sixty little wife (MTL)

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

    If Xu Wanxiu didn't know that the system has always been serious, he would almost think it was a rogue. After co-authoring it and disappearing for so many days, after holding it for so long, when it appeared, it was done with such a task?

    She asked the system again: "Did you come up with such a task? What about the time and reward for completing the task? Why haven't you said it this time?"

    There was silence in the air for a while, and the next second, a sound echoed in Xu Wanxiu's mind. The voice of the system: "The task cycle is one week. After completing the task, you will be rewarded with a can of malted milk."

    At this time, malted milk is not only expensive, then a can of medicine is five or six yuan, and you need a ticket to buy it. arrive. If the average person does not have a door, they may not be able to buy this malted milk essence if they have money and tickets.

    In the original owner's memory, the children all eat millet paste, drink porridge water, and whoever child can drink half a cup of wheat milk essence every three days, then his family's conditions are not bad.

    Precisely because it is precious and rare, it is also very face-saving to be used as a gift. When visiting a patient in the hospital or visiting someone's house, come to the door with a can of malted milk essence? This is enough. If you ask for help, you can ask.

    The reward this time is attractive enough, and the mission cycle is seven days. It is rare for Xu Wanxiu to have a serious mind. Unfortunately, this time it counts how many abdominal muscles Zhao Guoqiang has, and he can only complete one mission.

    Otherwise, wouldn't she have to take advantage of this opportunity? Save up a few more cans of malted milk.

    After sighing inwardly, Xu Wanxiu continued the movements in her hands, put the washed big tube bones in the pot for later use, picked up the corn that she bought yesterday and started to rinse, then cut a corn into three small pieces with a knife, and started again Prepare other ingredients. She's going to make corn bone soup today.

    Of course, during this busy time, Xu Wanxiu was also thinking about how to complete this mission. This task seems to be difficult. If you usually want to know how many pieces of Zhao Guoqiang's abdominal muscles are, it is as difficult as the sky.

    She can't say to people directly: "Hey, I want to see how many abdominal muscles you have, why don't you take off your clothes and show me?"

    It was simply the scene of a large-scale social death, Xu Wanxiu was absolutely incapable of doing such a thing. But for now, the task is relatively simple to accomplish. Whether it's when you're wiping your body, or when you go to the hospital to ask the nurse to help you change the dressing, it's an excellent opportunity.

    As for why it had been so long, she didn't see Zhao Guoqiang's abdominal muscles either. One was that she didn't have this thought, so she didn't pay attention; the other was that she didn't have the opportunity.

    When Zhao Guoqiang was hospitalized in the military hospital, she was afraid that his abdomen would be injured, and that when he raised his hand, the wound would be involved, so she offered to help him wipe his body.

    Zhao Guoqiang refused firmly, saying that he could still do it himself. Later, when he returned home, Zhao Guoqiang always went to the toilet to wash his body, and Xu Wanxiu kept letting him.

    As for going to the hospital to change the dressing, Xu Wanxiu also accompanied him once, not to mention the dressing change in the military hospital at that time, but she was all focused on the wound on Zhao Guoqiang's abdomen at that time, and the finger-length wound was shocking. The string pierced through the muscle and sutured the wound, only to feel sad.