"Bai Wu,"

The surname is Han, and I don’t know what it has to do with the Han family in Qingdu. Bai Wu glanced at him and spoke before going out.

"My girl comes to the tea garden every day."

Looking at Bai Wu's back as he left, Han Jing raised his eyebrows. Who is the servant who has such aura?

"Brother, it's time to eat."

"Bai Wu, what's wrong with the patient?"

With two different voices, Han Jing's curiosity became even stronger. The first voice was obviously tender, but the second voice was light and transparent, which made people feel comfortable as if the spring water was tinging.

As the few people spoke, the wooden door was pushed open.

Within my eyesight, I was wearing a plain white dress, covered with a light green gauze dress, a small silver plum blossom hairpin on my simple bun, a pair of pink ingot ears, and a pair of silver earrings, and a pair of big almond eyes were embedded on my palm-sized face, which was as clear and bright as purple grapes.

At a quick look, this look gave people a pure and innocent feeling, but somehow, he saw a coldness and indifference that penetrated the world in the girl's eyes.

Thinking of this, Han Jing couldn't help laughing. After sleeping for a long time, his eyes were not good.

While the two stared at each other, Bai Ningxiang was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, she noticed the smile on the corner of her brother's lips.

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Almost said that he had lost his mouth, Bai Ningxiang quickly covered the embarrassment in her eyes, put the small clay pot on the table, served him a bowl, and handed it over,

"I wish you a speedy recovery!"

"Thank you girl."

Han Jing took the soup bowl and did not rush to drink it. Instead, he put it directly on the table and said he held his fists.

"Han Jing, thank you for helping me."

"My surname is Bai and my name is Ningxiang."

Bai Ningxiang quickly avoided his thank-you gift and smiled gently.

"You don't have to be polite, you just happened to meet me. Anyone would have reached out to his hands at that time."

Han Jing smiled unanimously. It was because he was lucky and met a good person.

"Drink the soup soon, the taste will be bad if it is cold." Bai Ningxiang knew Han Jing's temper. Although she was decisive in killing, she was definitely a person who would repay kindness.

After being in a coma for several days, Bai Wu forced the medicine soup to be filled with it, and his breath was bitter.

Now there is this light old chicken soup, a clay pot, and it is in a blink of an eye.

Seeing that he had finished eating, Bai Ningxiang put away the bowls and chopsticks and turned around and went out. Anyway, he couldn't leave in a short time, so he would always be familiar with him.

In the following days, Han Jing officially started to recover from his injuries. His health was good. In addition, Bai Ningxiang specially took care of her tonic and she could bask in the sun with a crutch in two or three days.

When the person woke up, Bai Ningxiang finally let go of the last trace of worry in her heart.

There are still ten days before Qingming Festival, so she has to plan carefully how to pick a batch of Mingqian tea to the maximum extent.

During dinner, Shen told his daughter with a happy look, "Your grandmother has sent a message and promised to help pick tea. She is planning the day and will be here in the past two days."

"It's great. I'll clean up the room tomorrow and let my uncle and a few cousins ​​stay." I touched the pillow when I dozed off.

With the help of my grandfather's family, she invited a few more people from the same village, so there was basically no problem picking Mingqian tea.

"Mother, I want to ask the three sisters Wang Daya and the three sisters Huajiao to come and help. No matter how much you pay for meals, you will have a daily salary of 20 cents. What do you think?"
Chapter completed!