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Xiao Yue looked at her son strangely: "When Su Qinghen just sent you back, your face was red and you looked much better. How did you become swell again after a while?" When did Lu Xun's medical skills become so bad? Even a child's body is not well tadjusted.

Lin Yi just whispered, "The sun is good in the morning. I went out for a walk and basked in the sun. I also feel much more energetic. Mother, don't worry, I'm really much better now. I'll get better soon. Although he was comforting Xiao Yue, his tone, spirit and yellow face made Xiao Yue's heart sink directly. Oh, that's all. Let's raise it again.

The food has been on the table for a while, but Su Qinghen has never come. Xiao Yue said to her son, "General Su is probably busy. I'm afraid he can't come today. Let's not wait for him. Let's eat first."

Xiao Yue has returned to the barracks for a while, and Lin Yi has a mother again. During this period, the childishness has inadvertently recovered a little. He pouted and said, "Wait, I want to have dinner with Uncle Su."

Xiao Yue frowned slightly: "Waiting for the meal to be cold. Uncle Su is not you. He has nothing to do all day.

"Ah," Su Qinghen's voice remembered from his account, "Someone wants to eat first without waiting for me?"

Lin Yixi almost jumped off the bed, but remembered that he was not in good health now, so he slowed down, slowly turned over and got out of bed, looked at Su Qinghen who entered the camp, and said with a smile, "I knew Uncle Su would definitely come."

Su Qinghen took off his helmet and put it aside. He put the tray in his hand on the table, with three dishes and one soup on it. Stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots, soy sauce, oil and wheat vegetables, squirrel fish, and steamed meatball soup. Although the workmanship of the dishes is not complicated, the materials and processes are also somewhat exquisite. He smiled at Lin Yi and said, "There is squirrel fish today. I remember Xiaoyi likes to eat squirrel fish very much."

Lin Yi walked to the table and smiled: "Uncle Su's dishes include squirrel fish, and our dishes include braised vegetarian balls and garlic fungus, both of which are delicious. They are all my favorite food."

Xiao Yue nodded her son's forehead: "I know how to eat all day long, and I haven't seen you grow more meat, and your face is not any red."

Lin Yi curled his lips to Xiao Yue: "I didn't mean not to grow fat. I drink medicine on time every day. Who knows it's still so bad... Oh, it's okay, mother, it's not that bad. I'm much better. It's really much better."

Su Qinghen looked at Lin Yi and sighed that he was so good at acting at such a young age. It's really amazing to grow up. Then he thought that he didn't know what medicine Lu Xun prescribed for him, which could make him look good and bad. He seemed to be getting better, but it was not very good. It's three poisons. He has to find out whether the medicine has any effect on the child's bones. It's really not cost-effective to put your body in order to act.

After speaking to Xiao Yue, Lin Yi looked at Su Qinghen: "Uncle Su, do you have any favorite dishes? You don't have to take care of the kitchen to cook the dishes my mother and I like every time.

Su Qinghen laughed and said, "Uncle likes almost any food, but he doesn't particularly like to eat. Uncle is never picky about food."

Xiao Yue said to her son while cooking, "Do you hear me? I will learn more from Uncle Su in the future. Don't always be picky!"

Lin Yi was remed by his mother and looked at Su Qinghen aggrievedly for help.

When Su Qinghen received the distress signal, he immediately felt it and said quickly, "Uncle remembered that there is something that he likes to eat very much. As long as he can eat that, uncle will have a sense of satisfaction. Make me a dragon meat banquet, and I won't change it with others.

Lin Yi laughed "haha": "It turns out that Uncle Su is also picky about food."

Xiao Yue smiled and said, "Are you talking about fried buns?"

Su Qinghen praised: "It's really smart. I'm talking about fried buns." Suddenly, he asked again, "Do you remember what I said?"

"Other things may be forgotten, but this can't be forgotten." Xiao Yuedao. The experience he told was so miserable that she suddenly remembered that he liked pan-fried buns, and his mother was very good at making pan-fried buns and used to make a living from it. Months have passed, and she hasn't forgotten what she said. As long as he remembers talking to himself so calmly about his childhood experience at that time, Xiao Yue's heart will be vaguely blocked, dull, dull and a little uncomfortable.

Lin Yi said in a hurry: "I also like to eat pan-fried buns. The pan-fried buns made by my father are delicious, stuffed with shrimp and pork..." As he spoke, the child's voice lowered. When I think of eating, it is easy to think of Lin Zhongyi. When I think of Lin Zhongyi, the little guy is indescribably sad. He is still very ignorant. Why would his father suddenly die? He will never come back to see him again. He will not box with him, make him happy, let alone make delicious food for him, and will not lie down with him and talk with him. At that time, Lin Zhong was not there, Xiao Yue was not there, and Su Qinghen was not there. Lu Xun was very busy. Although he always looked very concerned about him when he had time to come to see him, he didn't appear much. He tried to recognize it alone for a long time before he accepted the fact that his father would never come back.

Xiao Yue's eyes also turned slightly red, but she did not shed tears in front of the children. Instead, she pretended to be strong and whispered, "Xiaoyi, let's eat."

Lin Yi took the chopsticks from Xiao Yue's hand and began to eat, but buried his head very low. In this way, when tears fall, tears will only fall into the bowl and will not be seen by adults. My mother was already very sad. When she went to bed at night, her eyebrows frowned tightly, and there seemed to be a strong sadness between her eyebrows, which could not be melted. Only when Uncle Su comes to dinner and talk with them at noon every day will his mother smile. He doesn't want to make his mother sad at this time.

The more sensible he is, the more uncomfortable Xiao Yue is.

Neither adult exposed the fact that the child cried. Su Qinghen looked a little unbearable and gently patted Lin Yi on the shoulder: "Xiaoyi, if you want to eat, can Uncle Su make pan-fried buns for you?"

Xiao Yue whispered, "Can you?" I can't even scramble eggs, and I can make pan-fried buns!

Su Qinghen bowed his head and cooked rice with a guilty heart. Well, he really can't, but can he learn it? He didn't know how to work until he was eight years old, and he didn't know how to fight before he was 19 years old. Isn't he able to do everything now? He doesn't hate cooking, and he is also good at roasting wild animals. It's just that a man like Dayin has got used to living in a big environment where he never went to the kitchen. He has never tried to cook.

While the three were eating, the horn calling the soldiers to gather at the school yard sounded. Whoo-hoo——”

Su Qinghen looked tight and quickly put down his chopsticks: "I won't eat. I'll gather first."

Why did this suddenly gather all the soldiers? Xiao Yue was secretly surprised. Could it be Wanchang's raid?