Qing Ti looked at the oncoming green grass with a stunned expression, and raised her hand to block her when she was about to approach.

"Don't come here, I just came back from outside, and I haven't smoked it with medicine yet, so I don't know if there are any symptoms......"

Bicao hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's okay, everyone in the house is sick, just I'm fine, Miss said that I am the chosen one and I won't get sick." ”

"All sick?" Qingti wasn't sick either, so she wasn't surprised that Bicao wasn't sick, but everyone in the house was sick, which made her very surprised.

Chu Dashan only said that the situation in the house was not very good, and did not say anything else.

In fact, she knew that Yu Jinxi wanted to come back when she was sick, but Chu Dashan was taboo about the second prince, and after his mansion was fenced, she escorted Qingti back.

"Yes! Zhang's mother and Qian's mother couldn't get out of bed, and the doctor was also sick. Bicao cried and said, "My cooking is so unpalatable, not only Miss can't eat it, but even Zhang's mother Qian Mama can't eat it..."

"If you don't come back, I don't know what to do."

Qingti glanced at the food she was holding in her hand, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, the food really looked like it was fed to pigs, and it was strange that the young lady could eat it.

"I know you've worked hard these days, you rest, I'll cook."

Hearing this, Bicao shook her head and said, "I can't rest, the medicine for the afternoon hasn't been boiled yet, I just finished giving them the medicine for the morning, and the medicine for the afternoon still has to be prepared." ”

"The small medicine pot is not enough, so it has to be boiled in an iron pot."

Qingti was surprised, "These two days... Are you cooking and boiling medicine by yourself? ”

Bicao nodded heavily, "Mama Qian, they wanted to help, but the cough was really bad, and they were dizzy, so I didn't let them get up." Let's eat it for a few days, as long as you can live. ”

Although there are not many people in the house, there are a lot of calculations, and she does all the work alone, and she feels tired when she thinks about it.

Qingti took the things in Bicao's hand and pulled her to the kitchen, "If there is any work you haven't done, you tell me, I'll do it, you rest." ”

Bicao was not polite, and immediately said, "I'll boil the medicine, and you go cook." Do more, not only Miss, but also Mama Qian and Mama Zhang have not eaten well in the past two days. ”

Qingti nodded, but her face changed when she entered the kitchen.

The kitchen was a mess, like a burglar.

Bicao looked embarrassed, "I'm too busy, and the kitchen hasn't been cleaned up much..."

Qingti took a deep breath and pretended to be nothing, "It's okay, I'll get it, you go and boil the medicine." ”

Bicao snorted and went to clean up the medicine pot.

Qingti rolled up her sleeves and worked, cleaned up the kitchen inside and out, and then began to cook.

Thinking that everyone was sick and drank so many bitter medicines, there must be no taste in their mouths, so she planned to make some sweet porridge with eight treasures, and some side dishes, which was simple and delicious, and most importantly, she could free up her hands to do other things.

She finished the kitchen, and as soon as she went out, she saw Bicao boiling medicine.

She set up two large pots to cook herbs, and the smell of the medicine was terrible, she didn't cover her mouth and nose, and seemed to be used to the smell.

The medicine that was boiled in the past has long been used up, and all the medicines that have been drunk these days are boiled freshly, and the face of the green grass is sallow and yellow, and the eyelids are full of exhaustion.

But the first time Bicao saw her, she was not complaining that she was tired, but ashamed that she had not done a good deed.

She was afraid that the house would be hungry, but she didn't notice that she had been tired for the past two days.

She completely regarded the people in this small courtyard as relatives.

Will worry about them, worry about them.

After Qingti smoked with medicine, the sweet porridge in the kitchen was almost steamed, she divided several small bowls, and then served them with side dishes, one by one, and let Hou and Bicao send them to different rooms.

When Bicao brought the hot sweet porridge to the little guy at the door, the little guy covered the quilt and sneezed fiercely.

Seeing this, Bicao hurriedly explained, "Don't worry, it's not my cooking, Qingti is back, and she made sweet porridge." ”

When the little guy heard this, his eyes were full of joy, and he hurriedly took the sweet porridge and took a big sip without caring about the heat.

Seeing that he was inhaling hotly, Bicao couldn't help laughing, and the little guy hurriedly explained, "Sister Bicao, it's not me who picks my mouth, I have no taste in my mouth, and I really can't eat it." ”

Bicao teased her, and said with a straight face, "I see that you eat sweet porridge very well." ”

The little guy smiled awkwardly, "I drank too much medicine and wanted to eat sweet." ”

Hearing this, Bicao laughed out loud, "I know, you are sick and uncomfortable, not only you, but Mama Qian and they don't eat the food I cook, it's because I don't have good cooking skills, it's not you who pick your mouth." ”

The little girl coughed several times in a row, and then said, "Sister Bicao, you have worked hard in the past two days, boiling medicine and cooking...... We all remember your affection. ”

Bicao didn't expect to hear this, she hadn't done well in the past two days, but the little girl's eyes were full of gratitude when she looked at her, which was completely different from before.

For a while, Bicao was very moved, a stream of heat rushed in his heart, and the tip of his nose was sour.

At this moment, the door was slammed, and Bicao subconsciously looked out, but the little girl stopped her vigilantly.

"Sister Bicao, don't open the door first, let alone make a sound, listen to what is going on outside."

Bicao nodded and did as he was told.

After a while, the sound outside was gone.

The little servant listened to the door for a while with a calm face, and then sat back down.

"It's not peaceful outside, there are a lot of thieves, if it weren't for the people of the county king to settle the homeless people outside, I'm afraid that there would have been bandits in this capital a long time ago."

Hearing this, Bicao sighed.

The way of the world is not good, and it is the people who suffer.

Bicao and the other little servants drank the sweet porridge, took away the dishes and chopsticks and turned back to the kitchen, but as soon as they walked to the backyard, they saw a figure appear in the backyard.

"How are you?"

Bicao looked at Qingfeng in front of her in surprise, and subconsciously took a step forward, "Are you looking for Miss?" She's in the room! ”

Aomine didn't answer when he heard this, but took two steps back, "Stay away from me..."

Hearing this, Bicao instantly frowned, "What's wrong with your voice?" Sick? ”

Aomine was about to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed first.

Seeing this, Bicao hurriedly asked, "Are you really sick?" Didn't drink the medicine? Do you have a fever? ”

Aomine just shook his head, his body trembled, and he sat on the ground.

"Are you alright?"

Bicao hurriedly walked over to help him, Qingfeng hurriedly turned his face away, "Stay away from me..."

"Everyone in the house is sick, as long as I'm not sick, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about it."

Bicao said, and raised his hand to probe his forehead, Qingfeng subconsciously dodged, and Bicao's voice suddenly became serious, "You're all burned like this, what are you hiding?" I'll find you a room to sleep in, drink medicine, and reduce fever. ”

"No...... No, I still have something to do. ”

Qingfeng gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but his body was chilled for a while, and he couldn't exert any strength.

"What are you talking about, just like you, if you don't drink medicine, you have to die in the middle of the road, what else can you do?"

Bicao said with a straight face, then took Aomine's arm and took him to the nearest room to rest.