Vicious cannon fodder is prohibited for beauties to play

Chapter 241 He is the cannon fodder control group (6)

Aunt Zhao must not know that the smile on her lips at this moment is called an aunt's smile.

Different from other people’s attitude towards Gu Yao’s excitement, she was really glad that Gu Yao could find a companion.

Si Cen could sense her kindness, so he let her talk and she started to make fun of his and Gu Yao's behavior. He was just thinking in his heart, Tu Tu had disappeared for three years when he was fourteen or fifteen years old. Could it be that he had gone to some border or fought in the battlefield?

Others could not see the murderous aura on Gu Yao, they just thought he was fierce and scary. Some people spread rumors that he had killed someone, but they were probably just random guesses.

However, Si Cen could see that he had the iron-blooded aura that could only come from someone who had fought for life and death, amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood. This was not the aura that an ordinary hunter could have.

Also, no one knows what's wrong with his lame leg, so Cen Cen must find a way to check it out and try to cure it.

He hid his thoughts in his heart and chatted with Aunt Zhao about family matters for a while. He even knew clearly that her son Gouweiba (the nickname of Aunt Zhao's grandson) loved to eat sweet and salty porridge the most. Only then did Gu Yao bring back the food.

Aunt Zhao very tactfully stood up and said goodbye. Jokingly, these days, unless you are very thick-skinned, you will not stay in someone's house when they are eating, as it would make you look like you are trying to eat for free.

Not to mention that these meals were brought from his house, Aunt Zhao knew very well that Gu Yao must have spent money, and he would never take advantage of others.

Before leaving, Aunt Zhao said something more, "It's getting colder and colder. It's going to snow in less than half a month. You are strong, so you don't have to worry. But Man is weak and can't stand the cold. You have to dig out the kang in your room and heat it up again. If you don't understand, come home and call me Uncle Dazhu. Don't be polite."

Gu Yao held a large bowl in his left hand and a pottery jar in his right hand. He nodded seriously at Aunt Zhao and said, "Thank you for your help, Aunt Zhao and Uncle Dazhu."

This is the first time!

Aunt Zhao was overjoyed. "Hey! What's the trouble? We are a family. Just take good care of Man. I'm leaving now."

After saying this, he left in a hurry.

Gu Yao then turned his gaze to Si Cen, and saw that Si Cen's eyes were fixed on his hand, which seemed to be glowing green, and were staring straight at him.

It can be seen that he was very hungry.

After being in a coma for two days, he could see that the flesh on the fat boy's face had visibly thinned, and he couldn't explain why he felt a little depressed.

Of course, he did not delay any longer and hurried forward, pulled the cabinet over to serve as a table for the time being, and placed all the bowls and jars on it.

In the bowl was a bowl of rice porridge that was cooked particularly soft and glutinous with a fragrant smell of rice, and from the earthenware pot came a fragrant smell of chicken.

But Gu Yao didn't allow him to eat too much.

"Dashanfulang said that you just woke up and haven't eaten for two days. You can't eat anything greasy or too much at once." Gu Yao said as he skimmed off the thin layer of oil on the top of the chicken soup in the clay pot, which was specially made very light by Dashanfulang and the chicken fat was skimmed off. He scooped a bowl of light yellow chicken soup without any oil, added two or three pieces of chicken in it, and pushed it in front of Si Cen, "You can only eat this much for now."

Si Cen: ...

His tone was as if he was trying to coax a greedy child. What was he trying to do?

Is his great son Cen Cen such a person who would cry and make a fuss just to have one more bowl of chicken?

…and it turns out that he was.

This fat guy has been eating a lot since he was a child and has become a big eater. How can a small bowl of rice porridge and two or three pieces of chicken fill his stomach?

What's more, he had been hungry for two days.

"Just one bite... Just give me one more bite!"

The little fat boy pressed his face against the cabinet, looking at him beggingly. Gu Yao almost couldn't bear it anymore.

However, thinking of Oyama's words, he hardened his heart and took the chicken soup away.

Si Cen: I feel wronged.

With tears in her eyes, she was sulking with her butt sticking out and her back to the outside, when she heard footsteps coming in again.

