Zhao Dali saw him silent, thinking that the pretty boy was scared.
Tsk, this kind of sickly man is trouble.
What's the use of being handsome?
Women are so chatty that they can scare you to death just about anything they say.
He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, the leggings that Madam Ning made before were exceeded every day. It doesn't matter if we delay them for a few days. We can catch up."
Ying Xianqing smiled back.
Zhao Dali was stunned for a moment.
You monster, what is a man doing with such good looks!
His eyes found his narrow waist, then touched his strong chest muscles, and finally found his balance.
The corner of his mouth curled up and he shook his head secretly.
His wife was right, he had to be as tall as he was to be called a man.
Ying Xianqing is such a weakling, so it's really no use for such a good girl as Mrs. Ning.
During the lunch break, everyone just ate something and then continued on their way.
Ying Xianqing felt uncomfortable being looked at by Zhao Dali, and having finished finding out the information, she dismounted and prepared to leave on her own.
Ning Yue saw it and urged him to get on the carriage.
"You haven't recovered yet. You'll faint if you take a few more steps. Come up quickly."
With such a big wound on his head, it was already a miracle that he could wake up and not become an idiot.
If you want to return to normal, you have to take good care of yourself for a while.
Ning Yue looked at the angular face, but her mind was recalling the feeling of her cheeks touching each other.
It's a pity that I can't apply stickers now that I'm awake, otherwise I should be able to get better faster.
Ying Xianqing looked calm on the surface, but in fact the corners of her mouth turned up and she couldn't hold them down.
She still cares about me.
I was thinking in my heart, since she is so delicate in her heart, should I just pretend to be faint and give her a chance to touch the stubble?
However, this joy was immediately wiped out by Ning Yue's words: "Look, I forgot to boil the medicine for you again. I will ask Lingzhu to boil the medicine for you again tonight."
Zhao Dali didn't forget the medicine, but he, as the husband-in-law, forgot the medicine.
Care about me P.
Ying Xianqing felt a bit sour and didn't know what was going on, so she simply climbed into the new carriage alone.
Ning Yue saw him suddenly turn to another carriage and was confused: "Are you still afraid of suffering? Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease!"
Caiyan quietly rolled her eyes at the carriage.
A man is actually afraid of taking medicine.
Ning Yue didn't wait for her to roll her eyes and stuck her head out again: "I have rock candy in my bag. You can get some for him tonight."
Caiyan was stunned.
Along the way, the lady has prescribed so many prescriptions and prepared so many medicines. This is the first time that she has coaxed someone to take medicine and gave her candy...
Miss, you must have fallen in love with her husband-in-law, right?
Why do I feel like my cabbage is about to be eaten by a pig...
After thinking about it, I laughed again.
That's her husband. . .
It would be great if the two of them could love each other.
After resting for the night, Ning Yue had just picked out a black-bone chicken, and Yu Ren volunteered to be the chef.
Before he took office, he cooked in Ying Xianqing's small kitchen. He was the only one who worked hard, washing, cutting and tidying up. And every time Ying Xianqing ate it, there was no comment.
Now he only needs to cook, while others do other work, and everyone is very supportive. They eat cleanly every time, and there are people salivating next to him. The sense of accomplishment is almost overflowing.
Ning Yue had tasted his craftsmanship before, so she gave it to him with confidence and asked him to make a large pot of red date and black chicken soup.
Then when he was about to pick up medicine for Ying Xianqing, Ying Lingzhu came over first.
She looked a little nervous: "Sister-in-law, Caiyan said you want me to boil medicine for my brother in the evening. Give me the recipe. This time I will pick the medicine myself. You can watch from the side to see if I picked the right one."
Ning Yue originally had the recipe in her mind, but seeing that she rarely took the initiative to learn it, she wrote a recipe and handed it to her.
Ying Lingzhu took the prescription, glanced at it, opened the bamboo bag filled with herbs, and sorted the medicines neatly.
Ning Yue's eyes widened: "Where did you learn this?"
Ying Lingzhu's eyes widened: "Is everything right?"
Ning Yue nodded.
Ying Lingzhu breathed a long sigh of relief, took out a few paintings from his arms and showed them to Ning Yue: "I pestered Mr. Cui to teach me, and he drew these pictures of medicinal materials for me, and I look at them every day. You are on your way. It’s so hard, if I learn how to do it, I can help you share some of it.”
In fact, one thing she didn't say was that she wanted to learn medicine.
I just didn’t dare to mention it.
Cui Lang has always been mediocre from middle school to senior level. She has always been scolded by Li's mother and son for being stupid and stupid.
She likes this sister-in-law and doesn't want her to feel stupid too.
And my sister-in-law is already busy enough, so I can’t waste her time anymore.
Therefore, the medicinal materials painting was almost ruined before I dared to come forward and try it.
Ning Yue took the painting.
The edges of the painting are beginning to become burred, and the folds are also a little torn. The owner of the painting has obviously looked at it frequently.
She smiled and said, "Go ahead and boil the medicine. Once it's done, bring it to your brother."
Ying Lingzhu responded crisply and happily made a fire to cook the medicine.
Ning Yue lowered her head and looked at the painting in her hand.
Dr. Cui's medical skills are mediocre, but his painting skills are really good.
In just a few strokes, the medicinal materials and growing environment are outlined, with details and contrasts. It’s even clearer than the diagrams in Chinese medicine textbooks.
Perhaps this is where his talent lies.
The medicine is ready before dinner.
Ying Lingzhu quickly went to find Ying Xianqing with a bowl of medicine.
Ying Xianqing took the bowl and was about to drink it all in one gulp.
Caiyan handed over a piece of rock candy: "I almost forgot, the lady asked me to give this to you."
Ying Xianqing took it and looked at Caiyan questioningly.
Caiyan: "After drinking the medicine with sugar in your mouth, it won't be bitter anymore." After saying that, she left.
After Ying Lingzhu saw her off, he turned around and winked: "Brother, why does my sister-in-law treat you like a child?"
Her brother is very good at taking medicine, so he doesn't need sweets to sweeten his mouth.
She remembered that she had a cold once when she was a child. She took bitter medicine for more than ten days but it was not good, so she cried and refused to take it. Her brother happened to come to see her.
At that time, my brother was only seven or eight years old. Without even frowning, he tilted his neck and poured a bowl of medicine into his mouth: "See, it's not bitter at all."
As a result, she drank no medicine.
In the end, my brother sneaked out and asked a doctor to see the doctor again and get medicine.
Strangely enough, my brother asked the doctor to cure him after just one dose of medicine.
When she came back to her senses, she realized that Ying Xianqing had drank up all the medicine in one gulp.
Ying Lingzhu pretended to grab the candy: "You don't need it anyway, give me the candy."
Ying Xianqing ducked the hand holding the candy, put the candy into her mouth with a feint, and said with a smile: "What did you grab for the candy someone gave me?"
Ying Lingzhu suppressed a smile.
Her brother is really different.
He used to always have a stern expression on his face, but now he can actually smile and joke with her.
Ying Xianqing tasted the sweetness that kept melting in her mouth, glanced at Ning Yue who was busy feeding chickens with Zhen'er, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
After a while, the aroma of chicken soup spread far and wide.
Zhao Dali and Li Desheng came after smelling the fragrance.
You Ren cooked a few more vegetables and the rice was cooked.
The Ying family, who had just packed up the entire back kitchen of a luxury restaurant, had an abundance of ingredients.
In addition, the level of travel is very good, and everyone is greedy as soon as the meal starts.
