Just walked beside him and asked his father, "Dad, why did he get hurt? He was beaten?"

Lu Yanbei pressed down his black thread.

"No, it was a small car accident at the entrance of the village, and his left hand was broken."

“…”

Jin Xiu'er's vivid apricot eyes swept towards Lu Yanbei's left hand.

Lu Yanbei felt a sense of male self-esteem frustration again.

It looked very similar to what she had when she caught a mouse in front of her.

Not very uncomfortable.

"When driving, I walked away."

Lu Yanbei explained in a silence.

I don't know who this explanation is for.

He saw the girl beside him raise her eyebrows.

The expression was exactly the same as that of Zuli in the past.

His dark eyes were restrained, and a complex layer of emotion appeared in his eyes.

He felt ripples appear in his sinking heart pool again.

After entering the house, Jin Xiu'er pulled a homemade wooden chair for him to sit down, then placed the only floor-to-ceiling fan in the house in front of him, and shook her head.

Then he turned around and asked his father, "Dad, have you had lunch?"

"No! Have you cooked extra rice?"

"It's boiled, but I only cooked one more portion."

Jin Xiu'er looked at Lu Yanbei with a look of embarrassment in her eyes.

"I'm fine, I'm not hungry, you don't have to worry about me, eat it yourself!" Lu Yanbei knew what this girl meant.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

Kim Soo-er raised her eyebrows playfully at him again.

The vivid expression seemed to be laughing at him.

I don’t know who just came and shouted that he was hungry, but now he said he wasn’t hungry.

It took only half an hour before and the slap in the face was quite fast.

Lu Yanbei knew the little things in her heart, but because of Jin Cheng's presence, he couldn't say anything.

"Mr. Lu, how can you not eat? I'm fine. Just eat two of you. I'll put the bowl of noodles by myself later."

"Forget it! Dad, I'd better eat noodles! I like to eat noodles."

Kim Soo-er said, turning around and going into the kitchen.

Lu Yanbei's eyes unconsciously followed her beautiful figure until she disappeared at the kitchen door that he slowly turned back his gaze.

"My daughter, I can cook a good dish and try it later."

When Jin Cheng talked about his daughter, his eyebrows were full of pride.

It can be seen that she likes her daughter very much.

Kim Soo-er is his pride.

Lu Yanbei wanted to ask if Jin Xiu'er was his biological child, but when he spoke to his lips, he stopped again.

It is a bit impolite to ask others rashly about this kind of question, and the village chief had already given him the answer long ago.

Soon, Kim Soo-er walked out of the kitchen with steaming food.

Their dining table is a small square table with cracks on it and is fixed with a circle of aluminum plates around it. It can be seen that this table is a bit old.

Jin Xiu'er brought the food to the table, pulled out three pairs of chopsticks, handed one pair to Jin Cheng before giving it to Lu Yanbei.

"Thanks."

Lu Yanbei took it with his right hand.

Jin Xiu'er served two bowls of rice, and her father and Lu Yanbei each had a bowl.

Then he brought out a bowl of bald white noodles from the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, she put the noodles on the table, and before she could even sit down, a long arm suddenly came over and took away the bowl of white noodles. Then, a bowl of steaming white rice came to her.

Jin Xiu'er looked at Lu Yanbei in confusion.

Lu Yanbei had already started eating noodles without hesitation because his other hand could not move, and it looked a bit funny.

But even so, his noble temperament is not reduced to half.

He was really a little aggrieved when he was letting him sit on such a simple dining table and eating a bowl of bald noodles. To be honest, he seemed to feel a little wronged.

"I don't know if Mr. Lu can eat it in a simple way. Our family has a strong taste and the dishes may be a bit spicy."

"It doesn't matter."

Lu Yanbei smiled faintly.

In fact, he is not very good at eating spicy food, and Zuli used to not like spicy food. At least when she cooked for him, the cuisine was light.

But the table full of heavy-tasting dishes...

Lu Yanbei couldn't help but raise his eyes and glanced at Jin Xiu'er in a deep look.

In Mo Ran's black eyes, the complex feelings became stronger and stronger.

Maybe it was because he was not used to eating it. He politely picked up three chopsticks after eating a bowl of noodles and gave up several dishes on the table.

Jin Cheng only thought that he might not be used to spicy food, so he didn't pick up food in his bowl.

Jin Xiu'er bit her chopsticks and thought, could he think the food he cooked was not delicious?

Forget it! It's delicious or not, it's just a meal anyway.

After waving the frustration in his heart, Kim Soo-er started to eat it with great pleasure again.

Not long after dinner, Jin Shu rode a motorcycle to bring the barefoot doctor.

The doctor got off the car and did not delay for a moment, so he started to diagnose Lu Yanbei.

Jin Xiu'er went into the kitchen to make tea.

"Brother Shuzi, drink tea."

She brought a cup of hot tea and handed it to Jinshu, and asked again: "Is it hot?"

Jinshu took the tea from her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, and smiled honestly, "It's okay."

Jin Xiu'er looked up at the ceiling fan above her head, "You sit down the ceiling fan."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of heat."

Lu Yanbei sat in front of the floor fan.

The fan was creaking and the wind blew the sweat on his forehead. Even so, he didn't feel cool. The "loveful" scene of the two people in front of him made him feel a little irritable for no reason.

"hiss--"

The pain suddenly came from his left hand made Lu Yanbei feel pain.

The beautiful eyebrows were furrowed.

Jin Xiu'er unconsciously looked at him.

Perhaps because it hurts so much, his forehead is covered with sweat.

Excessive bleeding caused his face that was upside down to life, and his initial blood color had long disappeared.

Her beautiful eyebrows couldn't help but flicker.

"Lao Cheng, you can't do it, you're still heavy."

Dr. Lao Chi asked Jin Cheng to help him wrap gauze and gypsum, but as soon as he started, he was sweating profusely.

"I'm fine, can I bear it."

Lu Yanbei gritted his teeth.

"Excuse me."

Kim Seung is a little sorry.

Their countryside has very limited conditions and there is not even anesthetic.

"Uncle Cheng, why don't I do it!"

Jinshu, who was standing beside him, volunteered.

"Forget it, you are even less lighter or heavier than Lao Cheng! Xiu'er, come."
To be continued...