Cake, for modern people, is not a strange thing, the history of the invention of the cake is an ancient Egyptian, and then was introduced to Yida, which has the history of the development of cakes, in the thirteenth century, gradually formed a unique form, and then gradually improved to form the cake model we see now.

Introduced into China, it should be around the late Qing Dynasty, and gradually became popular in the upper class, but in the history of China, there are also cakes, but the ancient people did not call it cake, but called it sugar cake, hair cake, sticky cake and other names, and the style is not the same.

Fang Jing's love for cakes can be said to be very low, he prefers to eat buns, dumplings or something.

And the little dolls, because of the problems of teeth and sweet taste, will relatively prefer to eat this kind of soft and sweet food, just like Xiao Linghua and Xiao Zizi.

"Brother, it's delicious, I'll have to eat cake in the future." Xiao Ling ate the cake in her hand little by little, but her eyes never left the whole cake in the basket on the table.

"Brother Jing, it's delicious." The little son had already stuffed the piece that was given to her into her mouth and finished eating, and was looking at the cake on the table as if she was about to wear it.

"Wait a minute, Queen, you can also eat some and taste it." Fang Jing cut a piece, took the bowl and handed it to the queen who was standing not far away, feeling like she was taking care of a child, and raised the queen as a child.

"Thank you, sir." After the queen took the bowl, she didn't start to eat, and wanted to give it to the little son, but found that the little child's eyes didn't look at her at all, and kept staring at the cake on the table.

"Come, these two pieces are all for you, and this is the only one before dinner today, unless you don't want to eat dinner." Fang Jing cut two more pieces, took two bamboo bowls and handed them to the two little broken children, really worried that these two little broken children would not let go of the cake on this table.

"Sir, this cake tastes really good, very soft, fluffy, sweet, and a milky fragrance, Mr. is really a master cook." After tasting it, the queen felt that the cake was the best dessert she had ever tasted, at least for now.

"Come, you two can eat a piece of food, and feel free to do so in this house." Fang Jing didn't answer the queen's words, and divided it into two pieces and gave them to the two nurses and the female official's entourage.

"Thank you, sir." The two entourages were a little surprised, they were just eager in their eyes, but they didn't expect Fang Jing to give them some, this was an impossible thing for them, but they never thought that they could eat it if they looked at the queen with their approval.

"If the gentleman gave it, just eat it." The queen nodded and said, in Fang Jing's family, she knows that there is no distinction between dignity and inferiority, there is only good and bad, everything returns to the original starting point, but all this also makes her enjoy it more, simple and pure.

"Here, Wukong, I'll give you a piece, but that's the only one." Xiao Linghua saw Wukong squeaking anxiously on the side, but she was in a hurry, Xiao Linghua quickly divided nearly half of it and handed it to Wukong, but there was some reluctance in her eyes, but she had to give it to Wukong, who was her good friend.

Fang Jing herself, also cut a small piece and tasted it, the taste was average, mainly because she didn't like to eat it, and only the little babies liked to eat it.

Cover it with something, take the cake, put it in the miscellaneous room, and then distribute it to the other children who are still in school, especially Fang Yuan, if she doesn't let her eat it, maybe how to arrange her brother behind her back.

The little son watched Fang Jing put away all the cakes, he was a little anxious, he was still thinking about eating the bowl quickly, and then divide a large piece, but now it's okay, there is only a small piece in the bowl, and all the cakes on the table are gone.

The queen saw it in her eyes, so she had to take the piece in her bowl and put it in the bowl of the little son, and looked at her little daughter distressedly.

"Thank you, mother." After the little son looked at the sudden appearance of a piece of cake in the bowl, he saw that it was given by his mother, showing a big smile, and then, after only a few bites, the two attendants also shared the cake in their bowl with the little son, and now, the little son was even happier.

Fang Jing didn't care, she didn't care about being a mother, she didn't want to say anything, although the cake was delicious, it had to be in moderation, and it was estimated that she would have to drink some water.

"Queen, you rest at home, I'll go to the cottage, and my aunt and uncle should come back in a while." Fang Jing looked at the sky outside, plus he was a man who was always in this group of women, and he was a little blind, so he still avoided it, and he really had to go to Caochang.

"If you have something to do, sir, let's go and get busy." The queen thought that Fang Jing must be worried about Yi Guogong's condition, so she didn't say anything.

Fang Jing walked out of the house, let out a long breath, and walked in the direction of the grass hall, and after a while, he arrived at the grass hall, and when he came to the consultation room, he saw that Qin Qiong didn't seem to have woken up yet, and Jia Shi and Huai Dao had been in a hurry in the consultation room.

"Nephew Jing is here." After Jia Shi saw Fang Jing, he hurriedly stood up from the stool and said hello.

"Mrs. Qin, don't worry too much, Mr. Sun, give it, this is what I just wrote, you take it and take a good look at it, study it carefully, if you need to use blood, you can ask Qian Shi to notify the soldiers in the camp to come over for inspection." Fang Jing comforted Jia, and then took out the dozens of pieces of paper from his arms and handed them to Sun Simung.

After Sun Simiao took the paper handed over by Fang Jing, he sat on the side and looked at it carefully, this look shocked him, he always thought that Fang Jing's medical skills should be very high, but he didn't expect that Fang Jing could even think of such a thing as blood transfusion, and it also included blood type or something, this was a new thing for him, not that he couldn't accept it, but he was just a little surprised.

"Fang Jing, is what is written here true? Although it is a way to treat the symptoms but not the root cause, it can also be relieved first, and then raised. After Sun Simiao looked at the paper, he raised his head and asked Fang Jing.

