"Yes." Linlang pinched the little hands, and the little girl blushed shyly, but still obediently let her lead her.

"Go back and make a pot of Qibao Wufa porridge for the princess first, and then take some other medicinal food, and the princess will get better after eating it for a while."

"That couldn't be better." It's not that Concubine Luo hasn't worried about her daughter's yellow hair, and it's not that she hasn't asked a doctor to prescribe medicine.

But the herb is bitter, and the child is young.

Even if Princess Pillow Dream is very well-behaved and willing to endure eating, she will subconsciously vomit.

After a few trips, Luo Lianyi, who was a mother, was distressed. I plan to just wait for my daughter to be older and then solve this matter.

Now Linlang has a way.

She was naturally very generous, "You take these first, if you don't have enough money, you can come to the palace again." ”

Linlang carried the big bag of silver, and suddenly felt a sense of mission: "The slave and maid promise to complete the task!" Don't let your mother down! ”

And never let the silver go in vain!

......

In winter, you have to have a steaming bowl of good lamb to enjoy it.

The two-year-old slaughtered lamb has a fat meat, with red dates, wolfberries, codonopsis and other nourishing herbs, boiled into a pot of thick white fragrance.

Originally, Linlang was worried that some people didn't like sheep, and she was afraid that Qiubai would also be one of them.

But it turned out she was thinking too much.

He Chu, a migrant worker who was also taken care of by her special meal, would also euphemistically tell her that he couldn't eat spicy food.

This guy is not a picky eater at all.

So far, at least, he's eaten whatever she feeds.

"My lord, is there really anything you don't like to eat? It's all so familiar, don't be embarrassed to say it. Really, the slave will remember it clearly. ”

After thinking about it again, Linlang decided to ask again.

But the other party glanced at her with an idiot look, and said, "I don't have anything I don't like to eat, you have asked this question three times, and your ears are calloused." ”

"It's because it's too cold and your brain is so cold that you can't turn it, so your memory is not very good?"

Linlang: ......

Damn, she shouldn't have opened this mouth!

This infuriating man's poisonous tongue!!

"In a famine year, I couldn't even eat bark and grass roots, so what else did I choose?" The boy took the bowl satisfied, and she had worked hard to make the mutton soup for two hours, and she was not polite at all.

Linlang twitched the corner of her mouth.

Lean year? Bark grass roots?

He can confront Rong Zhaoyi's harem crab head-on, and get out of the way. To say the least, it has to be a glossy relation.

Why do you still say it...... Like he personally gnawed on these?

"By the way, I've got you all the books you want, right under the desk, go see if you have any trouble with this bowl of soup?"

Qiu Bai is scared, but she won't be scared of her craftsmanship or the dishes she makes. It can even be said to be very respectful.

After all, the three-layer food box of the Youth League last time, Linlang really couldn't figure it out after knowing it, how did he eat all of them by himself?

"How do these books ......" feels a little familiar.

Linlang was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted to where she had seen it.

- Library Pavilion.

She glanced at Qiu Bai, who was putting the empty bowl back in the food box, and her heart jumped violently.

Since these books can be placed here in such a righteous and bright light...... It shouldn't be like her, she stole it.

But if he could enter the library at will, it would be even more confusing.

But she couldn't ask.

When asked, it was revealed.