: "I'm not sleepy, keep talking."

Zhuo Yiqing flicked on his forehead: "I can't open my eyes anymore. You can't listen even if I continue to talk."

"Who said that, you just talked about the ghost face sneaking into Luo's house, and then planning to kill their family for revenge." Wen Ai retorted, "I can hear you clearly."

Zhuo Yiqing gave him a funny look: "That was the plot a quarter of an hour ago."

Wen Ai was stunned: "Impossible..."

Zhuo Yiqing pushed down Wen Ai's hand that was still on the edge of the bed: "Okay, go to bed, I will talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay, then." Wen Ai stretched out and stood up from the small stool with a squishy voice, "Tomorrow I have to start from the ghost face to revenge again, I don't remember the one behind..."

Zhuo Yiqing nodded: "Okay, I'll remember it for you."

After ten nights of the story, Zhuo Yiqing has basically recovered. Although he has lost his powerful internal strength, he is still much stronger than ordinary people in terms of physical fitness.

Zhuo Yiqing strolled around Neigu, familiarized himself with the terrain, then returned to the bamboo house in Wen Yai and looked at each house one by one. When he saw the kitchen, he found a pile of medicine pots by the stove. , There was a lot of dried concoction left on the tank, it was dark and dirty.

Zhuo Yiqing casually lifted the ceramic lid of a medicine jar. Before he leaned down to smell it, a strong rancid smell hit his face, causing him to slam his head back, his eyes I can't open it anymore.

These medicine jars were left behind when Wen Ai helped Zhuo Yiqing decoct the medicine some time ago. The caregiver was too tired. Wen Ai could not spare the energy to wash, so he simply treated these medicine jars as disposables and threw them away when they were used up. Beside, prepare to clean up when you are free.

It has been several days since the last decocted medicine, and the medicine jars are still abandoned here, indicating that Wen Ai does not want to face this mess. It is estimated that if he puts it down, he will have to grab the disciple who came to Naigu to sweep the floor and let the family help. washed.

Zhuo Yiqing turned back and found a piece of cloth in the room, wrapped her face and covered her nose, and then cleaned the pile of jars with ease.

After Wen Ai discovered this incident, it was like opening the door to a new world. You said that Zhuo Yiqing is strong, physically strong and well equipped. It doesn't make sense to stay in the valley for nothing?

Once I figured it out, Wen Ai began to slowly allocate chores to Zhuo Yiqing. What kind of sundance, powder milling, and pill rubbing, as long as they can be pushed to Zhuo Yiqing, he pushed them all out, and went to the back. Regardless of whether it was physical work or delicate work, Zhuo Yiqing had basically picked it up by himself, and Wen Ai just moved his lips and asked others to do this and that, and it was easy and happy.

The system faintly said: "A few days ago you cried and said that you want to make the male lead more fortunate and suffer less. In the end, you showed me this?"

Wen Ai stood by the window and looked at Zhuo Yiqing who was busy in the yard, and said seriously: "Life is to be born to work. You see how happy he is."

At this time, Zhuo Yiqing just finished picking the last bucket of water, put down the pole, and grinned white teeth at Wen Ai while wiping the sweat with her arm. She looked really happy.

The system just felt that its screen was going to be blinded by flashing, and went to play the game with nothing to say.

This afternoon, Wen Ai woke up from a nap contentedly, walked out of the door, and found no figure of Zhuo Yiqing in the bamboo house. I was wondering, but as soon as I turned around, I saw Zhuo Yiqing from the direction of the lake. I came back with two fishes in my hands, both of which were quite big.

Wen Ai ran over curiously, bent down and looked at the mouths of the two fish still moving, and asked Zhuo Yiqing, "You caught it in the lake?"

"I fished with a bamboo pole." Zhuo Yiqing raised the fish a bit to facilitate Wen Ai's observation, "I caught a lot of fish, and left the two big ones, and the small ones were put back."

Wen Ai patted Zhuo Yiqing on the shoulder: "It's amazing!"

Zhuo Yiqing smiled triumphantly: "Brother will boil fish soup for you in the evening."

Wen Ai glanced at him in surprise: "The young master of Cuanyun Villa can cook?"

"What a young master, I am ranked third." Zhuo Yiqing carried the fish and walked into the kitchen. "Whether it is different from doing it or not, few people in the world have tasted my craftsmanship. You have a good taste tonight. Up."

Wen Ai followed up into the kitchen and found out the leftover seasonings used by the previous master when cooking in the corner of the corner. Zhuo Yiqing took it over and looked at it. After confirming that there was no mold, he put it on the stove.

