In the small courtyard.

The golden chrysanthemum fell to the ground.

Luo Qingzhou chased into the house

Bai Ling hurriedly chased after him and said, "Uncle, wait, you can't go in!" The young lady bathed inside. “

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he immediately stopped at the door.

Then he retreated, stood under the elm and looked at her and said, "What's wrong with Xia Chan?"

Bai Ling glanced at the room and said, "I don't know either."

Luo Qingzhou looked at her eyes with a serious expression

Seeing that his face was fierce, Bai Ling had to say weakly: "Chanchan seems to be sick, her face is not very good-looking, and she has been retching today."

Luo Qingzhou frowned and said, "Go find a doctor."

Bai Ling looked puzzled: "Chanchan is very fake, she won't let the doctor see it." If a doctor comes near her, she will draw her sword. “

Luo Qingzhou said: "With me, she won't, go ahead."

Bai Ling glanced at him, let out an "oh", turned and hurried away. Luo Qingzhou stood under the eaves, his heart fluctuating. After a while.

Miss Qin walked out of the house wearing a snow-white dress with wet hair, looked at him and said, "She's fine, you can go to the room and have a look."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, bowed his head and said, "Miss Xie."

After speaking, without squinting, he entered the house from beside her, and smelled the faint fragrance of the first floor like a lotus flower in his nose.

Come to the door of the room.

He looked up and knocked on the door, but there was no response

He pushed it and the door opened.

Just as he was about to go in, he glanced back, and Miss Qin, who was standing at the door, had already turned around and left, and went to Houhuapin

Luo Qingzhou looked at her cold and beautiful back, stunned, and entered the room.

The room was dim and shaded by curtains

Xia Chan hugged her knees and held a sword in her arms, sitting quietly in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall, motionless.

Seeing him come in, she slowly raised her head and looked at him blankly.

Luo Qingzhou walked over, squatted in front of her, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" Are you feeling unwell?"

As he spoke, he reached out and stroked her forehead.

The body temperature was normal and there was no fever

But there was a hint of pale on those delicate cheeks.

"How's your appetite for the past two days? Are there any other reactions besides retching?"

Luo Qingzhou asked again.

Xia Chan looked at him in a daze for a while, and shook her head slightly.

Luo Qingzhou walked up to her, sat down side by side with her, and said, "I'll let Bailing go to the doctor, let the doctor see it later, okay?"

Xia Chan shook her head: "No, don't."

Luo Qingzhou held her cold little hand and said softly: "Chanchan, listen to your uncle, your uncle will tell you a story, okay?"

Xia Chan's little hand struggled a few times in the palm of her hand, but she didn't break free, and said with a pretty face: "No, it's not good."

Luo Qingzhou stared at her pretty side face for a while, leaned over, kissed her cheek, and asked, "Okay?"

Xia Chan blushed lightly, clenched her small fist with her other hand, turned her head and glared at him, "Kiss again, hit you."

Luo Qingzhou kissed her little mouth, then hugged her in his arms and kissed her tightly.

Xia Chan struggled, trembling, and pinched his arm with the other hand, but his strength quickly weakened, and his body quickly changed

Soft......

After a while, it was already soft and sticky to him, his little face was red, his eyes were blurred, and he honestly didn't move to pick it up......

in the back garden.

The golden sunset sprinkled over the garden

A girl in a snow-white dress stood in front of the railing in the pavilion, quiet, with no emotion on her face, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

When Bai Ling came back slowly with an old woman with gray hair, Xia Chan had already taken off her shoes and socks and lay motionless on the bed, the redness on her cheeks had not yet dissipated, and the confusion in her eyes was still charming.

Luo Qingzhou was standing in front of the window, holding her sword in her hand.

The sword was unsheathed, the window was open, and the light from the outside shone in, and the blade was cold, and the ruby embedded in the blade shone brightly, and it was particularly charming.

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment when he saw this quiet and harmonious scene in the room, and Fang came in with the old woman.

The old woman went to the window, sat down on the stool, leaned over first, carefully observed the girl's face, eyes, and breath on the bed for a while, and then stretched out her hand and began to take her pulse

Xia Chan was lying there, still with her eyes open, motionless, not resisting, and not drawing her sword to hurt people like before.

Of course, now she has no sword in her hand.

Bai Ling's face was full of surprise and doubt, he walked to the window and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, what's the matter?" Why did Chanchan suddenly become so obedient? How did my uncle persuade him?"

Luo Qingzhou inserted the sword into the sword shoe, turned his head to look at her and said, "Do you want to know?"

Bai Ling nodded hurriedly, with an expression of humility seeking advice.

Luo Qingzhou said: "I won't tell you." Bailing: "......" "Hmph!"

She snorted coldly, pursed her lips, ignored him, turned around and walked to the window, and couldn't wait to ask, "Doctor, what's wrong with Chanchan?" Isn't it ......"