"Mr. Sun, I'm sure it's okay, but this blood type needs to be checked by you, and the methods are all in it." Fang Jing didn't say much, this thing should be handed over to Sun Simiao and other experts to get it, and his half-pulled veterinarian should forget it.

"Okay, I'll go and study it well, Cheng Fei, I'll leave it to you here, Miao Feng, let's go to the experiment first." Sun Simiao's acute son is always more urgent than anyone else, even if Yiguo Gong is curing his illness, he can't resist his enthusiasm for research, not to mention that this is still a new thing.

"Doctor Sun, my husband is ......" Jia Shi looked at Sun Simiao and they were leaving, and he was a little anxious.

"Mrs. Qin, there is no problem with Yiguo Gong for the time being, after drinking the medicine, it will take some time, wait for an hour or so, Yi Guogong will wake up, and we are going to discuss the new treatment plan of Yiguo Gong, there are no ones here, Mrs. Qin, don't worry too much." Sun Simiao looked at the anxious Jia family, comforted him, and after finishing speaking, he left with Miao Feng and the others.

Fang Jing stood in the consultation room, neither to leave, nor to stay, so he had to walk out of the clinic and take a breath outside, this illness and treatment was a sad and sad thing, Fang Jing couldn't laugh three times, although Yi Guogong's friendship with him was not so deep, sadness, for Fang Jing, it was impossible to appear.

Of course, if someone in Fangjia Village passed away, then Fang Jing would inevitably be sad, this is actually a normal thing for people, people who have a big relationship with themselves basically just maintain a sad state, unless Yiguo Gong really passes away, Fang Jing may sigh heavily.

"Brother Jing." Qin Huaidao also walked out, looked at Fang Jing, and shouted in his mouth.

Although Qin Huaidao was only ten years old, and he was not very familiar with Fang Jing, in this Fangjia Village, only Fang Jing was the most familiar, and this time he came to Fangjia Village to seek medical treatment, at home, Yi Guogong told him that everything must be done by Fang Jing.

And Qin Huaidao, in these years, although he is not like those noble children in Chang'an, who have caused trouble everywhere, but for Qin Huaidao, as long as his father is gone, then his life will be far away from Chang'an, away from Kyoto in the Tang Dynasty, and away from the days of the powerful.

"It's okay, your father is just in a coma temporarily, he came here, your father's life can definitely be saved, and later, you and your mother will come to the house for dinner, and live at home in the future, your father can only live here temporarily these days, just leave a few to take care of, and when your father gets better, then move to my house." Fang Jing didn't know how to comfort this little guy, and this little guy still had a different background, although he was Qin Qiong's eldest son, he didn't inherit the title of Duke of Guo in the end, and he probably ended up disheartened and depressed.

"Thank you, Brother Jing." Although Qin Huaidao is young, his mind is quite mature, it is estimated that he grew up in Chang'an, and he has seen all kinds of people, and he still has a calm temperament.

"In the future, if your father is recuperating here for a long time, you will also go to the school to study, or follow the Qingque to help in the laboratory, learn more things, don't be afraid of anything, and don't because this is Fangjia Village, there is no intrigue in Chang'an, there is only harmony, and Mu, although it is not as prosperous as Chang'an, but it has a different life experience." What Fang Jing said, maybe it was for Qin Huaidao's consideration, Fang Jing could be regarded as watching Qin Huaidao grow up, although he hadn't seen it a few times, but this did not affect Fang Jing's ability to take care of Qin Huaidao.

"Well, Brother Jing, I listen to you." Qin Huaidao stood quietly beside Fang Jing, listening to Fang Jing's words, here, for him, it was completely unfamiliar, everything didn't know what it was like, as soon as he came, he came to the Fang family's cottage, worried about his father's illness.

Fang Jing looked at Qin Huaidao, he was completely different from Qin Qiong, and his temperament was completely different, maybe in a few years, there might be some changes.

"Brother Jing, what should they do? How do I sort by? Qin Huaidao pointed to the guards not far away, for these people, although they are family generals, subordinates, and guards, they have a different relationship with Qin Qiong, and at the same time, in Qin Huaidao's heart, these belong to the family.

"Dinner is either in the canteen of the thatched cottage, or go to the camp to eat, if you live, you can only go to the camp, there are a lot of barracks, which are specially for the soldiers to live, and I will go to inform the Qian Shi to come and press the row later." Fang Jing looked at the direction that Qin Huaidao was pointing, although there were not many of them, but those who came with Qin Huaidao and them had already been lined up to the camp, and there were almost fifty or sixty people.

As for the problem of food and accommodation, it can only be handed over to Qian Shi to manage, and he doesn't have so much energy to take care of these, and the problem of food and accommodation has always been undertaken by a camp, although these people are from the Yiguo Mansion, but they are also Li Shimin's people, if they don't eat Li Shimin's, can they eat our Jing's?

"Brother Jing, what if my father can't be cured?" Qin Huaidao suddenly, such a sentence came out, which made Fang Jing a little stunned and stared at Qin Huaidao.

"What do you think, you little brat? When you get here, there is no disease that cannot be cured, unless it is a mortal disease, and your father is only a disease caused by qi and blood, so it is not so troublesome, put your heart in your stomach. Fang Jing really didn't know what to think of this little kid in front of him, there were so many thoughts, even if Qin Qiong died, he was Qin Qiong's son, could it be that Li Shimin really didn't care? It's unlikely.

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