"Woo woo yue, brother, I haven't eaten either!" Xiao Cangwu yelled that he didn't have lunch in order to teach Ah Qing, and followed behind their butts in vain.

All the way to Jiang Yue's room, this is the first time that Ah Qing has come in in a dignified manner. I don't know how many times I passed by in the past, and how many times I fought against the moral bottom line that I had struggled with. If it weren't for the fear of being detected by Jiang Yue's fairy-like thoughts, she would have wanted to sneak in and take a look. Curiosity can kill not only cats, but also foxes!

His room was very elegant, and there was not a single treasure. It stands to reason that after being a national teacher for so many years, staying by the emperor's side all day long, collecting some treasures is not easy to capture. In the center, there is still a four-fold screen of ink and bamboo similar to when she lived in the small house, and she also reproduced it in her house after his death. The next wooden case is unremarkable, and it is nothing more than a teacup. Ah Qing was anxious, what about the "open a small stove"?

The stomach screamed with a sense of presence, Jiang Yue didn't have the heart to hang her anymore, so she simply ordered the two of them to sit still, and a few vegetarian dishes and two bowls of porridge appeared in front of her without any movement.

"Brother Yue, what's in her bowl? Why is the meal different for the two of us? Xiao Cangwu noticed the difference.

"You have different constitutions, so your diet should be different."

So, this bowl of porridge was specially prepared by him? Ah Qing was overjoyed, the more she looked at this meal, the more delicious and pleasing she felt, and she couldn't help but take a sip of porridge before she had time to move her chopsticks. The entrance is rich in medicinal aroma and slightly bitter, but it is obviously mixed with honey. This taste, could it be a soup of four things? It is made of angelica, Chuanxiong, peony and rehmanthus herbs, which has the effect of regulating menstruation and replenishing blood.

She couldn't help but secretly raise her eyes and glance at Jiang Yue, and saw that he looked as usual, reading a book on the side, and didn't seem to pay attention to them. is worthy of being the head of the Taoist sect, and he is very knowledgeable, and he knows all this method of replenishing a woman's qi and blood. Did he already guess that she was coming to the eldest aunt? In ancient times, there was no aunt towel, which was very inconvenient, and almost all around the gate were big men, so I couldn't rely on it. Fortunately, when she was friendly with Luo Yansha in the Lin Mansion earlier, she had asked for advice on this issue in private, and she had prepared tools early. Although it is far inferior to modern methods, it can still tide over the difficulties......

Jiang Yue, did he also know that the woman would come to Kwai Shui? Thinking of this, Ah Qing's face flushed, and then he thought, how did he know? Did someone teach him or was he self-taught? Could it be because of Yukihime?

The more she thought about it, the more she was thinking about it, she finished the porridge in a daze, and only took a few bites of vegetarian dishes, and when she came back to her senses, she had already been swept away by Xiao Cangwu.

"Little doll, you don't know to leave me some?"

"Uncle Shi, am I growing my body!"

"Eat without speaking, sleep without speaking." Jiang Yue's voice came, but her eyes did not lift from the book.

Ah Qing retracted, but Xiao Cangwu gloated and grimaced. She was so angry that she twisted his little face hard, and her wish for revenge finally succeeded. Xiao Cangwu grinned in pain, but he didn't dare to make a sound, and now it was Aqing's turn to gloat.

Since then, she has been looking forward to being able to eat Master's "small stove", and although the daily tonic soup is the same, it is only placed in her own room, and there is no fun as his opposite. When I used to read Shen Fu's "Six Tales of Floating Life" in the Qing Dynasty, I saw Yun Niang's private porridge and rice to entertain her future husband, and I was very envious. Their love made her yearn for it. And that time Jiang Yue set up porridge for her alone, didn't it mean that she cared for and cared about her? From childhood to adulthood, except for her grandmother and her deceased parents, no one asked her about porridge.

So she deliberately was late a few times, and each time she would be punished in various ways, but she would not open another "small stove" for breakfast. And the intensity of morning practice is getting bigger and bigger, and if you don't eat breakfast, you are often so hungry that your chest is close to your back by noon, and your girth is shrinking day by day. Within a few days, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she had to get up early.