Yaya's crying gradually subsided, and she mumbled, "Miss, from now on, whatever food Yaya has will be given to Sister Fuqiu to nourish her body."
Qibao smiled and nodded, "Okay, your sister Fuqiu will definitely be very happy."
"Miss, what should we do with that bad guy? It's all her fault that Sister Fuqiu bleeds so much!" Yaya clenched her fists and said angrily with a puffed-up face.
"Miss will avenge Fuqiu and teach her a lesson!" Qibao said.
"Yeah!" Yaya nodded vigorously.
At noon, the kitchen specially stewed a pot of chicken soup for Fuqiu to drink.
Wendie has always felt very guilty about this matter, and she was the one who brought the chicken soup to Fuqiu's room herself.
Fuqiu was awakened by Qibao.
She opened her eyes drowsily, and the pain on her face and chest made her react quickly.
"Fuqiu, it's time for dinner. You have to eat. This is the chicken soup that Sister Dier brought to you personally. She spent the whole morning watching over the fire to make it. Drink it while it's hot." Qibao said.
Fuqiu was flattered and said, "That's impossible. The eldest young lady asked if you could condescend to do this for a maid like me? Isn't this too much for me?"
Wen Die quickly said, "Fuqiu, you were injured entirely because of me, so I will be fully responsible for your diet during this period."
Qibao said helplessly, "Sister Die'er, you can't cook. You only made this pot of chicken soup with Mrs. Jin watching over you."
Wen Die blushed upon hearing this and said, "I... I can learn! I really don't know how to repay Fuqiu's kindness to me. I just want to do my best and contribute as much as I can..."
Fuqiu said, "Madam, I have never thought about how you can repay me. As long as you and the Young Master are doing well, I will be satisfied."
Wendie held Fuqiu's hand and said, "Fuqiu, I will treat you like my own sister from now on. If you need anything, just tell me."
Fuqiu quickly shook her head and said, "No, no, the master is the master and the servant is the servant. Fuqiu dare not overstep the line."
Wen Die said, "Fuqiu, I don't care about these things. From the moment you risked your life to block the knife for me, I have regarded you as my savior. The grace of saving a life is greater than heaven. In the face of life, no matter how noble my status is, it is nothing but a passing cloud."
Fuqiu moved her mouth, not knowing what to say, feeling a little helpless.
Wendie smiled and said, "Hurry up and drink the soup. It shouldn't be hot anymore. I'll feed you."
Qibao helped Fuqiu up and sat her against the head of the bed, carefully avoiding the wound on her chest.
Wendie brought the chicken soup from the table to the bedside, picked up a spoon, scooped a spoonful, blew it gently, and handed it to Fuqiu's mouth.
Fuqiu had never been treated like this before, and the future eldest young lady fed her personally.
"Madam, I can do it myself. My hands are fine. I can do it myself." Fuqiu said hurriedly.
Wen Die said, "I'll do it! I told you before, I'll take care of you during this time!"
Fuqiu said a little embarrassedly: "This is my first time being fed by someone, I'm not used to it. If my mouth shakes and spills on the bed, it will be bad."
Qibao and Wendie couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Qibao said, "Sister Die'er, if you don't let her drink it herself, I'm afraid this bowl of soup will get cold."
Wendie had no choice but to hand the soup to Fuqiu and let her drink it herself.
"There's also a chicken leg!" Fuqiu's eyes lit up and she took the soup with both hands.
Pick up the chicken leg and start biting it.
But unexpectedly, when he opened his mouth wide, he hurt the wound on his face...
"hiss…"
"Fuqiu, are you okay?" Wendie asked with concern, her face full of anxiety.
Fuqiu shook her head with a slightly painful look on her face.
Qibao said, "It seems you can only eat some liquid food for the time being."
Wendie said distressedly: "What should we do then?"
After Fuqiu recovered, she said, "It's okay. I'll be fine once the wound is almost healed. I can eat anything."
Qibao said, "Fuqiu, have you forgotten? I told you I have a way to quickly heal your face."
Upon hearing this, Wendie happily stood up, took Qibao's hand and said, "Qibao, are you serious? Is there really a way to restore Fuqiu's face to its original state? What do you need? Tell me."
Qibao said, "Sister Die'er, I have everything!"
"That's great! I was really afraid that Fuqiu would have such a scar on her face! Now I feel relieved!" Wendie clasped her hands together and said happily.
Qibao said, "Then leave this chicken leg for Yaya! Just drink some chicken soup."
Fuqiu nodded.
After Fuqiu finished drinking the chicken soup, Wendie took the empty bowl and said, "Just drinking soup won't satisfy your hunger. I'll go make you a bowl of rice porridge."
After saying that, he walked out the door and headed towards the kitchen.
"Madam, there's no need..." Before Fuqiu could finish her words, Wendie disappeared.
Qibao said, "Let Sister Dier do it. She's feeling bad too, and she wants to make it up to you. If you don't let her do it, she'll blame herself even more."
After hearing what Qibao said, Fuqiu could only nod.
Qibao said, "Fuqiu, close your eyes first. I will apply the medicine to you."
Fuqiu obediently lay down and closed her eyes. Not long after, she felt a few drops of cold liquid dripping on the wound. She did not feel any discomfort, but rather very comfortable.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but the burning pain had gradually disappeared, and the wound was now a little itchy, as if the wound was slowly healing.
Seeing that it was almost done, Qibao decided not to do anything too exaggerated, so he retracted his fingers and stopped the supply of spiritual spring water.
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