Chapter 363 Busy with Various Things
The sun sets in the west, casting a red streak across the dark blue sky.
In the yard, Xiao Jingfan put down his book, blinked to ease the discomfort, and said, "Tea."
The white porcelain cup was brought to his hand. He looked up and saw Zhou Yuande's fat face again.
He glanced around the yard while holding his tea, and sure enough, he didn't see that familiar figure.
Why are you not here again?
He didn't even need to ask, Zhou Yuande answered quickly: "Miss Liu Zheng is in the kitchen making dinner."
Cooking again.
Xiao Jingfan frowned: "She wants to stay in the Du Mansion and be a cook?"
Zhou Yuande couldn't respond to this.
Fortunately, Xiao Jingfan didn't really ask him to answer. He drank his tea and recalled carefully, and found that he had seen Chu Liuzheng twice today, once at lunch and once when he served him snacks, and he didn't even get to say a complete sentence.
The rest of the time, no one is there. When you ask, you know they are busy with various things.
He couldn't help but pull Zhou Yuande to reflect together, wondering if the work assigned to Chu Liuzheng was too much?
How can you be so busy?
I didn’t feel that way before.
Zhou Yuande was wronged.
How could he not know what his Majesty was thinking?
He really didn't assign any work to Chu Liuzheng, at most making tea and serving snacks. He just wanted him to stay quietly in front of Xiao Jingfan to avoid this gentleman asking questions all the time, but he couldn't help but Chu Liuzheng taking the initiative to do the work.
That diligent guy never had a moment's rest, and even he couldn't find the person several times.
Xiao Jingfan thought for a moment, put down the teacup, stood up and said, "Go to the kitchen."
Zhou Yuande subconsciously advised: "The kitchen is a filthy place. You are worth a fortune, don't..."
Before he could finish his words, Xiao Jingfan's figure was almost out of sight. Zhou Yuande didn't bother to say anything more and hurried to catch up with him.
The kitchen was bustling with activity, with only Feng Jing and Chen Xing being the only two idle people.
The two of them stood by the stove, each holding a cucumber, chewing it while watching Chu Liuzheng fry the meatballs.
"It smells delicious." Chen Xing praised after taking a bite of the cucumber.
Ever since she entered the kitchen, Chu Liuzheng would always be praised for washing vegetables cleanly, and her emotional value was maximized.
Feng Jing is different, he came here to try the food.
Chu Liuzheng took the time to glance at the two idlers: "Don't you have anything else to do?"
What’s so good about fried meatballs?
"No." Chen Xing didn't mind the heat. He reached out and pinched a fried meatball. He blew on it twice with his pursed lips and bit off half of it. "Great!"
Chu Liuzheng: “…”
You should swallow it first before praising it.
Feng Jing picked up a meatball with a bamboo skewer, blew on it, glanced at Chu Liuzheng, and said meaningfully, "You've been quite busy today."
Chu Liuzheng ignored him, lowered his eyes, and concentrated on putting the meatballs into the wok.
Seeing this, Chen Xing tugged at Feng Jing's sleeve, nodded in Chu Liuzheng's direction, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Feng Jing was about to speak when Chu Liuzheng glared at him and took a closer look at the fried meatballs in his hand.
Feng Jing: “…”
"Nothing special." He took a bite of the meatball and nodded in approval, "It's really delicious."
Chen Xing looked at him and then at Chu Liuzheng, his eyes rolled, and he dragged Feng Jing out.
Feng Jing quickly put two more fried meatballs on the bamboo skewers, turned his head, and almost bumped into Xiao Jingfan and Zhou Yuande who came in.
He held up the fried meatball and blinked, "Master, why are you here?"
"Come and take a look." The pungent smell of cooking smoke in the kitchen made Xiao Jingfan frown and look around the kitchen.
Chen Xing pointed towards the stove: "Sister Liu Zheng is there."
She didn't keep a sound at all. She heard Chu Liuzheng's hand tremble, and was burned by the splashing hot oil. Seeing a few bubbles appear, she hurried to rinse with cold water.
