When Aoying heard what Madam Meng said, she nodded hurriedly and replied, "Madam, don't worry, Aoying will take good care of the eldest master."

A carriage carrying three people went to the farm in the suburbs.

Meng Zhao didn't like to be served by maids, so he didn't bring other maids with him, and only brought Meng Wu, a servant.

Meng Wu was a male servant with many skills. He had learned martial arts from a master in a martial arts school since he was a child, and he could protect the master's safety.

Not only could he carry Meng Zhao, who weighed more than 100 pounds, he could also make a fire, cook, wash clothes and mop the floor. Taking him out alone could replace three maids, which saved a lot of trouble.

Aoying and Meng Zhao sat in the carriage, and Meng Wu sat outside to drive the two of them.

After arriving at the farm, Aoying cleaned the house and made the bedding.

Meng Wu is in charge of washing rice and cooking, preparing delicious meals for the two masters.

The farm is located in the suburbs, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

The air here is fresh, the environment is quiet, and the fragrance of soil, grass, and wild flowers is everywhere, refreshing and quite suitable for recuperation.

Qingying came here for the first time and was not very familiar with the area.

In the first two days, she only dared to push Meng Zhao around to appreciate the flowers and plants around the farm.

These flowers and plants were planted by Madam Meng. Artificially planted flowers look okay at first, but after looking at them for a long time, they lose interest. They are not as interesting as natural scenery.

Qingying grew up in a poor family and was not very particular about food. When she was young, she went to the mountains with her mother to dig wild vegetables and pick wild fruits.

After pushing Meng Zhao out for a walk and breathing the fresh air for an hour, she pushed him back.

After lunch, Qingying asked Meng Wu to take care of Meng Zhao while she went out for a walk around the nearby low hillside.

When Qingying went out, she carried a basket of vegetables.

She came back when the sun was setting.

When she came back, the basket was full of fresh and green wild vegetables.

In the evening, Qingying showed off her cooking skills and cooked a table of ordinary but extremely delicious home-cooked dishes for Meng Zhao.

Qingying has good cooking skills and can make all kinds of cakes and meals.

Meng Zhao did not reject the wild vegetables in front of him and ate two bowls of rice very politely.

Qingying saw that Meng Zhao had a good appetite, so she thought he was in a good mood too.

She poked the white rice in the bowl with chopsticks and suggested in a low voice: "Young Master, when I went to wander around the nearby hillside this afternoon, I found a river behind a low hill not far away. The water there is clear and the mountains are beautiful. There are many wild flowers that I can't name growing by the river. The whole scenery is as beautiful as a painting. Otherwise, I will push you to go there to have a look tomorrow."

Qingying waited anxiously. Meng Zhao never liked her and mostly ignored her suggestions.

She thought Meng Zhao would refuse, but unexpectedly, he slowly finished the last bite of rice in the bowl and said "OK".

Qingying was excited all night because Meng Zhao agreed to go out.

The scenery there was really beautiful. When she saw it in the afternoon, she was stunned for a while before she reacted. She mistakenly thought she had entered a fairyland.

Such a beautiful scenery would make anyone feel better after seeing it.

I guess Meng Zhao is the same.

Qingying thought that if Meng Zhao's mood improved, Madam Meng would allow her to go home to visit her parents.

Then she would have to spend more time to please Meng Zhao.

The next day, after lunch, Qingying pushed Meng Zhao out.

It was early autumn now, the sun was not scorching, not warm or dry, and the weather was clear and cool. It was a good weather for a trip.

The road leading to the hillside was an uneven path with some pits of different sizes on the road.

Qingying pushed Meng Zhao slowly, admiring the scenery along the way.

It took about two quarters of an hour to reach the river.

As Qingyingruo said, the scenery here is very beautiful, with clear water and green mountains. The Dai River winds around half of the mountain. When there is no wind, everything is still and motionless, just like a landscape painting.

Meng Zhao has been disabled for a while since he broke his leg. He can't stand up, and even the most basic eating and living needs help.

He felt like a useless person and began to give up on himself. Even though there was a beautiful spring day outside, he didn't want to go out to take a look.

He was afraid of the strange looks from those people with strong legs on the street.

There were few people in the farm, and no strangers would stare at his crippled legs with strange eyes.

He was not so resistant to going out here.

Meng Zhao quietly watched the scenery in front of him, his eyes were gentle and his expression was indifferent.

There was a large patch of yellow and white wild chrysanthemums growing nearby, Qingying squatted down and picked a bunch.

She didn't bring a basket with her, so without thinking, she put the flowers directly on Meng Zhao's legs, "Young Master, these wild chrysanthemums have a fresh smell, and can be used to make tea to reduce summer heat, clear the liver and improve eyesight. I'll pick some and bring them back to make tea for you."

Meng Zhao lowered his eyes and glanced at the small white flowers on his legs, and did not pick them away, which was considered as tacit approval of Qingying's behavior.

Qingying was happily picking wild chrysanthemums, and when she picked a handful and was about to get up.

The sky, which was originally sunny, suddenly changed its face, and dark clouds gathered overhead. In an instant, heavy rain began to fall.

Author: Seeking Pig~