The old woman tilted her head, wrinkled the wrinkles on her forehead, carefully checked her pulse for a while, and said, "This disease is a little strange. The cold in this little girl's body seems to be very heavy, and the pulse is like an old body that has never been seen, and the old body really can't see what the specific disease is. As for the retching you mentioned...... Has she not eaten well these days? She should have a stomach problem, and if she doesn't eat well, she will vomit, but she can't vomit anything. “

Bai Ling hurriedly said: "Yes, doctor, Chanchan rarely eats these days."

The old woman stood up and said, "The illness of the sports competition, the old body is helpless. This stomach disease, the old body can prescribe a pair of medicines, you go and catch it, fry it well and give it to her. “

Bai Ling hurriedly said, "There is Dr. Lao."

The old woman went to the table, opened the medicine box, took out a pen and paper, and after studying the ink, wrote down a prescription.

Luo Qingzhou took a closer look, and it said "ginseng, atractylodes, poria cocos, licorice, tangerine peel, banxia" and other medicines.

"Boiling into soup, twice a day, can benefit qi and spleen, raise yang and stomach, clear heat and dehumidify."

The old woman handed the prescription to Bailing.

Bai Ling took the prescription, turned his head and said crisply: "Uncle, take the money."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, took out a piece of silver from his pocket, and handed it to her: "Is it enough?"

Bai Ling checked it, and was about to say that it was not enough, but the old woman smiled: "Enough is enough, even the medicine is enough, and there is still a surplus."

Bai Ling had to put away the silver and said, "Uncle, you help watch Chanchan, I'll send the doctor, and go out to take medicine by the way."

Luo Qingzhou nodded.

Bai Ling left with the old woman, and turned back at the door to warn: "Uncle, don't bully Chan while others are away!"

Luo Qingzhou ignored her.

After they left, Luo Qingzhou went over and closed the door, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, and asked softly, "Chanchan, why haven't you eaten well these days?"

Xia Chan closed her eyes and did not answer.

Luo Qingzhou put the sword in his hand next to her, stood up and said, "Wait, my uncle will go to the kitchen to cook you something to eat." You must eat it later, otherwise my uncle will sit here tonight and not leave. “

After speaking, he left the room and went directly to the back kitchen.

Xia Chan lay on the bed, slowly opened her eyes, and clenched her sword.

In the back kitchen.

Song Ruyue was wearing an apron and cooking stir-fry in person.

Mei Er Qing'er and several people were all helping on the side

After Luo Qingzhou entered the back kitchen, several maids looked at him in surprise.

Mei'er hurriedly said, "Madam, my uncle is here."

Song Ruyue was tasting the soup in the pot with a spoon, was stunned when she heard the words, turned her head to look at the door, and then frowned and said; "Qingzhou, what are you doing here? You're a scholar, you're clean, it's all oil, get out of here. “

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to say, "Mother-in-law, I want to take some materials back and ask Fluttershy to help me make porridge."

Song Ruyue was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and said, "Do you like to drink porridge?" I'll help you get through it later, so get out there. “

Luo Qingzhou said, "I want to get some materials and let Fluttershy try her hand."

Song Ruyue saw that the soup in the pot was almost ready, and she didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, so she said impatiently: "Okay, okay, let Mei'er help you take it, don't touch it, your hand is the top student in the handwriting test, don't be stained with oil."

Mei'er hurriedly walked to the door and asked, "Uncle, what materials do you want to take?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "White rice, green vegetables, preserved eggs, lean meat."

After thinking about it, he glanced at the ingredients in the kitchen and said, "Dried shiitake mushrooms and dried shrimp skin."

Mei'er was stunned when she heard this, and wondered: "Isn't my uncle going to make porridge?" Isn't rice or millet enough?

Luo Qingzhou said: "Go get it."

Mei'er looked at him strangely and said, "Oh, uncle, go back first, and the slave will take it later."

Luo Qingzhou didn't say anything more, glanced at the busy mother-in-law again, and left the kitchen.

Return to the Immortal Residence.

Fluttershy is tucking away the quilt to dry in the courtyard, her petite body carrying the quilt so that she can barely see her feet.

Luo Qingzhou hurriedly went over to help her carry her to the house, and said, "Go to the kitchen and wash the pot, the fire will rise, and the son will cook porridge for you later."

Fluttershy's eyes widened and she said, "Childe, are you making porridge?" No, no, Childe can't go into the kitchen, Childe's hand is .......

"Don't be verbose, go!"

Luo Qingzhou's face sank.

Fluttershy gave him a weak look and said, "Oh."

Smoke soon rose from the kitchen chimney.

Luo Qingzhou entered the kitchen and washed the chopping board, knives and other items under clean water for a long time.

Then the pot was washed several more times.

Fluttershy was filling the firewood, looking at his skillful appearance, and couldn't help but say, "Childe, are you making Madame angry again, Madame didn't cook for us tonight?"

Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but smile when he heard this, nodded with a serious face, and said, "Hmm."