What he caught were two crucian carp. The heads were chopped off to make the soup, and the fish body was thrown into the iron pot and braised. Although the seasoning was too simple, the umami flavor of the crucian itself supported the dishes, and the final dishes were not much different. go with.

Zhuo Yiqing brought one dish and one soup to the table, Wen Ai aligned his chopsticks neatly, and couldn't wait to put a piece of braised fish into his mouth.

Zhuo Yiqing sat down beside him: "How does it taste?"

Wen Ai squinted his eyes cheerfully: "It's delicious!"

"That is, my brother's cooking skills are good." Zhuo Yiqing took the bowl of Wen Ai to help him with the soup, "sip a few more before swallowing, there are many carp bones, don't get stuck."

Wen Ai nodded, took the soup bowl, and took a sip of the thick white and fragrant fish soup, which made his scalp numb with comfort.

The disciple who came to send dinner tonight was Xiao Se. When she knocked on the door and came in, there were already a lot of fish bones in front of Wen Ai. Two fish of more than two catties, one and a half entered his stomach. He can't eat anything anymore.

Zhuo Yiqing drank some soup just now, and now seeing the food brought out by Xiao Se, he was a little hungry, and started to fill his stomach with his rice bowl.

Xiao Se had to leave after finishing the task. Zhuo Yiqing called her to stop in time and asked her to bring some commonly used oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, onion, ginger, and garlic when she sent her breakfast tomorrow.

Xiao Se responded and made a note of it firmly.

This one in front of you, it sounds like a medicine person, but you look at the treatment of other people, living in a big room, well-dressed brocade, free of movement, and healthy complexion. I don’t know that I thought it was raised and raised by the owner of the valley. Male pets too!

Xiao Se is an ordinary Zedui, and can't tell whether Zhuo Yiqing is a god, but she can be sure that she is rushing to people's healthy physique, it must not be Di Kun.

If it's not Dikun--

Xiao Se's gaze turned back and forth between Wen Ai and Zhuo Yiqing. The owner of the valley seems to be the one below, body, appearance, and temperament, no matter how they look at it, they all--

Good match?

Oops, she suddenly wanted to cover her heart and scream. What's the matter?

Wen Ai, who was rubbing his stomach, knew nothing about Xiao Se's inner world. He was still smacking his tongue to taste the savory flavor of the fish soup.

Wen Ai picked up the chopsticks and clamped a large piece of meat to Zhuo Yiqing, and asked expectantly: "Take me to go fishing tomorrow?"

Zhuo Yiqing raised her eyebrows: "You didn't have a good meal tonight?"

Wen Ai blinked his eyes: "It's cool to eat, but I want to cool again tomorrow."

Zhuo Yiqing laughed out of nowhere: "Okay, my brother will take you with you tomorrow."

The next morning, just after breakfast, Wen Ai urged Zhuo Yiqing to go fishing, so that he could cook the fish before lunch.

Zhuo Yiqing was sitting in the yard tinkering with things, raised her head and glanced at Wen Ai next to her: "Wait a moment, I will make a gadget first."

Wen Ai knelt down and touched the bamboo strips and old clothes on the floor: "What gadget?"

"You know it just by looking at it."

Zhuo Yiqing picked a tough bamboo strip, bent it into a circle, and fastened it with a thin rope where it was connected, and then wrapped the old clothes around the bamboo circle to form a pocket shape, and used scissors to tie it to the bottom of the pocket. hole.

Wen Ai watched for a long time, then hesitated: "This is... a fishing net?"

Zhuo Yiqing freed her hand and touched his head: "The little brain is still very good, I made it for you specially, and you can take this into the water later."

"Then have you done it?" Wen Ai enthusiastically reached out to grab the fishing net in Zhuo Yiqing's hand, "Let me see."

"Wait, it's almost." Zhuo Yiqing avoided Wen Ai's hand and quickly added an extra handle to the bamboo loop of the fishing net, and then stuffed it into Wen Ai's hand: "Alright, let's go. "

The two of them walked to the lake together. Wen Ai was like a child on an outing, waving a fishing net while walking, and said excitedly: "This can also be used to catch butterflies in the future!"

Zhuo Yiqing looked at his happy spirit, with a smile in his eyes: "How old are you, and learn how to catch butterflies from a three-year-old child?"

"I don't know, rare butterflies can be used as medicine." Wen Ai snorted, "I won't tell you, I'm going to catch fish!"

As he spoke, he accelerated himself and ran towards the lake.

Zhuo Yiqing raised her lips and raised her foot to catch up with the cheerful figure ahead.