Just weak!
When grandma was still alive, Su Yunwei would go to the countryside whenever she had a day off to help grandma with some odd jobs.
I remember one time when she went back on vacation, she went up the mountain to chop a bunch of beautiful and handy firewood. She imitated her grandmother and wanted to carry the whole bundle of firewood on her back as soon as she bent down.
Who knew that with a "bang", she was pressed down tightly by the firewood she had tied tightly, and almost twisted her waist.
This pile of firewood is really heavy.
It is impossible to push it forward, and it takes a lot of effort.
She originally wanted to hide it from her grandmother for fear of being laughed at, but she was found out as soon as she entered the door.
While the fire was burning, Grandma picked up a new piece of wood, weighed it in her hand and said, "This is all new wood that just fell off. It looks good but is useless."
Su Yunwei handed over another piece of smooth, hollow wood. Grandma shook her head and said, "This firewood won't do. It looks like a blazing fire, but the food it cooks won't be cooked properly." She then picked up a piece of aged, hard, beautifully textured wood and gently placed it in the stove. "This is the right kind. It's durable and can cook delicious food."
Su Yun nodded secretly. It turned out that there were such requirements for firewood.
The piece in her hand is really nice to look at, and it is also very useful if you pinch it!
I found a treasure.
Su Yunwei squatted in front of the stove, adding firewood one by one. Listening to the crackling sound of burning and feeling the scorching heat from the stove, she suddenly thought: If this fire is compared with Fu Changan's, it might be even inferior.
When Fu Changan was in Yunxiang, his deputy general always carried a few cookbooks with him.
He said that those who marched and fought in battles never knew when they would return, and only these recipes were the treasures that could best comfort their souls in the midst of the smoke of war.
The notebook was filled with dishes from all over the world. Whenever there was a break, the deputy general would come up to Fu Changan and chatter about the dishes.
How to knead flour, how to control the heat, how to season the ingredients, it seems as if he wants to train Fu Changan to be a chef.
His deputy general had a girl in the capital whom he loved very much, and he always looked forward to cooking these delicacies with her after returning to the capital.
When I talk about it, my mouth always starts to water.
Fu Changan saw it and rolled his eyes in his heart.
Fu Changan was a well-known loner in the army. He was so hungry that he could only cook by himself based on the taste in his memory.
That cookbook could be of great help to him sometimes.
At this moment, he suddenly wanted to make steamed buns. He imagined the moment he bit into the plump white dough, the aroma of meat overflowing, his mouth full of saliva.
What a satisfying feeling that would be.
Just as his hand was about to touch the delicious bun, Fu Changan suddenly came to his senses.
How could he possibly want to eat steamed buns? He shook his head and quickly dismissed the recipe book from his mind.
He almost jumped up from the bed immediately, took a few steps back before steadying himself. He turned sideways to hide his disordered breathing and awkwardness.
“Sorry…” He shouldn’t have thought about the cookbook or making buns. He deserved death: “I just… I just wanted to help you undress.”
When he has free time one day, he will definitely find his deputy general and burn all his recipes.
It hurt him badly!!
well!
Su Yunwei didn't know what was going on at this time, but she miraculously pulled the quilt away from her body. She stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, glancing at Fu Changan. She loved seeing him look silly the most, so she decided to tease him: "Did you bring a weapon with you when you came to my place?"
"What...what..." Fu Chang'an stood there in a daze. Except when leading troops into battle, he never carried weapons at home.
"Then how did I feel it? There was something poking me."
Fu Changan: “…”
He was struck by lightning, and his ears instantly turned red and bleeding. He opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but his throat was dry and he couldn't speak. He could only wave his hands hurriedly at Su Yunwei.
"No...it's not a weapon." He was almost incoherent: "Yes, yes...it's my jade pendant, yes! It's my jade pendant. I moved too much just now and it hit me!" He subconsciously pressed his hands on his waist, as if there really was a jade pendant there. He didn't dare to look into the cunning eyes on the bed.
Fu Changan wailed in his heart: Oh my God! What on earth is he talking about?
Where did the jade pendant come from? His waist is bare and he even finds a sachet cumbersome, so how could he wear a jade pendant?
This explanation is full of loopholes.
How would she...look at him?
The real "irritating" "jade pendant" is becoming more and more obvious as its owner panics. The recipes flashing through his mind, the soft touch, and the curious hands that are touching him randomly.
Everything reminded Fu Changan that he was a hypocrite who was worse than an animal.
"I... I..." He could no longer stay in this room. If he stayed any longer, he felt that he would defile the place.
He turned around suddenly and rushed to the door almost at the same time, his steps were messy.
"Bang!" There was a dull sound. Fu Changan tripped over the threshold, stumbled, and almost fell out of the door. Fortunately, he hurriedly held onto the door frame and managed to stabilize himself.
