A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating

  Chapter 163 Those who make big things happen, regardless of small details

   "I want to bandage myself." After waking up, he kept bandaging and changing the dressing himself, and he always thought that the person who changed his dressing before he woke up was Jiang Xiaoya—the only boy in the family.

   "You said my brother, my brother is more shy and doesn't want to see you, don't you know that, by the way, because you insisted on going up to talk to him and made people faint, you forgot?"

  Xu Shulou didn't want to admit to scaring people into unconsciousness.

  When he thought he didn't kill or set fire, his face fit the appearance of Mr. Pianpian.

   "It's all... you helped change the dressing?" Xu Shulou asked cautiously, but he had nothing to love.

  Lu Jingzhi was a little impatient, "The smell of blood is already so strong, are you going to take off your clothes or not?"

  Those who achieve great things do not stick to small details.

   No, just change the medicine.

  Lu Jingzhi really has no opinion on these.

  How Xu Shulou was stripped of his clothes and how he was pushed down on the cracked back and applied a layer of cool ointment thinly, he has already forgotten.

   When my mind was online again, I found myself lying on the bed under the quilt and fell asleep.

  From sleeping in the afternoon to sunset, the whole person was dazed and lonely, as if the world had abandoned him, he struggled to get up.

  But when the stabbing pain came from behind, he had to lie down again.

   It's all her fault.

   Xu Shulou, who was belatedly aware of it, began to feel aggrieved, and he would not have fallen into this situation if he hadn't wanted to help with writing.

  The coolness of the ointment on the wound has disappeared, leaving only a dull pain like a pinprick from time to time.

  There was a lively sound outside the house.

   It seems that their family is going to eat at this time.

   No, smell the aroma, and listen carefully to the content of the conversation—they have already finished their meal.

  Loneliness and melancholy spread out like smoke, occupying all limbs.

  Xu Shulou shrank his head down and covered himself completely with the quilt.

   Starve him to death.

  Before he fell asleep again in a daze, the door was opened, and there was the sound of footsteps, and he moved his ears keenly.

   This voice is Jiang Xiaomiao.

"I ate oil-splashed noodles today. I thought you could eat a portion of spicy noodles, but in the end, your wound burst open and you didn't open your mouth—brother, you are not dumb, and I don't treat patients harshly... Now it's over." Lu Jingzhi put down the small tray, on which there was an oil lamp and two bowls, "It's impossible to add mai and spicy, but I won these two bites for you."

Seeing through the flickering firelight that no head was exposed under the quilt, Lu Jingzhi had a question mark on his face, raised his hand and lifted half of his quilt: "What kind of strange sleeping habit is this? You, don't be afraid to put yourself out of bed." Stuffed?"

  Speaking of it, Jiang Wunian seemed to be scared by her ghost story and balled himself into a ball for the past two days, wishing to bury his head in the quilt and go to sleep.

  Every night in the middle of the night, she went to check her breath.

  Xu Shulou wanted to pretend to be asleep.

  How could his little tricks fool Lu Jingzhi.

   Listening to the sound of messy breathing, Lu Jingzhi can be sure that the person is awake.

  She didn't think about Xu Shulou's pretending to be asleep, but only thought that his wound hurt, he didn't like to move, and he didn't like to talk to her.

  After the door was closed, Xu Shulou got up and put on his clothes to eat.

  The Jiang family’s food is very good, and Xu Shulou can get new surprises from the food every day.

   What he looks forward to every day during this period is to eat.

   Today is no exception.

  But when Xu Shulou saw the two bowls on the tray, Xu Shulou's excited heart burst.

   There is a little noodles in a small palm-sized bowl.

   Those are the oily noodles that Lu Jingzhi mentioned.

   And in the next bowl is a bowl of porridge.

  Boiled on high fire, the white rice melts, soft and sweet.

  (end of this chapter)