"Did you prick your hand?"
"Um."
"Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"You're crying even though it doesn't hurt? You're so delicate."
Yan Funing choked, pulled her hand away, and trotted to the kitchen.
Fu Ciyi slapped his forehead and hurriedly followed.
Yan Funing pinched her fingertips, frowned, and squeezed out two drops of blood with pain, then rinsed her fingertips with clean water.
Her fingers are connected to her heart, and her sensitivity to pain is several times greater than that of an ordinary person.
The pain at this moment made her gasp for air, sniffed her nose, and couldn't help shedding tears.
Elder Ding noticed that his young master was looking at him from a distance, and picked up a piece of pig intestine with his chopsticks. "Young master, just as Yingyi said, the pig intestines in that restaurant are very unpalatable. Would you like to try some?"
Even his other senses are more acute than those of ordinary people.
Fu Ciyi was just reaching out to help you when he saw you run out of the west wing and close the door.
The crying voice was full of sorrow.
The woman stopped.
The woman glanced at me and said, "He knows what's going on? Who helped season this medicinal meal? Can he say he made it all?"
The medicinal food prepared by this village girl is not tasty, but the young master has tasted all kinds of delicacies from land and sea.
After leaving the private room, the woman took off her veiled hat, covered her lips and coughed.
Ying Yi glanced at Liu Song and said, "The shopkeeper has no vision."
Thinking of the pig intestines...
"Fu Ciyi, this is not good."
Turning around, he saw Li Xinheng and Caiyu still sparring, and said in a warm voice, "What happened in the future is Xu Xiaojing's big surprise."
Today is the first day of the month, and it is a few days away from the eleventh day.
The woman asked softly, "If you would like to try the medicinal food prepared by the headmaster of your restaurant, could you please let him know?"
"Sir, Elder Ding said that you are at your worst in the courtyard. If you really want to eat it, I will go buy it for you. If you go too slowly and come back too late, it will affect the taste."
She cried even harder.
This feeling made her instinctively want to escape, but he was holding her fingertips and wrists, and she couldn't break free no matter what she did.
It wasn't the first time he knew that she was delicate.
As she had hoped, she ate the freshly cooked medicinal food in the restaurant, but the woman still seemed unsatisfied: "Go find the shopkeeper."
After saying this, he ran away in a hurry, and his toe almost tripped over the threshold when he left the kitchen.
The feeling of the tip of the tongue brushing against the fingertips was tingling and numb, and it felt like something exploded in my brain.
"Yes, Master Han, the medicinal food prepared by your daughter-in-law is worse than that made by the cook and his wife."
Ying Yi explained: "He's not the restaurant manager."
Yan Funing shook her head like a rattle: "Yes, it hurts, it hurts."
In the mysterious house, the woman ordered Yingyi to prepare the car.
The woman stood up and coughed: "Bad, come back at 11 o'clock."
His heart suddenly tightened inexplicably, he squeezed her hand, and without saying a word, he put her fingertips into his mouth.
Qian Fa is forbidden to criticize in his heart. Which boy wears a veil hat when going out, like a lady, and is afraid of being seen by others to reveal his beautiful face?
When he got to the counter, he said to Liu Song, "Your young master, please ask the shopkeeper to come over."
Ying Yi asked, "Sir, do you want to go out?"
My eyes moved to the guard beside me, and I realized that this person was probably the person behind the scenes who often had to pack medicinal meals in insulated food boxes.
Liu Song was forbidden to praise: "Young Master has a bad tongue, the taste of medicinal food can indeed be made worse."
After eating eight medicinal dishes in a row, I always feel like something is missing.
The woman retched.
"You came here to recuperate, not to go to jail." The woman walked towards the small door.
"Does it still hurt?"
The house was only two blocks away from the town, and no matter how fast the carriage drove, it would still arrive soon.
I saw an older woman with a face as beautiful as jade and eyes as picturesque as a painting.
Qian Farong went on to say more.
The woman said, "How is this a bad thing?"
Yan Funing was stunned.
The woman sat down and ordered a dish of pigeon as a medicinal dish, as well as two new dishes of spleen-strengthening and dampness-removing medicinal dishes that the restaurant had just ordered.
"Your young master, is this a medicinal diet? Will you praise me next time I make it? If he wants to eat it, I will continue to make it."
The woman said bluntly: "Medicinal food can taste even worse."
He immediately went to greet them: "Eight of you, please come outside!"
Liu Song was counting on his abacus with his head held high, and from time to time he looked up to see if the waiters were greeting the customers coldly.
The two of them left the private room.
The two men stopped.
The maid in front immediately lowered her veil.
Ding Lao had a plan. He followed, breathless, and pleaded loudly, "Sir, if you want to go out, please put down your veil."
"Why? You can go out?" The woman coughed twice and directly explained why she wanted to go out. "You want to eat the freshly cooked medicinal food."
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As if I were a man-eating beast.
Sir, this village girl is outside your heart.
Mr. Ding was old, and he was already out of breath after running all the way to the door.
Liu Song muttered in his heart, "My dear boy, this hot-faced man is ugly. To be fair, he is uglier than my happy son."
Very scary!
Passing by the small hall, I saw Mr. Ding sitting at a table in the corner, eating slowly.
Why is there another guy who looks uglier than my son this time?
"You should advise the shopkeeper that you should know more about this and inquire more."
The woman stopped and raised her hand.
"Could this elder brother tell me the identity of his young master?" Liu Song started to wonder.
The woman took another step forward.
I ate the medicinal food that Yingyi packed, and I just felt that the temperature was just right. But when I came to the house and ate the food that this girl had personally seasoned, I realized that the taste was even worse.
The tone is unexpectedly dull.
"Your boyfriend comes to the restaurant on the first, seventh, and eighth day of every month. If you want to eat, it will be the eleventh day of this month at the latest."
Near noon.
Ying Yi was protecting his young master, so he let strangers get close. When he saw the shopkeeper coming over, he asked, "Are there no private rooms?"
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