Chapter 3

“Wait for me here.”

Wu Dahu left these words and ran out like an arrow off the bow with his stiff muscles, friskily as a colt.

Suddenly, there was only Song Qinghan. He felt a little out of it and stood there alone, pulling his sleeves at a loss.

“According to Wu Dahu, there are creatures like wild boars and foxes in this mountain. What if a big tiger pops out and eats him? Although this body is not in a good condition now, I’m still alive. While there’s life, there’s hope. If I’m dead, it’s all over.”

He was letting his imagination run away with him, and his heart was beating like a drum. A little sign of trouble could frighten him.

Suddenly, a voice came from the bushes on the left. He took two steps back and looked at it in terror.

“Ah…”

After seeing that it was Wu Dahu, he covered his mouth and retracted his scream.

Wu Dahu was stunned. Seeing Song Qinghan’s legs trembling, Wu Dahu hurriedly stepped forward to hold him and asked with concern, “Were you scared? It was all my fault. I shouldn’t have taken a shortcut.”

Song Qinghan patted his own chest, and his face turned red slightly. Seemingly, he didn’t expect that his timid side would be seen by someone.

A trace of red things flashed across his eyes. He looked over and exclaimed, “Ah! You were injured!”

Wu Dahu lowered his head to look at his right arm, and said unconcernedly with a smile, “Nothing. It’s just a superficial wound.”

As he spoke, he raised his left hand and revealed the fat hare. With shining eyes,  he said, “I can add some food to your dinner tonight.”

But Song Qinghan was not happy, and even darkened his face. He grabbed Wu Dahu’s injured arm and asked coldly, “What hurt you? How much blood did you lose? Did you touch anything dirty just now? ”

This was Song Qinghan’s occupational disease. He not only took good care of his own body, but also couldn’t see others trash their body, especially those related to him.

Seeing that Song Qinghan was serious, Wu Dahu put away his smile, frowning and thinking for a moment, “I ran so fast just now that I got scratched by some branches. But I didn’t bleed too much or touch anything dirty.”

Song Qinghan’s face softened, but he was still upset, “Let’s go back. I’ll treat your wound to avoid infection.”

Wu Dahu felt shocked by Song Qinghan’s air. He nodded obediently and led the way.

“After all, I hunted a hare. It would be much easier. When Song Qinghan is napping at noon, I’ll come out again and see if I can capture some prey.” Wu Dahou thought in mind.

After they went back, the first thing that Song Qinghan did was to boil a pot of water. After sinking the towel into the boiling water, he carefully wiped the area around Wu Dahu’s wound. When the blood strain was wiped off, he saw that the wound was indeed not so deep, so he didn’t wrap it up. He only said, “Don’t touch any water recently, nor touch any dirty things. Don’t scratch scabs, otherwise it will leave scars.”

Wu Dahu smiled indifferently, “It’s fine for a man to have some scars.”

Song Qinghan glared at him and said grumpily, “I don’t like scars!”

As soon as his words came out, both of them fell silent, and the air became stagnant.

Song Qinghan felt a little embarrassed, wondering if his like about scars had any relationship with Wu Dahu. It’s not the fact that he would touch Wu Dahu’s skin every day in his life in the future.

Before he fled, Wu Dahu suddenly said seriously, “OKay! I won’t leave any scars in the future.”

Fortunately, Song Qinghan had already turned around before Wu Dahan said those words, so the latter didn’t find  Song Qinghan’s face reddened slightly.

Song Qinghan walked into the kitchen and just took out some yams from the basket. Wu Dahu stopped his hands and said, “I’ll do it. Just give me orders.”

The moment their skin contacted, Song Qinghan felt his heart was throbbing. When he recovered, he stroked his forehead and thought that he must have been too tired to hallucinate.

Under the command of Song Qinghan, Wu Dahu washed those yams clean and cut them into some small sections of three-finger wide without peeling, and put them in the steaming pan.

The fragrance of the steamed yams was overflowing, which looked refreshing and tasty inside.

After peeling the yams, Wu Dahu blew it and put it into Song Qinghan’s mouth.

After taking a bite, Song Qinghan finally felt that his mouth was not empty, but he felt that he was like a kid and fed by Wu Dahu. However, if he took the yam himself, it would be too hot to hold it.

Song Qinghan was wondering what Wu Dahu did with his hands in daily life and didn’t feel hot at all.

After Wu Dahu fed Song Qinghan, he finally peeled a portion of yam and put it into his mouth.

While he ate, his eyes gradually glowed, and he said to Song Qinghan happily, “I didn’t expect that this itching stick would taste so good after being steamed!”

Song Qinghan rolled his eyes and corrected, “It’s called yam instead of the itching stick.”

As Song Qinghan spoke, he suddenly remembered something. He looked around and asked Wu Dahan in a low voice, “Can we sell the yam for money?”

After thinking for a while, Wu Dahu frowned and said slowly, “It’s everywhere in the countryside. No one will spend money on it.”

Song Qinghan bit his thumb. With a flash of spiritual light, he clapped his hands and said, “It can be sold in the form of the finished product!” This way, no one would not know what it is!

