"Nonsense, a slight temper is arrogant, but it is not to the point of being angry." The owner of the left village frowned dissatisfied.

He knew better than anyone what his own daughter was like.

If there is a wrath of heaven, it should first fall on the sinners in the dungeons.

How could it be his turn to be gentle?

Cuicui realized that she had said the wrong thing, and lowered her head in panic, "I'm sorry for the owner, but I said the wrong thing in a panic." ”

"Stand down." The owner of the left village sighed helplessly.

Jiang Zhimian stopped Cuicui, "That master, did you say anything, for example, if something happens to your young lady, go to him or something?" ”

Cuicui was reprimanded just now, didn't dare to answer, lowered her head and looked at the owner of Zuo Zhuang with her eyes.

Zuo Zhuang said, "If Miss Jiang asks you anything, you just have to answer." ”

Hearing this, Cuicui opened the conversation.

"Having said that, the master said that if my young lady still has a trace of remorse, she will go to the temple outside the city on June 24 to kneel down and ask God for forgiveness, and she must kneel in."

Today is June 22.

In other words, go to the temple the day after tomorrow to pray to heaven.

Jiang Zhimian bowed slightly, "Got it, you go get busy." ”

After Cuicui went out, Jiang Zhimian broke away from Mrs. Jiang again and told the owner of Zuozhuang about this matter alone.

"Please ask the owner of Zuo Zhuang to play a play with me." Jiang Zhimian said.

The owner of Zuo Zhuang clasped his fists with both hands and held it high in front of him, "As long as it is ordered by Miss Jiang, I will definitely do my best to do it, I just hope that my family will be cured." ”

"Little things, I can still help with this little help." Jiang Zhimian is very confident in his medical skills.

The two of them planned a little, and the meal was almost finished.

Jiang Zhimian and Mrs. Jiang were escorted home by Zuojiazhuang's carriage.

The carriage was swaying on the road, and Mrs. Jiang was also very curious, and asked, "Mianmian, what did you and the owner of Zuo Zhuang talk about alone?" ”

"Let's just talk about this matter, I'm afraid Miss Zuo's face can't be cured." Jiang Zhimian shrugged.

The stakes are very high, and she can't tell Mrs. Jiang the whole plan for the time being, so as not to leak any news.

Mrs. Jiang believed it.

didn't care about pity Zuo Weirou, but worried about Jiang Zhimian first, "Then you treated her, but she didn't cure her, and the owner of Zuo Zhuang won't blame you when you turn around, right?" ”

"Of course not, we said before, now to treat Zuo Weirou, it can only be a symptom but not a cure, and it will definitely leave a very serious scar in the future, so this matter, the bell must be tied to the bell."

Mrs. Jiang understood.

"Go to that master?" She asked.

Jiang Zhimian nodded, a guilty glint flashed in his eyes, "Yes." ”

If you want to lie to your grandmother, you don't want to go.

But after thinking about it, it seems that not long after I crossed over, I had already told my grandmother that I was a reincarnated little fairy.

It's all a big lie, do you care about such a small one?

Thinking about it like this, my heart is really much calmer.

But Mrs. Jiang said very arbitrarily, "It's useless to find that master, it's all a pretense, tricking her into kneeling, just to boost her prestige." ”

Jiang Zhimian: !!

Is your old lady the reincarnation of Sherlock Holmes?

"Milk, why do you say that?" Jiang Zhimian didn't dare to be too obvious, so he could only ask in a low voice.

Mrs. Jiang said, "Isn't this simple? ”

Her baby Mianmian is a fairy, what is a fairy, that is the fairy in the sky?

And what is a master, to put it mildly, is a person who transmits information to the gods.

To put it mildly, it's just running errands for the gods.

Her family has not yet been powerful in Anchang Town, when will it be the turn of the errand runner to come out and shout?

Besides, those fairies in the sky let the fairies not notify them, but told a little minions?

It can be seen that what this master says is a fart!

And Jiang Zhimian listened to this analysis, and he was already in a trance.

Milk doesn't believe what this long-bearded Taoist said is a good thing, but she can use it for analysis by herself, what is this called?

At this time, the carriage had arrived at the door of the leisurely residence.

The groom hurriedly put away the footstool and respectfully invited the two to get out of the car.

I also talked about the time to go to Zuojiazhuang tomorrow for a consultation, and then drove the carriage away.

Hearing the noise outside, Jiang Shu hurriedly opened the door.

"Milk, third sister, you're back." He said.

Jiang Zhimian was already sleepy and yawned, "Big brother, it's really hard for you to wait for us, hurry up and go to sleep, I sleep too, good night." ”

"But there's chicken soup in the stove, and it's made for you." Jiang Shu said.

Mrs. Jiang couldn't help but wonder, "Didn't I ask Jiang Lin to make chicken soup, why did it change to you, and you read all the account books you showed Mianmian?" ”

"The second brother is going to Guangjuxuan tomorrow, so I'll let him go back to sleep, anyway, I can read the account anywhere, I'll go to the stove room and watch, no delay." Jiang Shu explained.

But Jiang Zhimian is really not interested in drinking soup.

He yawned again and waved his hand to his room.

Not long after I got in bed, I was already asleep.

Mrs. Jiang went to take a sip.

She is old, and after tossing like this at night, she is already hungry, and she doesn't dare to eat anything, for fear that she will accumulate food, and it is most suitable to drink soup.

The stewed milky chicken broth is filled with flakes of golden oil, and is served with chopped green onions.

When you drink it in your stomach, it is even warmer, and the fragrance lingers in your mouth for a long time.

Mrs. Jiang drank a bowl and handed the bowl out, "Another bowl." ”

The craftsmanship of these two grandsons is good, and it is really a shame not to go out and open a restaurant.

Thanks to Mianmian's persistence, otherwise she would definitely bury Jiang Lin, a natural cook.

"Milk, the third sister's medical skills are so powerful, she must have cured Zuo Weirou, right?" Jiang Shu handed the soup to Mrs. Jiang and asked casually.

Mrs. Jiang took the bowl and let out a long sigh.

This sigh made Jiang Shu's heart twitch.

Could it be that something has changed, even if the third sister goes, there is no way?

Mrs. Jiang didn't notice the change in his expression, and her heart eased a little, and then she said slowly, "Although this girl has targeted Mianmian before, she can know that her mistakes can be corrected, and she is also a good boy, didn't she help you clean up that female liar before, I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen." ”

"What the hell is wrong with her?"

After hearing such a big experience, Jiang Shu didn't know what was going on.

"She was calculated, half of her face was swollen like a pig's head, and it was full of pus, Mianmian said, even if it is good, it will leave a scar, but she is not married yet, if she has a scar, what should I do?"

Old Lady Jiang chattered, and Jiang Shu behind her turned pale.