Fluttershy sighs softly, glances at his face, and doesn't dare to suck again.

Not much.

Mei'er sent all the materials over.

Fluttershy tries to ask her why her wife is angry, but she doesn't.

Mei'er put her things down, glanced at the two of them, and hurried away.

Luo Qingzhou began to wash the rice and put it in the pot, then cut the meat, vegetables, and preserved eggs, and put them on a plate on the side.

"Fluttershy, heat the other pot too, make sure to keep it low."

Luo Qingzhou gave an order, poured out the dried shiitake mushrooms and dried shrimp skin, began to rinse with water, and then put the source dry on the plate.

When the pot inside was hot, he poured the drained shiitake mushrooms and shrimp skin into the pot and began to stir-fry.

"Fluttershy, get smaller."

"Oh."

Fluttershy scatters the firewood inside.

Luo Qingzhou stir-fried quickly to prevent the pot from sticking.

After a while, an enticing fragrance suddenly filled the entire kitchen, and then, it wafted out again.

"Childe, it's so fragrant."

Fluttershy swallows and stares at the lightly charred dried shiitake mushrooms and dried shrimp skin in the pot.

Luo Qingzhou quickly stirred for a while, and said, "Okay, withdraw the fire."

He took the stuff and poured it into the potter, and began to crush it into minced powder to make the simplest monosodium glutamate.

"Childe, the porridge is almost ready."

Fluttershy lifts the lid and shouts, "Oops, Childe, you've put too much water, it's so thin."

Luo Qingzhou said: "Keep boiling, the fire is smaller."

Then pour in the minced lean meat, preserved eggs and greens, and stir well.

Soon, the smell filled the entire kitchen and small courtyard

Fluttershy's mouth watered, and she stared at the pot and said, "Childe, it's the first time the slave has seen these things poured into the porridge and boiled together, it smells so good."

"There's something more fragrant later."

Luo Qingzhou rolled the shrimp skin and shiitake mushrooms, waited for a while, and saw that the water in the pot began to decrease, and the porridge began to thicken and become sticky, and then the shrimp skin and shiitake mushroom powder were not skimmed in.

After stirring, he said, "Continue to simmer."

Fluttershy fills the firewood and keeps her saliva along her face, salivating and excited, "Childe, it's so fragrant, the slave wants to take a bite."

"Wait a little longer, boil the porridge to the stickiest and blend all the flavors."

Luo Qingzhou began to stir.

The rich fragrance wafted out of the kitchen, out of the small courtyard, and on the road outside.

Then followed the evening wind and floated to the Cicada Moon Palace

Miss Qin, who was sitting in a daze in the back garden, suddenly moved her nose, turned her head, and looked in the direction of Qi Xianju.

There was smoke on the chimney

And in the small garden of plum fragrance

Nangong Meijiao had already taken a shower, changed into a purple dress, and her jet-black hair had been wiped dry.

Mei'er came over and called them to dinner.

Nangong Meijiao was looking at Miss Qin Er's books and said, "I'm not too hungry, Weimo, why don't you go eat it yourself."

Qin Weimo pulled her and said, "That's not good, my mother will cook by herself tonight, if you don't eat, she will be unhappy."

Nangong Meijiao was helpless, so she had to put down the books and go out with her.

"Mei'er, did you call your uncle?"

Qin Weimo asked.

Mei'er said: "Not yet, the slave will shout."

Then he laughs, "Grandpa went to the kitchen before, got some ingredients, and told Fluttershy to learn how to cook." Mrs. heard that her uncle wanted to eat porridge, so she specially boiled a pot of white rice porridge, which was fragrant. ”

Nangong Meijiao couldn't help but say, "Aunt is really good to that guy."

Qin Weimo said: "Mei'er, you go back first, I'll go and call him with Sister Meijiao."

Mei'er said: "And the eldest lady ...... there"

Qin Weimo smiled: "Let's go shout."

Mei'er let out an "oh" and turned to leave.

Qin Huiyu and Nangong Meijiao, with Qiu'er and Zhu'er, walked to the Yan Xianju,

Before they reached the door, several people suddenly moved their noses, and there were puzzled expressions on their faces.

"Miss, it smells so good! Where's the scent?"

Zhu'er sniffed hard again, and the saliva in her mouth flowed out imperceptibly.

Qiu'er was also swallowing her saliva.

Qin Weimo raised his head suspiciously and looked at the Immortal Residence.

Nangong Meijiao saw the smoke rising there at a glance, and said with a strange face: "Are they cooking?" What smells so good?"

"There was the smell of rice porridge, and there was ......

Qin Weimo frowned, and hurriedly said, "Meijiao, go, go and have a look."

And at this time.

In the dining room in front, Song Ruyue was looking at the exquisite dishes she made on the table with a smile on her face, and said proudly: "Master, I made it myself, is it fragrant?"

Qin Wenzheng sniffed, nodded and said, "Incense."