Seeing this, Feng Jing bit his meatball and reached into his wallet. He finally took out a box of burn ointment and was about to give it to Chu Liuzheng, but before he even took a step, the ointment in his hand was gone.
"I dare not trouble you, young master. I can do it myself." Chu Liuzheng was frightened when he saw this person and quickly reached out to take the ointment.
"What are you doing?" Xiao Jingfan pulled back the hand holding the ointment and said coldly, "Open your hand."
Chu Liuzheng: “…”
She has fair skin, long and thin fingers, and not a single mole on her hands, so the few small blisters on the back of her hands and fingers caused by burns are particularly eye-catching.
Xiao Jingfan frowned and scooped out a large piece of ointment and smeared it on his face.
The ointment was cool and almost instantly relieved the burning sensation in the wound, emitting a scent of grass.
That’s right, Chu Liuzheng stared at the medicine box that was missing one-third of it. It was just a few small bubbles. There was really no need to apply so much ointment!
Feng Jing felt so painful watching at the door.
The medicine he could carry with him was naturally excellent. For a minor burn like Chu Liuzheng's, a thin layer would be enough, and two applications would be enough. But this gentleman was so good that he wanted to apply the entire box.
Seeing that Xiao Jingfan seemed to want to cover her entire hand with ointment, Chu Liuzheng had to speak out to stop him: "Master, there's no need to apply so much."
If you've never taken care of someone before, don't force yourself. This medicine is so effective, if you don't know me, you'd think I was performing acrobatics by frying in a frying pan with my bare hands.
Xiao Jingfan: "..."
He glared at Chu Liuzheng helplessly, handed the ointment to her and asked her to keep it.
Feng Jing: ? ?
No, then I have ointment!
Xiao Jingfan said, "There is a cook at the Du Mansion, go back and rest."
Chu Liuzheng didn't move: "You go back first. I'll finish frying the meatballs before we leave."
Xiao Jingfan was displeased: "Why are you still frying meatballs when your hands are already like this?"
[It's just a few bubbles. Who hasn't gotten burned twice in the kitchen? ]
Chu Liuzheng really didn't think he was that precious. He raised his intact left hand and shook it towards Xiao Jingfan, with a playful smile on his lips: "Master, my left hand is fine."
With Xiao Jingfan's keen eyesight, he can still tell the difference between a forced smile and a genuine smile.
At this time, Chu Liuzheng obviously belonged to the former category.
He didn't understand what Chu Liuzheng was being stubborn about. After injuring his hand, couldn't he just stay there and wait for someone to serve him?
He frowned, suppressing his displeasure, and said patiently, "Let the cook do it."
Hearing this, the forced smile on Chu Liuzheng's face gradually faded. He lowered his eyes to look at the ground, put his injured right hand behind his back, and let his left hand hang down, unconsciously pinching the hem of his skirt. His pursed lips showed a bit of stubbornness.
She didn't want to do anything if she could rest. She didn't have a habit of abusing herself, but she didn't know what she was insisting on. Anyway, she didn't want to leave now, and she didn't want to leave with Xiao Jingfan.
The atmosphere between the two was tense, and the bustle of frying, stir-frying and cooking in the kitchen had no effect on this place at all.
Zhou Yuande glanced at Xiao Jingfan's face, which looked so gloomy that it could drip water, and quickly helped to persuade her: "Miss, you have been busy all day. Let the cook take care of the rest. Go back and rest for a while so that you can have dinner."
As he spoke, he winked at Chu Liuzheng.
He usually seems smart, so why is he so stubborn now? It's not worth it!
Chu Liuzheng knew he should follow the lead offered by Eunuch Zhou and agree to leave with them. After all, he couldn't defeat the powerful, and upsetting the big boss for no reason was not worth it.
But her stubbornness got her into a dead end, and no matter how she weighed things or made plans, she insisted, "There's not much left."
"Must it be done?" Xiao Jingfan glanced at the stove not far away, and there was no emotion in his voice.
Even if he could hear it, Chu Liuzheng had no intention of distinguishing it at the moment and just nodded randomly.
"Okay." After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Jingfan stepped aside and said, "I'll wait for you."
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