“Finished product?” Wu Dahu looked at him questioningly, as if he didn’t understand what this word meant.

Song Qinghan pointed at the steamed yam in Wu Dahu’s hand and asked him, “Do you know what you are eating after it was peeled? The prerequisite was that you had never tasted the yam before.”

Wu Dahu suddenly understood and nodded, looking at Song Qinghan with admiration.

“Little Han is so clever that you could come up with this idea.”

Song Qinghan felt a little embarrassed when he heard it. What was so clever? He just said some simple words.

Wu Dahu told Song Qinghan to stay at home, and he went to the mountain to dig out all the yams he saw.

By the time he cleaned those yams, the sky was dark. Wu Dahu cleaned up the hare. Then he took half of the hare for soup, and put the other half on the fire with salt for roasted meat.

Song Qinghan was a little confused by Wu Dahu’s taste. He couldn’t help asking, “Why didn’t you buy some other condiments? Was the seasoning too expensive?”

Wu Dahu was stunned and didn’t understand what Song Qinghan meant, so he asked, “The seasoning? Do you mean the salt? Do you think it is too faint? ”

Seeing that Wu Dahu was trying to add another spoon of salt, Song Qinghan shook his head and said, “No, I’m talking about chili, ginger, garlic, etc. Even better, there are those like Laurel and aniseed.”

Hearing this, Wu Dahu said with a strange expression, “First of all, those things are not delicious. Second of all, no one would sell them.”

It was Song Qinghan’s turn to be stunned this time. When he realized the business opportunity inside, he immediately grabbed Wu Dahu’s arm and shouted, “It’s all good stuff! Where are they? ”

Wu Dahu glanced at the place where Song Qinghan held him. When Song released his hands, Wu said, “I’ll go pick some.”

Soon, Wu Dahu came back with a handful of fresh ginger, chili and garlic.

Song Qinghan instructed Wu Dahan to chop these things and put them into the stove with soup and the roasting rabbit meat.

The fragrance gradually emitted, and Wu Dahu became surprised. He raised his head to look at Song Qinghan and said, “After adding these things, the smell is better!”

Song Qinghan said complacently, “Of course. You will find that it not only smells better, but also tastes better!”

After roasting the rabbit meat, Wu Dahu handed it to Song Qinghan and urged, “Eat fast. If it’s cold, it won’t taste good.”

After saying these words, a grumbling sound came out of Wu Dahan’s belly.

Seeing that Wu was a little embarrassed, Song Qinghan gave him an excuse and said with a smile, “I am pregnant with a kid. It’s not good to eat roasted things. You can eat them. I’m waiting for the soup.”

Wu Dahu had never heard that the pregnant man would feel uncomfortable after eating roasted meat. He guessed that this was an excuse Song Qinghan deliberately made for him to eat rabbit meat.

He hadn’t felt the feeling of being cared for for a very long time. After taking a piece of rabbit meat, his eyes were welling up with tears.

Noticing the look on his face, Song Qinghan couldn’t help frowning and asked, “What the chili put too much? You might not have gotten used to it if you didn’t eat it too much before.”

Wu Dahu nodded and suppressed all the mixed thoughts in his heart.

But there was only one thought that could not be suppressed: It would be great if Song Qinghan kept worried about  like this…

After finish the rabbit meat, yams, and even all the soup, they prepared to go back to the room to sleep.

After lying down, Wu Dahu recalled that he was going to the market tomorrow to sell steamed yams, so he said, “I will go out early tomorow morning. I will leave you a few steamed yams, and you can eat them when you get up. After eating, stay at home. It’s not safe to be outside.”

Song Qinghan just wanted to see the world more. How would he agree with Wu Dahu’s proposal? He thought for a moment and asked, “Is the market far away? Are you going to walk to get there? ”

Wu Dahu nodded, thinking that Song Qinghan couldn’t see it. Wu said slowly, “Yeah. It’s not too far. Just about three miles. It would only take me an hour for it.”

Hearing these words, Song Qinghan immediately regretted it. “It was not far from over three miles? He’ll arrive there in an hour! And he was probably going to run to the market.”

Song Qinghan sighed with sadness. Wu Dahu seemed to have seen through Song’s thoughts. After hesitating for a moment, Wu said, “You may go to the market after the baby is born. Otherwise, it will not be good, if Lin Family meets you.”

It reminds Song Qinghan of the Lin Mansion, which had abandoned the original person of his body, and couldn’t help asking, “Is the Lin Family rich?”

Wu Dahu paused and said slowly, “They are very rich. Lin’s family was the richest in the town. I heard that all the female men in the surrounding villages want to marry Lin’s family.”

A female man? Song Qinghan understood that Wu meant a  man who can get pregnant like him.

“Then who married me? Why did he marry me? “He asked curiously.

Hearing this question, Wu Dahu thought it was funny, but he remembered that Song Qinghan had lost his memory, so he explained patiently, “The eldest son of Lin Mansion has always liked beautiful women, and you are the famous beauty in the surrounding villages. So you are his best choice.”