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This little milk dog was soaked in medicated soup, coupled with Jiang Chan's unique technique, the direct result is that this little milk dog's appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and its body size also grows quickly.

　　 Sweet-scented Osmanthus came to see it twice, and she said that Jiang Chan would raise a dog. This dog is very strong for more than a month! Jiang Chan's belly slander, can it not be strong? She specially made medicated baths for this little milk dog and polished his bones.

　　 Of course, if you say that such a small little milk dog is now majestic, you really can’t see it at all. What can be seen is that this little milk dog is bigger and more lively.

　　 Since the network cable was connected at home, Jiang Chan's life has become more comfortable. Before taking into account the mobile phone traffic, every day I was cautious not to use more, now I have no scruples.

　　 She also prepared a computer for Feng Yuan, and specifically found many healing animes or movies from the Internet for Feng Yuan to watch. Jiang Chan's own life consists of writing articles, typing codes, cooking and so on.

　　 With the Sanhua cat and the little milk dog, Feng Yuan's mood has also improved a lot, and he is no longer like a puppet like before. The expression on her face is getting more and more, she will feed the cats and tease the dogs.

　　 Even though the words are still very few, Jiang Chan didn't care. In Qiu Xin's memory, Feng Yuan had always been a person who didn't talk much, and he was relatively withdrawn. Jiang Chan also checked the information, and the probability of depression in the empty-nest elderly is much higher than that of the young.

　　 "Mom, the weather today is good. I will go up the mountain and come back in two hours." Next to the village is the mountain. The Qiu family's old house is at the foot of the mountain, making it easy to go up and down the mountain.

　　 Feng Yuan nodded, holding the three-flower cat nest on the soft sofa in the living room, very relaxed.

　　 Jiang Chan carried the bamboo basket made by Uncle Wang on his back, and entered the mountain with a hatchet in his hand. She is a daring master of art, and she is not afraid at all. When we arrived in the mountains, where there are good things, Jiang Chan swept her nose and sniffed, and she knew everything clearly.

　　 So now that Jiang Chan entered this mountain, it was like entering his back garden, especially like a fish in water. A few days ago, she went up the mountain to find some pecans, and went back to process them. Feng Yuan liked them very much.

　　 Jiang Chan turned to the mountain and looked for it again. See if there is anything else. For example, walnuts, chestnuts, pine nuts, and so on. These things must be indispensable in the mountains.

　　 It rained just yesterday, and Jiang Chan picked up a lot of mushrooms not far from the mountain. The chicken stew with mushrooms is not bad. Jiang Chan pondered, continuing to the depths of the mountain.

　　 After half a morning, Jiang Chan returned with a load. The basket behind him was full, and Jiang Chan held a handful of dead branches in his right hand. This weather is the most enjoyable to be burning behind the stove.

　　 If you put two sweet potatoes on it, it will really be a day when the gods don’t change. Hearing Jiang Chan's return, the little milk dog nestled at Feng Yuan's feet jumped up, ran to the door, and kept scratching the door with his little paws.

　　 Feng Yuan stood up slowly holding the three-flower cat, and saw Jiang Chan returning full of loads. In this winter, Jiang Chan's forehead was all sweaty, which shows that this is also an individual's work.

　　 The little milk dog ran to Jiang Chan's side, it was a joy, and she was jumping around at her feet. In the end, the two front paws hugged Jiang Chan's calf, and Jiang Chan seemed to walk quickly as if this little thing did not exist.

　　 "You go in, it's cold outside. I will pour these nuts out to dry and let us eat chicken stewed mushrooms at noon. The day before yesterday, Aunt Osmanthus sent a chicken. Let's eat this at noon."

　　 Feng Yuan's gaze swept slowly over the chestnuts in front of the door, and suddenly said: "Today I will eat chicken stewed with mushrooms, and tomorrow I will eat chestnut chicken."

　　 Jiang Chan felt a dull pain in her heart. She lowered her head and raised her eyes again with a gentle smile: "Of course, I can wash the mushrooms first and cook later."

　　 "I think there are still a lot of chestnuts on the mountain. I will go to the mountain in the afternoon and pick up some more. If we can't finish eating, we can send a blood to Aunt Osmanthus. No one from their family enters the mountain."

　　 After Feng Yuan said that sentence, she became silent again. Jiang Chan and her murmured about the next plan. Even if she occasionally got a look from Feng Yuan, she couldn't do it happily.

　　 "Today is the twenty-fifth of the twelfth lunar month, and our family's new year goods should also be prepared. Tomorrow let's go to town to do the new year's goods. I want to fill our refrigerator on the floor!"

　　 Feng Yuan stood beside Jiang Chan with the cat in his head, not knowing what was thinking. She seemed to have heard Jiang Chan's words, and it seemed that she had not heard anything. The whole person seemed to be outside the world, and she felt unable to respond to the outside world.

"After we buy the New Year's goods, we will buy new clothes for you. In the new year, everything will be new. Also, all the beddings at home should be replaced and bought new. What kind of tricks do you like? Just tell me."

　　 "Go in and burn the fire, I'll make chicken stew with mushrooms for you at noon..."

　　 Feng Yuan hugged the Sanhua cat and followed Jiang Chan silently. Although she didn't know what to say, she subconsciously let her approach this warm person.

The kitchen in the old house is rather dim. Jiang Chan waved the spatula in front of the stove, Feng Yuan sat behind the stove with the cat ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The little milk dog sat beside Feng Yuan, his eyes staring brightly. Looking at Jiang Chan.

　　 "I made noodles in the morning and eat pie at noon. I will paste it directly on this big pot. Mom, please keep the fire a little bit lower to prevent the pie from getting muddy."

　　 Jiang Chan quickly made another ten prunes, one about the size of her fist, and the iron pan was covered all around.

　　 Shanzhen is always exceptionally delicious, and after being stewed with the chicken, the taste is even more overbearing. Sanhua and Little Milk Dog couldn't sit still a bit, both of their noses were moving, staring eagerly at Jiang Chan on the stove.

　　 Since returning to the old house, the big bone soup at home has basically not been broken. Seeing that the two have been gluttonous, Jiang Chan smiled and prepared lunch for the two.

　　 Looking at the empty arms, Feng Yuan pursed his lips and continued to burn the fire silently, but his eyebrows were a little drooping.

　　 Jiang Chan knocked on the bowl: "It's dinner, pies, chicken stew with mushrooms, bone soup, and a cabbage. Let's live together!"

　　 Feng Yuan's mood picked up after hearing about eating. Jiang Chan came over to help Feng Yuan: "Let's eat this at noon, and the three-skinned cat will come after lunch."

　　 Before Feng Yuan finished her lunch, Sanhua cat jumped on her lap. It sprinkled at Feng Yuan meowingly for a while, and then stopped for a while.

　　 As for the little milk dog, Ya just can't feed her enough. She ate a bowl of soup and water. Seeing Jiang Chan was eating, she came to beg again. Jiang Chan touched its chubby belly and said blankly: "I can't eat anymore, go and stay there!"

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