After a while, a sweet scent drifted into my nose.

Si Cen couldn't hold on any longer. He turned around spinelessly and looked at Gu Yao angrily, "What are you doing?"

Gu Yao took out an oil-paper bag, opened it, and found a few pieces of candied fruit inside.

"After you drink the medicine, I'll let you have one."

He could see that the boy was afraid of suffering, and it was very difficult to feed him the medicine before. Even when he was asleep, his eyebrows were wrinkled for a long time after drinking the medicine.

Si Cen was quick to grab a piece of candied fruit into his mouth before he could take it back, and looked at him smugly.

Gu Yao: …

He really looks like the greedy Da Zhuang, but Da Zhuang wouldn't dare to snatch the food from his hand - of course, he wouldn't say this to Si Cen.

Half an hour later, Si Cen finished drinking the medicine that Gu Yao brought over.

Chinese medicine is really hard to drink, it tastes sour, bitter and smelly, but when Si Cen thought about what Aunt Zhao said about Tu Tu staying up for two days to keep watch over him because he had a high fever and was in a coma, and that his eyes were still bloodshot, he didn't have the heart to let him worry.

He drank the medicine obediently, so Gu Yao didn't bother him about him snatching a piece of candied fruit earlier. He still gave him a piece to sweeten his mouth and suppress the taste of medicine in his mouth.

In fact, it’s not that I can’t bear to give him a piece of candied fruit or a bowl of chicken. It’s just that I’m afraid he will feel uncomfortable if he eats too much.

Si Cen didn't just take the medicine prescribed by the barefoot doctor. When he woke up, he thought about it and quietly circulated the little bit of spiritual power he had leaked out. This was not only to make himself better as soon as possible, but also to consume his body fat bit by bit. When he recovered, combined with appropriate amount of exercise, he would lose weight even faster.

He couldn't stand being a fat man who had to gasp for air after walking a few steps.

However, Gu Yao didn't understand. Looking at the man who was eating, sleeping, drinking and taking medicine every day to recuperate, and who was visibly getting thinner day by day, he felt as if he was being fried in a frying pan.

Not only did he invite the barefoot doctor to his home to treat the illness, but after realizing that Si Cen's stomach was not easily irritated, he thought of ways to make food for Si Cen, oh no, to bring back all kinds of nutritious food.

It was either chicken soup or fish soup, either beef or venison, and the most exaggerated thing was that he even added a whole ginseng into the soup. The key point was that the ginseng looked like it was not just ten or twenty years old.

As a result, Si Cen overdosed his efforts and had a nosebleed that night. Gu Yao was so scared that he used his Qinggong skills to dig Doctor Qin out of his bed and took him to the hunter's house at the foot of the mountain in Da'ao Village.

Poor Doctor Qin didn't even have an outer coat on, and he was crying in the cold winter. "If you keep torturing me like this, I will go to hell before I can cure your husband!"

By the time he finished taking Si Cen's pulse and fished out the century-old ginseng from the leftover chicken soup in the earthen jar in the corner, he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"What a waste! What a waste! You are simply... wasting nature's gift!"

Gu Yao, who already knew that Si Cen did not have a sudden terminal illness but was over-supplemented by him, touched his nose and looked at the old doctor suspiciously. "But Man is getting thinner day by day. Is it really not that there is something wrong with the medicine you prescribed, or that he has a serious illness?"

Doctor Qin really wanted to beat him to death!

But I can’t beat him! Woo woo woo…

"Do you think being fat is good for your health? Your husband was unhealthy before. He is weaker than a normal thin person, and being overweight can cause more diseases. It is a good thing if he can lose some weight! And you can't give him any more supplements! As the saying goes, a weak person cannot be supplemented. You should be thankful that your husband is lucky enough not to be killed by this century-old ginseng of yours... What a sin!"

When the old doctor thought of the century-old ginseng that was boiled whole, every piece of it could save lives, and how it was wasted in such an ignorant way, he was so angry that he trembled with anger.

In the end, it was Si Cen who smoothed things over. He apologized to the old doctor and asked Gu Yao to pay the full medical fee and hire a donkey cart to send the patient back.