The Miraculous Doctor’s Wife: The rough guy villain is so cool

When Jian Xining arrived at the pig pen, she was dumbfounded. It was really smelly here, smelling like pig feces.

Looking at the pigs in the pigsty, all of them were dirty. As soon as she walked to the pigsty, the three pigs ran towards the trough, raised their heads and grunted at her.

Obviously hungry.

Jian Xining has never fed pigs, and the original owner has been pampered since she was a child and has never done these things. She is completely inexperienced and can only do it slowly based on the original owner's memory of watching her eldest sister feed pigs.

You should chop the pigweed first, boil it in water and pour it into the trough, right?

First she had to chop up the hogweed.

Jian Xining looked around and found a large guillotine for chopping pigweed. She poured the pigweed she had cut onto it and started chopping it.

Unexpectedly, the guillotine was quite heavy. It was very difficult for her to chop, and it seemed that the chop was not that good. It was a mess, some were chopped into pieces, and some were still long, but she was already sweating from exhaustion. .

She stretched out her hand to wipe away the sweat. Looking at the newly scabbed palms yesterday, she felt that she still needed to wear a pair of gloves.

She put her hands into her backpack to hide them for a while, then closed her eyes and took out a pair of gloves from the laboratory. As soon as she put them on, she felt a shadow in front of her. When she looked up, she saw Qin Zheng standing in front of her, with the sun shining through. He hit him from behind, making his whole body seem to be gilded with light. He was not bad looking, but he looked better now, and seemed to have become extra deep.

She suddenly remembered the sentences describing the male protagonist in the romance novels she had read before, something that was half deep sea, half peach and plum. Qin Zheng felt that way at the moment.

He looked at her with deep eyes and said in an indifferent voice: "I'll chop it."

Jian Xining was stunned for a moment, and then thought that he had just taken the gloves from the laboratory. Although his hands were hidden in the basket, he was standing so high, so he couldn't see them, right?

She coughed guiltily, wondering if she should explain?

So he said: "No, I'll chop it. My eldest sister saw that my hand was injured yesterday and specially brought me gloves today..."

Qin Zheng ignored her explanation, pushed her away, sat down, then grabbed a large handful of pigweed and placed it at the edge of the guillotine. He pressed hard with his other hand and cut off the handful of grass. , he continued to send the grass forward, blowing it down one by one. Soon, a large handful of grass was chopped into pieces, and they were evenly chopped.

Jian Xining: "..."

Isn't this too insulting?The guillotine was obviously so heavy in her hand, but he seemed to use it very lightly.

She stood quietly and watched. Qin Zheng cut the grass skillfully and said, "Take the cut pig grass and cook it first. The pigs are howling with hunger. It's already past the feeding time." "

"Oh." Jian Xining hurried over to pick up the pigweed. She was a little in a hurry, and the pigweed fell in a mess.

Qin Zheng looked at her and was silent for a few seconds before asking, "You haven't eaten either, right?"

Jian Xining: "?"

What does it mean?Is it possible to let her eat with the pig?

This is too much. It seems that the boss still remembers the original owner for scolding him, so he just scolded her in a roundabout way?

She was a little angry, but she couldn't offend the boss, so she could only hold back her temper and not get angry, but her voice was a bit colder, "I didn't eat."

"Then you go home to eat. I can come here." Qin Zheng did not look at Jian Xi Ning and continued to cut grass. His voice was very indifferent, "My ten work points are enough, and the rest is all yours."

Jian Xining was stunned for a moment. It turned out that she had misunderstood. The boss was not scolding her, but... caring about her?