"Yes, yes, that's him. He likes to wear a Tang suit. I thought you didn't remember it." Li Fugui took two steps closer and said with a smile.
Grandma Yu rolled her eyes at him, then pierced the beef in the casserole with her chopsticks and nodded slightly.
"It's almost ready, turn off the heat and let it simmer."
As a Qingcheng native who loves spicy food, such light cooking is indeed a bit difficult to accept, but this is the wish of my little master, so I can only comply with it.
"Xiao Li, bring me some coriander."
Li Fugui: "..."
He glanced at the bracken root powder soaked in the basin and shook his head, thinking that this meant that coriander was the main course and bracken root powder was the topping.
So, I took the coriander and washed it while complaining: "Is it too much? Have you finished eating?"
"What's too much? You're so good, Miss! What good things can grow in that poor place in Jincheng? The coriander grows like that weed, it's so big and doesn't taste like coriander."
"Yes, yes, you are right, indeed."
While the two were chatting, Li Cong, who was responsible for helping Granny Yu, came in with a white radish.
"Hey, Lao Li, are you here to inspect the work again?"
"Hurry up and get to work." Granny Yu scolded angrily.
Li Cong shook his head and went to cut radishes.
He is good at carving. He can turn any white radish into exquisite handicrafts in just a few minutes. This is unique in Meiyuan.
Although he is a boy, he has a delicate appearance, red lips and white teeth, and is often mistaken for a girl.
…
On the highway, Tang Xiaowan was still sleeping.
"My eyes hurt. What did you spray? Why did you kill me? Who are you and why..."
Li Zi looked deeply at Tang Xiaowan, who was covered in cold sweat, and frowned, but did not wake her up.
He knew this was another nightmare.
To be precise, the scene of the night attack appeared again in Tang Xiaowan's dream.
Acupuncture treatment can indeed work, but it was stopped by Li Zishen in the past week because he had been doing it secretly without telling Tang Xiaowan.
My unwillingness is a big problem!
Tang Xiaowan seemed to be only interested in the night attack, eager to know who had administered the poison and what they were looking for, but she was very afraid of, and even repulsed by, the past.
For example, one day in Liyuan.
“Why is it always Chinese medicine pills?”
"I don't want to know, not at all!"
"Why are you laughing?"
…
This is what happened in early September.
In a dazed state, Tang Xiaowan uttered these words without beginning or end. Her voice was very loud, and the same words were repeated over and over again.
But the strange thing is that when she woke up the next day, she didn't remember anything. She even forgot why she ran out of the study in panic, why she burst into tears, and finally fainted on the stairs. between.
Li Zishen is still puzzled.
You gave me the little pig wood carving with your own hands, and you carved every cut in front of me. Why did it cause me to lose control of my emotions?
What happened during those days when you refused to meet? Falling in love with another man? No, it's impossible!
Because grandma passed away? No, it was not the right time, it was after the piggy wood carving.
There is nothing wrong with the physical examination report, except for the blood type...
Li Zishen wiped Tang Xiaowan's cold sweat while sighing at the specialness of her blood type.
As I was thinking about it, my heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Ye Wanhua also has a word for flower, and she also has rh-negative blood type O. Could it be that the flower mentioned in Xiaowan's diary before she lost her memory refers to Ye Wanhua?
Li Zishen sent a message to Bailong with various questions.
[Before returning from country Y, did you mention that Ye Wanhua’s husband turned out to be named Tang? 】
(End of chapter)
