Qingti looked at Bi Cao running towards her in astonishment, and raised her hand to block her when she was about to approach.
"Don't come over here. I just came back from outside. I haven't been smoked with medicine yet. I don't know if I have any symptoms..."
Bi Cao said quickly, "It doesn't matter. Everyone in the house is sick, but I am fine. The lady said that I am the chosen one and will not get sick."
"Are they all sick?" Qingti wasn't sick either, so she wasn't surprised that Bicao wasn't sick, but she was very surprised that everyone in the house was sick.
Chu Dashan only said that the situation in the house was not very good, but did not say anything else.
In fact, she wanted to come back when she knew that Yu Jinxi was ill, but Chu Dashan was taboo about the second prince, so he escorted Qingti back only after his house was surrounded.
"Yes! Mother Zhang and Grandma Qian can't get out of bed, and the doctor is also sick." Bicao cried, "My cooking is so unpalatable, not only Miss Zhang can't eat it, but Mother Zhang Qian is also sick." Nanny and the others can’t even eat it…”
"If you don't come back, I don't know what to do."
Qingti glanced at the meal in her hand, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes. The meal looked like it was fed to pigs. It was strange that the lady could eat it.
"I know you've worked hard these days, so take a rest and I'll cook."
Hearing this, Bi Cao shook her head and said, "We can't rest. We haven't finished the afternoon medicine yet. We just finished giving them the morning medicine. We still need to prepare the afternoon medicine."
"The small medicine jar is not enough, so I have to use an iron pot to boil it."
Qingti said in surprise, "In the past two days...you have been cooking and making medicine alone?"
Bi Cao nodded heavily, "Aunt Qian and the others wanted to help, but they were coughing really badly and were dizzy, so I didn't let them get up. Just eat as much as you can for the next few days, as long as you can survive."
Although there were not many people in the house, there were still a lot of people to calculate. She felt tired just thinking about doing all the work by herself.
Qingti took the things from Bi Cao's hand and pulled her towards the kitchen. "Tell me if there is any work that you haven't done yet. I'll do it while you rest."
Bi Cao was not polite and said immediately, "I'll make the medicine and you cook. Cook more. Not only the young lady, but also Grandma Qian, Mother Zhang and the others haven't eaten well in the past two days."
Qingti nodded, but after entering the kitchen, her face changed.
The kitchen was in a mess, as if it had been robbed.
Bi Cao looked embarrassed, "I'm really too busy, and I didn't clean up the kitchen very much..."
Qingti took a deep breath and said calmly, "It's okay, I'll get it, and you can make the medicine."
Bi Cao hummed and went to pack the medicine pot.
Qingti rolled up her sleeves and worked, tidying up the kitchen inside and out, and then started cooking.
Thinking that everyone was sick and drinking so much bitter medicine, there must be no taste in the mouth, so she planned to make some sweet rice porridge with some side dishes. It was simple and delicious. The most important thing was that she could free up her hands to do other things. .
After finishing the kitchen, she saw Bi Cao brewing medicine as soon as she went out.
She set up two large pots to boil the herbs. The smell was very unpleasant. She didn't cover her mouth and nose. She seemed to be used to the smell.
The medicine that I had prepared before has been used up long ago, and all the medicine I drank these days was freshly prepared. Her green face was sallow and her eyelids were full of exhaustion.
But the first time Bi Cao saw her, she didn't complain that she was tired, but felt ashamed that she hadn't done anything good.
She was afraid that everyone in the house would be hungry, but she didn't notice that she had been exhausted for the past two days.
She completely regarded the people in this small courtyard as relatives.
I will worry about them and be anxious for them.
After Qingti smoked it with medicine, the sweet porridge in the kitchen was almost steamed. She divided it into several small bowls, then paired it with side dishes, and sent them to Hou and Bicao to different rooms.
When Bi Cao brought the hot sweet porridge to the boy at the door, the boy sneezed hard into his hands under the quilt.
Seeing this, Bi Cao quickly explained, "Don't worry, I didn't cook the rice. Qingti is back and she made the sweet porridge."
When the boy heard this, his eyes were full of joy. He quickly took the sweet porridge and took a big sip without caring about scalding it.
Bi Cao couldn't help laughing when she saw how hot he was.
Bi Cao became teasing and said with a straight face, "I think you enjoy the sweet porridge quite well."
The boy smiled awkwardly, "I drank too much medicine and want to eat something sweet."
Hearing this, Bi Cao burst out laughing, "I know you are sick and feel uncomfortable. Not only you, but also Aunt Qian and the others don't eat the food I cook. It's because of my poor cooking skills, not your mouth." pick."
The boy coughed several times and then said, "Sister Bicao, you have worked hard these past two days, making medicine and cooking... We all remember your kindness."
Bi Cao didn't expect to hear this. She hadn't done well in the past two days, but the boy's eyes looked at her with gratitude, which was completely different from before.
For a moment, Bi Cao was very moved, a wave of heat rushed through her heart, and the tip of her nose felt sore.
At this moment, the door was clicked, and Bi Cao subconsciously looked out, but the servant stopped her with a vigilant look.
"Sister Bicao, don't open the door first, let alone make any noise. First listen to what's going on outside."
Bi Cao nodded and did as he said.
After a while, the sounds outside disappeared.
The boy listened sullenly at the door for a while, then sat back down.
"It's not peaceful outside now. There are a lot of thieves. If it weren't for the people of the county king settling the refugees outside, I'm afraid there would have been gangsters running around in the capital."
Hearing this, Bi Cao sighed.
The world is not good, and the people are the ones suffering.
Bicao waited for the boy to finish the sweet porridge, put away the dishes and turned back to the kitchen. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the backyard, he saw a figure appearing in the backyard.
"why you?"
Bi Cao looked at Qingfeng in front of her in surprise, and subconsciously took a step forward, "Are you looking for the lady? She is in the room!"
Qingfeng didn't answer when he heard this. Instead, he took two steps back and said, "Stay away from me..."
Hearing this, Bi Cao frowned instantly, "Why does your voice sound like this? Are you sick?"
Qingfeng was about to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed first.
Seeing this, Bicao quickly asked, "Are you really sick? Have you taken any medicine? Do you have a fever?"
Just as Qingfeng shook his head, his body trembled and he sat down on the ground.
"Are you OK?"
Bi Cao hurriedly walked over to help him, and Qingfeng quickly looked away, "Stay away from me..."
"Everyone in the house is sick, but I'm not sick. I'm fine. You don't need to worry."
As Bi Cao spoke, she raised her hand to explore his forehead. Qing Feng subconsciously hid for a moment. Bi Cao's voice suddenly became serious, "You're already so permed, why are you hiding? I'll find a room for you to sleep in and drink." Medicine, reduce fever.”
"No...no, I still have things to do."
Qingfeng gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but his body felt cold and he couldn't exert any strength.
"What are you talking about? If you don't take medicine, you will die on the way. What else can you do?"
Bi Cao said with a straight face, then took Qingfeng's arm and took him to a nearby room to rest.