Fu Changan didn't dare to look back at her. He knew without a second thought that she must be laughing at him.
"An, remember to drink the tranquilizing soup. It won't be as effective if it gets cold." Before he could finish his words, he disappeared out the door, stumbling as if being chased by a ghost, leaving behind only the charming afterglow and awkward atmosphere.
Su Yunwei looked at his fleeing back and couldn't help but burst out laughing, and her cheeks felt hot.
It really is made of hard wood all over.
As he left, the small room lost its charm and was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance. Su Yun glanced at the door, then turned to look at the bowl of medicine on the table.
My heart couldn't help but feel warm.
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Li Mansion
"What did you say?" Li Hao was in the study, listening to the news his subordinates had inquired about, and became furious.
"Mother actually wants to torture Doctor Su?" Unexpectedly, my mother is still so fearless. But Doctor Su is a guest of the Fu family, not someone they can afford to offend.
Fu Chang'an was a new upstart in the court, and even his father was highly valued by the Emperor. On the other hand, he himself had nothing but the title of the eldest princess's legitimate son.
Although he was skeptical of Doctor Su's medical skills, his mother shouldn't have been like that. If someone caught her and implicated her, the consequences would be disastrous.
He thought for a moment, then looked at his subordinates with a sharp gaze: "I haven't told my mother about this. Besides Doctor Cao and I, the only one who knows about this in the mansion is you."
The servant's name was Liu Hai, a servant given to Li Hao by the Grand Princess. He bowed and said respectfully, "Sir, the Grand Princess has many eyes and ears in the palace. Perhaps when you returned home and mentioned this matter, someone with ulterior motives might have overheard it without you realizing it."
Li Hao recalled some of his mother's past actions and nodded silently. What Liu Hai said made sense, but he had to go to the Fu family again.
Those people in the Fu family are not easy to deal with. My mother is already old, and her title of the eldest princess is no longer useful.
"Father, father!" The anxious voice of a boy outside the door broke Li Hao's thoughts.
Hearing this voice, Li Hao's heart subconsciously tightened, and he almost ran out of the door. The boy was Li Hao's son, Li Hong.
Li Hao squatted down, hugged Li Hong, who ran over anxiously, and asked worriedly, "What happened?"
Li Hong ran until his face flushed and he was out of breath. He grabbed Li Hao's sleeve with his little hand and said, "Father, mother, mother..."
Li Hao was afraid that Jinglan had encountered some bad situation again, so he hurriedly asked, "What happened to your mother? Tell me quickly!"
"Mother is up. She's up embroidering!" Li Hong's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Mother asked me to come find you. She said she wanted to see you."
Li Hao was stunned. He immediately stood up, not caring about Liu Hai in the study. He picked up Li Hong in his arms and strode towards the courtyard of himself and Jinglan.
The closer they got to the residence, the faster Li Hong's heart beat. This was the first time Jinglan had regained consciousness since her last failed attempt to jump into the river. He carefully carried Li Hong to the half-open door, only to see Jinglan, who was usually in an abnormal mental state, sitting alone in front of the window, embroidering!
Could it be that... the postpartum depression that Dr. Su mentioned has been cured? It seems that the tranquilizing prescription that Dr. Cao prescribed is more effective. Dr. Su's words were indeed alarmist and exaggerated.
He gently put Li Hong down and motioned him to go play somewhere else. After seeing him leave, Li Hao slowly pushed the door open and walked in.
Madam Jinglan was just as she was when we first met, sitting quietly by the bed with her head slightly lowered, twirling the embroidery needle in her hand, concentrating on embroidering the orchid in her hand.
Seeing this scene, An Ning Li Hao almost shed tears. It had been a long time since he saw Jing Lan like this. Since giving birth to Hong Er, when had he had such a peaceful moment?
Li Hao walked forward quickly. Jinglan looked up at the sound and saw the person coming. Her eyebrows curved and she said, "Husband, you are here."
Li Hao held her hand tightly, and gently stroked the back of her soft hand with his fingertips, fearing that this might be a dream.
Jinglan knew her own situation. She looked at Li Hao in front of her with a gentle expression: "I feel better today, so I thought of embroidering this unused handkerchief."
Li Hao looked at Jinglan with excitement in his eyes. He said, "It seems that your condition has begun to improve. You are just weak after giving birth. You will be cured after taking a few doses of medicine."
Jinglan didn't say anything, just said "hmm" softly, and gently held Li Hao's hand with her backhand.
Li Hao held Jinglan in his arms, and all the anxiety he had felt for the past few days disappeared. He was filled with anticipation for the future. He was now certain that his wife was just weak and was getting better quickly. As for that so-called miracle doctor, Dr. Su, her diagnosis was nothing but a publicity stunt.
Her wife was just weak! How could such a weak body need to stay away from her mother?
It's absolutely ridiculous!
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