Daya was still responsible for cooking the porridge, and Erya took the initiative to sit by the fire and help light it. To be honest, having these two girls really helped Gulan a lot.
The fish was taken out, washed with water, and chopped into pieces. It is easier to cook and more flavorful. If it is fresh fish, it will not be so troublesome.
Xiang Yunjin couldn't help much, so he had enough self-awareness to run over and sit under the tree, teasing Dahei who was also lying under the tree.
After the fish ingredients were prepared, the next step was the dough. Gulan was quick and skillful and she had kneaded a soft dough in no time. Heat the pot, add oil, add ingredients and fish, the aroma wafts out with a sizzling sound, making the four children, including Xiang Yunjin, unable to help but look into the pot, their eyes full of anticipation.
When it was ready and ready to eat, it lived up to their expectations and tasted great, especially the bread, which was fully infused with the aroma of fish and mushrooms. With this skill, Gulan doesn't have to worry about starving to death. Except for the fish bones, everything was eaten up during the meal, and even the soup or rice porridge was drunk up, without wasting anything.
Xiang Yunjin has now completely adapted to the local customs. Apart from being a little bit of a germaphobe, he is not the kind of person who is too picky about food. When he goes out, a piece of cake is often enough.
After eating and drinking enough, Goudan, who had no more thoughts, rubbed his belly and finally decided to go back. Then his mother pinched his nose and called him shameless.
Daya took her sister to wash and settled AnAn aside. Gulan walked over to Xiang Yunjin and sat down, glancing at him casually.
"Did you know that you look a lot like the person in the portrait?"
"Are they similar? I don't know. You forgot that I have lost my memory, so how can I know what I look like? But I believe you." Xiang Yunjin glanced at Gulan and said softly, his eyes following the voice into the dark night.
"Since I look so much like the person in the portrait, why didn't you hand me over?" Xiang Yunjin asked back, but he didn't say the question in his mind, "Aren't you afraid of danger?"
"Why should I hand you over?"
"But there are rewards? Maybe they are really the family of the person in the painting?"
"So what? Although you look like the person in the painting, you have lost your memory, right? You don't recognize them? Who knows what their purpose is? I worked so hard to save you and wasted so many medicines. How could I hand you over to someone of unknown origin? If you really recognize them or you want to follow them, I certainly won't stop you. As for the reward, the money you gave me is not more than theirs! I am a rich man now, so I don't need their little money. And I think I have a pretty good eye. The hostility hidden in their eyes when they talked about the person in the painting doesn't seem like they are in the same group with the person in the painting. Since i saved you, why would i throw you into the fire pit again?" Gulan said slowly, with a faint smile on her face as he spoke. She said it lightly, but it was what she really thought. Her principle in doing things has always been that she will not give up halfway. Now that the person has been rescued, she will not send him/her into danger again with her own hands.
Looking at Gulan, whose face was cold and expressionless in the night, Xiang Yunjin's eyes were deep, a little surprised yet not so surprised, and a trace of warmth slowly flowed through his heart.
She clearly saw through everything, but pretended to know nothing. This guy is too kind, but he felt very comfortable in his heart.
Gulan didn't know that because of her words, she was inexplicably recognized by Xiang Yunjin.
"Thank you." Xiang Yunjin looked at Gulan with sparkling eyes, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight, which startled Gulan who was looking at him.
My God, these eyes were so beautiful, so beautiful that even an old woman like her couldn't help but miss a beat.
"It's okay," Gulan suddenly turned her eyes away, "I just tell you so that you can have an idea in your mind, and maybe you will suddenly remember something. Well, you are not fully recovered yet, so I won't talk to you so much, pack up and go to bed early." Gulan patted Xiang Yunjin's shoulder, squinting her eyes and walked towards the fire.
Looking at the slightly painful shoulder, Xiang Yunjin couldn't help laughing. How could such a force be an illusion... He must have seen it wrong.
Gulan walked towards the fire, poured the warm water into the wooden barrel, and called to his son, "Son, come on, dad will take you to wash."
When AnAn heard that it was time to take a bath, he ran to his mother. He felt really comfortable after taking a bath and his head didn't itch anymore. The little guy liked it very much.
"Daya, please warm up some water. You can wash yourself while there is no shortage of water."
"Okay, uncle," Daya nodded repeatedly.
Taking Dahei with her, Gulan pulled her son and carried a basin and a bucket into the darkness.
Xiang Yunjin looked at Gulan's disappearing back in surprise. AnAn was still so young, was it necessary for him to avoid people
when taking a bath? However, thinking of the little guy's shy appearance sometimes, he thought that the child might not want to do it, so he didn't think about it anymore.
Although there are fields everywhere, it is not difficult to find a hidden place. The crops in the fields have already grown, and their size is enough to cover a person. After finding a piece of place at random, Dahei was responsible for guarding while Gulan helped her son take a quick bath.
Now that the weather has turned cooler, especially at night, Gulan doesn't dare to help her son bathe for too long. After putting on his clothes and drying his hair, she asked her son and Dahei to sit together and wait for her, and then Gulan began to wash.
The focus is on the hair. The original person had not washed her hair since fleeing from the famine, and it was all tangled up in clumps. After she came, she had to work very hard to straighten her hair. As for those that were really difficult to straighten, she just cut them directly. For her, there is no such thing as one's hair and skin are given by one's parents. And the most important thing is that I actually had lice on my head. If I could shave my head bald, I would have really wanted to shave all my hair the moment I discovered the lice.
I don't know how these lice survive. The original owner is already so thin, how can he have extra blood to feed them? Then she checked her son's head immediately and found that there was no lice.
They didn't care about anything at that time and just boiled water to wash clothes and hair. Fortunately, there was a comb with a comb head in the original owner's package. The mother and son combed their hair for several days before they got it almost right.
Even when they later encountered a group of disaster victims, Gulan would help her son comb his hair when she had nothing to do. I don't feel the itching anymore, so it should be gone.
Daya and Erya also had spots on their heads. On the first night she took them in, Gulan gave the two children a comb and changed their clothes. It should be almost the same now, and they no longer scratch their heads. There is no shortage of water nowadays, and as long as personal hygiene is maintained, creatures like lice can be eliminated.
Gulan permed her hair vigorously, then applied shampoo, rinsed it, wiped her body quickly, changed into clean clothes, washed her son's and her own clothes with hot water, and rinsed them again in the ditch.
As for the fragrant shampoo that his mother took out, AnAn said he didn't know what it was and didn't want to know what it was. He only knew that he felt very comfortable after washing with it.
When Gulan brought her son back, the reheated hot water was ready, and Daya and Erya were sitting by the fire waiting. She handed the bucket and basin to the two children and took out a bar of soap and gave it to them for washing their hair. Daya and Erya took it naturally, and it was obviously not the first time they used it.
Xiang Yunjin couldn't help but take a look at the small milky white piece that exuded a faint fragrance. He was very curious about the purpose of this little thing. But in the end he didn't ask the question. There were so many things in this world that he didn't know about. There was no need for him to figure out everything. Wasn't he pretending to have amnesia?