"Got it?"

"Hmm."

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Crying without pain? Fragile. ”

Yan Fu choked, pulled out her hand, and trotted to the stove.

Fu Ciyi patted his head and hurriedly followed.

Yan Fu pinched her fingertips, twisted her eyebrows and squeezed out two drops of blood in pain, and washed her fingertips with water.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, plus her pain teaches ordinary people to be several times more sensitive.

The pain at the moment made her gasp, she couldn't help but sniff, and couldn't help but shed tears.

She's squeamish, and it's not the first time he's known it.

Fu Ciyi walked over slowly: "Shicai wants to say some easy words, but I don't want to say that word, you ......"

She cried even harder.

Crying silently, it was sad to see.

The tip of his heart twitched inexplicably, he squeezed her hand, and without saying a word, took her fingertips into his mouth.

Yan Fu was stunned.

The touch of the tip of the tongue brushing the fingertips was crispy and numb, and it was as if something had exploded in my brain.

At this moment, she realized that she was not only more sensitive to pain than ordinary people.

Even the senses of the side are sharper than ordinary people.

This feeling made her instinctively want to escape, but with his fingertips in his mouth and his wrists clasped by him, she couldn't break free.

"Fu Ciyi, this is not good."

The crying voice was full of sorrow.

It is practical and beautiful, and it is seductive.

Fu Ciyi's heart stopped inexplicably, and he sucked, and then let go of her slowly.

"Does it still hurt?"

The timbre is unexpectedly dull.

Yan Fu shook her head like a rattle: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." ”

If she said it hurt again, would he have ......

It's scary!

When the words fell, he hurriedly ran away, and when he came out of the stove, his toes almost tripped over the threshold.

Fu Ciyi was reaching out to help, only to see her run into the west wing and close the door.

It was as if he were a man-eating beast.

Turning his eyes, he saw that Li Xinheng and Caiyu were still practicing, and said in a cold voice: "There is nothing serious in the future, don't make a fuss." ”

The two of them stopped.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Caiyu pinched the back of Fang Xinheng's hand that hurt just now.

"Rough-skinned and thick-skinned ......"

Fu Ciyi didn't say any further.

——

It's close to noon.

In the mysterious courtyard, the man's life shadow is seven cars.

Ying Qi asked, "Childe wants to go out?" ”

"What? I can't go out? The man coughed twice and directly explained the purpose of his desire to go out, "I want to eat the medicinal food that has just come out of the pot." ”

"Childe, Elder Ding said that you had better be in the courtyard. If you really want to eat, your subordinates will buy it for you, go and come back quickly, it will not affect the taste. ”

"I'm here to recuperate, not to go to jail." The man walked towards the gate.

Ying Qi gave a look to the maid who followed behind, and the maid hurriedly went to invite Ding Lao.

Ding Lao was old, and he was out of breath when he trotted all the way to the door.

"My son, isn't it medicinal food? Didn't you praise what you did last time? If you want to eat, just keep doing it. ”

The man glanced at him: "You don't count in your heart?" Who helped with the seasoning, can you say that you made it all? ”

Ding Lao was speechless for a while.

The man stepped again.

Ding Lao couldn't, panting and followed, and pleaded in a low voice: "If the son wants to go out, please wear a hat." ”

The man stopped and raised his hand.

The maid at the back immediately put on her hat.

Accompanied by Ding Lao, Ying Qi drove, and the man finally got out of the house.

On the way, Ying Qi complained constantly: "Childe doesn't go out, but this is the reason when he goes out." ”

The medicinal food made by that village girl is delicious, but the son has never eaten any delicacies from the mountains and seas.

I've never seen a childe do this for a meal.

The house was only two miles from the town, and no matter how slow the carriage went, it would soon arrive.

As the meal approached, the number of customers coming to the restaurant gradually increased.

Liu Song lowered his head and dialed the abacus, looking up from time to time to see if the guys were enthusiastic about greeting guests.

Suddenly, a carriage stopped at the door, and a man with a hood on his head, who looked like a man, came out of the carriage and taught him to look at it a few more times.

Liu Song couldn't help but slander, who went out and wore a hat, like a little lady, afraid of being seen in the prosperous world?

His eyes moved to the guards on the side, and he realized that this person was probably the person behind the scenes who often had to pack medicinal food in insulated food boxes.

When even greeted him: "Three of you, please!" ”

Ying Qi protected his son-in-law and did not let the living get close, and when he saw the shopkeeper coming, he asked, "Is there a private room?" ”

"Yes." Liu Song raised his hand to lead the way.

After entering the private room, the man took off the hood on his head, covered his lips and coughed.

I saw that the young man's face was like a crown of jade, and his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

Liu Song muttered in his heart, his daughter's cold-faced husband was good-looking, and in all fairness, she was better than his festive son.

This time, why is there another one who looks better than his son?

It's just that this person doesn't seem to be in good health.

The man sat down and ordered a suckling pigeon medicinal diet, and also ordered two new spleen-strengthening and dampness-dispelling medicinal meals in the restaurant.

After a short time, three courses of medicinal food were served.

As he wished, he ate the medicinal food that had just come out of the pot in the restaurant, and the man still seemed to be dissatisfied: "Go and find the shopkeeper." ”

Shadow Seven answered the call.

When he arrived at the counter, he said to Liu Song: "My son-in-law asked the shopkeeper to come over." ”

Liu Song took the opportunity to inquire: "Your son-in-law is quite mysterious. Thinking of the luxurious carriage parked at the door, he guessed, "Your son-in-law is a noble man from the capital, right?" ”

Ying Qi couldn't help but glance at Liu Song: "The shopkeeper has eyesight. ”

"Can the little brother tell me the identity of your son-in-law?" Liu Song's gossip heart.

"I advise the shopkeeper, if you shouldn't know, ask less."

The two entered the private room.

The man said bluntly: "The taste of medicinal food can be even better." ”

I had eaten the medicinal food packed by Shadow Seven before, but I felt that the entrance temperature was not suitable. Later, when he ate the seasoning in the house, the girl had ordered it herself, and he realized that it could taste better.

At this moment, after eating three medicinal meals in a row, he always felt that something was missing.

Liu Song couldn't help but praise: "Childe has a good tongue, and the taste of medicinal food can indeed be made better." ”

The man said, "Then why not do better?" ”

"Don't hide it from my son, my daughter's medicinal diet is better than that of the cook."

"Your daughter?" The man frowned.

Ying Qi explained: "It's the little shopkeeper of the restaurant." ”

Childe, the village girl in your heart.

The man asked gently: "If I want to eat the medicinal food made by the little shopkeeper of your restaurant, can I let the shopkeeper know?" ”

"My daughter comes to the restaurant every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday every month, and if the son wants to eat, it will be the eleventh of this month at the earliest."

The man got up and coughed: "Okay, then I'll come back at eleven." ”

Today is the seventh day of the first lunar month, and the eleventh day is not long away.

Soon you will be able to eat the delicious medicinal food she makes.

The man paid the money, put on his hat, and slowly walked out of the private room.

Passing through the lobby, Ding Lao was sitting at a table in the corner, feasting.

The man stopped.

Ding Lao found that his son-in-law was looking at him not far away, and picked up a piece of pig's large intestine with chopsticks: "Childe, as Ying Qi said, the pig's large intestine in this restaurant is very delicious, do you want to taste it?" ”

Think of the ...... in the pig's intestine

The man retched. (End of chapter)