Zhao Fuling sat here with Li Jingmo for an afternoon.

The other party slowly prepared the medicinal materials and prepared to change the dressing, and she crossed her arms to the side to watch.

Compared with the picture of Li Jingmo's free movement, Zhao Fuling felt for a moment that she was a sick person sitting motionless at the table.

Finally, in the evening, Peony brought a meal for the two.

Seeing the hot green vegetables on the plate, Zhao Fuling raised her eyebrows in surprise: "The one in the front yard picked a stubble?"

Peony answered, and was afraid of Li Jingmo who was not far away, raised her eyes and glanced at it before continuing: "The lettuce that Niangniang said jumped quickly, and the slave saw that if she didn't eat it anymore, she would get old, so she picked some of it first and sent it to you and Du Gongzi to eat."

Shortly after the lettuce was picked, it ran through the boiling water in the pot and dripped a few drops of sesame oil. Not only will the color not be dull, but it will look more green and delicious. Then stir-fry with minced garlic, consume oil to enhance the flavor, mix a little and stir it to eat.

The garlic is fragrant, crisp and delicious.

This is the lightest approach, but Zhao Fuling is not picky.

When the vegetables are exceptionally fresh, they are delicious in their original flavor. There is no need to deliberately use other seasonings to stir and improve the freshness, the gift of nature is already a delicious one.

Knowing that Li Jingmo was almost ready, she beckoned someone to come and sit, and handed the chopsticks over: "The first vegetable in the front yard, try it."

Li Jingmo raised his hand, touched the chopsticks and clenched them, and then pinched the dish on the plate very accurately.

The two ate quietly, and Peony waited next to her for a while, and left quietly.

When she came back, the dishes and chopsticks on the table had been cleaned up, and Zhao Fuling picked up a pack of medicine with a tense face and walked out with a solemn expression.

At first glance, it looks like he is going to the battlefield with the idea of dying with the enemy.

Peony didn't know why she was a little nervous, so she put up the dishes and chopsticks and chased after her and asked, "Niangniang, what's wrong?"

Zhao Fuling didn't look at her, her face was serious, but her tone was as gentle as ever: "It's okay, I'll go and decoct Du Gongzi."

"This medicine ......" Peony tilted her head, and there seemed to be a lot of doubt in her big eyes, "Is there a problem?"

Zhao Fuling walked into the room and sat down in front of the small stove before raising her head to look at her.

Seeing that this girl wanted to speak and stopped, Zhao Fuling guessed what she was thinking, and couldn't help laughing: "What do you think? This is Du Gongzi's own medicine, and I haven't touched it."

Peony was seen through her thoughts, her embarrassed little face turned red, and she felt that she shouldn't be so suspicious of Zhao Fuling, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed and regretful in her heart.

Zhao Fuling didn't say anything anymore, but said, "You go back, if Du Gongzi is safe at night, I will go back early." If there's anything, I'll be there to take care of it."

Peony nodded obediently this time, didn't bother Zhao Fuling again, turned her head and quickly walked out of the wall.

The sky was completely dark, and the summer sky changed again, and the clouds were like splashing ink, enveloping the whole yard in shadows.

Zhao Fuling picked up the decoctioned medicine, turned her head to look at the sky, and then raised her head and walked to the main house. Halfway through, the pouring rain fell without warning.

She covered the medicine bowl with her sleeve and walked up the steps with great speed.

As soon as he entered the house, he heard Li Jingmo sigh with a smile: "The heavy rain is not picked, it falls every time Miss Zhao comes."

Zhao Fuling also wanted to say that God seemed to have two white eyes, and every time she came here, it would rain to stop people.

She placed the medicine bowl on the table and lit an oil lamp to illuminate the dimly lit room.

When he turned around, he saw that the heat in the medicine bowl was almost dissipated, so he looked up at Li Jingmo and said, "Du Gongzi, you can drink the medicine."

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Chapter 115 Free to read when the heavy rain is not picked.