next day
Jiang Yao got up early, got himself ready and rushed to the kitchen.
Since she was wrong yesterday and wanted to apologize very sincerely, she decided to use her actions to show Su Chiji that she really knew she was wrong.
In fact, it can also be understood that she wants to please first to avoid being held accountable later.
The chef is Liu Ma's husband, and everyone calls him Old Liu.
After hearing what Jiang Yao said, his face didn't look very good.
"Miss Jiang Yao, what you mean is, I cook for you, and you serve it to Master Su, and then the meal becomes yours?"
Jiang Yao smiled with his eyes curved: "Uncle Liu, that's not what I said. I said I would deliver this meal to Master Su."
"Isn't that a meaning?"
"Of course it's different. If Mr. Su asks, I will definitely say that it was Uncle Liu who did it."
Old Liu's mouth twitched: "Miss Jiang Yao, Master Su never asks who prepared the meal."
"That's okay, I won't take the initiative to say that I did it."
Old Liu ignored her, put on a mask and started cooking.
Jiang Yao was very patient and just waited by the side.
Seeing Old Liu serving the porridge, she rolled her eyes, stepped forward, grabbed it and ran away.
"Miss Jiang Yao, you can't do this."
"Uncle Liu, don't worry. I won't take away your credit."
Old Liu sighed. Although his contribution was small, he had always been the one delivering meals. It would be a problem if Su Qianji thought he was lazy and didn't work.
Jiang Yao was running so fast with a bowl of porridge in his hand.
Aunt Liu was frightened when she saw her: "Miss Jiang Yao, why are you the one serving this porridge?"
"Don't stop me, get out of the way."
It’s so hot. It’s so hot.
Jiang Yao ran to the dining table in one breath, put down the bowl and quickly grabbed his ear.
"It's so hot."
This was a very large and thick casserole. When Jiang Yao picked it up, she thought it would be well insulated, but it started to get hot halfway through, and she didn't dare put it down to rest.
Su Qianji, who was still writing at the desk, heard the noisy sound and quickly put down his pen and asked Langqi to push him over.
The girl, who was scalded, grabbed her ears pitifully and complained in her heart about the poor quality of the pot.
The man frowned, walked forward unhappily and said coldly, "Stretch out your hand."
Jiang Yao did not stretch out his hand, but put his hands behind his back.
"Master Su, I'm fine."
"Stretch out."
The man's tone was even more impatient than before.
Jiang Yao didn't dare to resist anymore and slowly stretched out his hands.
The white and tender little hands were already red, and the fingertips were visibly swollen.
Su Qianji lowered his brows and took out a bottle from his sleeve with his slender hands.
Jiang Yao stared with his eyes wide open.
Is he Doraemon? How can he always pull things out of his pockets? He took the comb out just like that last time.
Jiang Yao, who was still stunned, felt a chill in his palm and white liquid flowed out of the medicine bottle.
"Rub it."
Jiang Yao stared at the liquid intently, still wondering what kind of medicine was so comfortable, and did not react to what Su Qianji said for a while.
"ah?"
After Su Qianji put down the medicine bottle, he didn't repeat it to her, but simply grabbed her hand and helped her apply the medicine.
Jiang Yao's pupils dilated instantly, and his mind felt like a nuclear bomb exploding, booming, and all his senses fell into his hands.
The man's hands were cold and a little hard, but also surprisingly comfortable.
——He, he, he actually grabbed my hand?
——He doesn’t even mind?
——He actually applied medicine to me?
——He doesn’t even mind the medicine?
Su Qianji sighed. Every time this little woman was frightened, her mind couldn't stop and she kept having wild thoughts.
The medicine has been evenly applied, but the person applying it is reluctant to let go.
The soft touch of her palm made Su Qianji's heart flutter. Her hands were so small, so soft, and so warm.
Jiang Yao was wearing a water green dress today, with a simple bun. Perhaps because she knew he liked neatness, she used two identical hairpins, one on each side. She looked refreshing and a little playful, and her fox eyes made people's hearts soften a little.
——Something is wrong. The way Su Qianji stared at my hands was so strange. Could it be that he was going to chop off my hands because I brought him porridge?
Thinking of this, Jiang Yao suddenly pulled his hand back.
"Master Su, my hand is fine now, thank you."
Su Qianji pursed his lips and said nothing, only looking at the bowl: "Why did you send it?"
Jiang Yao wanted to show her courtesy, but the look in Su Qianji's eyes just now was so terrifying that her heart beat faster and faster. She now seriously suspected that Su Qianji asked this question because he wanted to chop off her hand.
Su Qianji sighed in his heart, wondering why he was so afraid of him.
"What's in there?"
She didn't dare to answer the previous question, so he asked another question.
Jiang Yao hurried forward and was about to lift the lid, but then he remembered that the casserole was hot, so he picked up the handkerchief beside him and opened the lid.
"Master Su, we had porridge this morning."
"You did it?"
Jiang Yao was stunned and began to struggle internally.
Should I just admit that I did it? Wouldn't that make me look particularly capable?
——But this is Uncle Liu’s credit after all, it wouldn’t be good for me to snatch it away. And what if Su Qianji asks me to make another one and I can’t do it?
"Master Su, how could I make such delicious porridge?" He still didn't dare admit that he made it. "But I served the porridge."
"Um."
Su Qianji sat down at the dinner table, and his meaning was very clear.
Jiang Yao, however, was completely focused on his palm.
Her hands are no longer red, they are completely gone. This medicine is amazing.
I put it to my nose and smelled it, and it smelled an unfamiliar medicinal aroma.
The first test to become a ghost doctor is to know all the medicinal herbs in the world, what they taste like, what they are used for, what their effects are, and how they grow.
But the medicine in my hand was unfamiliar.
——Is it also from Jiuli’s medical skills?
A look of surprise flashed across Su Qianji's eyes, but quickly disappeared.
Aunt Liu couldn't stand it any longer and whispered, "Miss Jiang Yao."
"Ah?" Jiang Yao was stunned and quickly bent down to serve the porridge.
"Mr. Su, please have your meal."
Looking at the flustered little woman, Su Qianji didn't know what to say. He took the bowl and said coldly, "Sit down."
Jiang Yao was very obedient and sat down quickly.
"Have a meal."
It was another cold sentence with a commanding tone.
Jiang Yao was feeling suspicious.
——What’s wrong with Suku Chiji lately? He always asks me to have dinner with him.
While eating porridge, someone's mind was not at peace at all.
Sometimes she wondered why Su Qianji wanted to eat with her, and sometimes she wondered what medicine Su Qianji gave her. In the end, even Su Qianji was annoyed, but she was still wondering.
After eating at the same table with Jiang Yao, Su Qianji's eating speed has greatly increased.
He quickly finished the porridge in the bowl.
Seeing that he had finished eating, Jiang Yao also finished the food in the bowl in a few bites, then stood up to clean up.
"Let Madam Liu clean it up."
Su Qianji gave a faint order.
Nanny Liu hurried forward to clean up.
"Thank you, Aunt Liu."
"Miss Jiang Yao, you are too polite. This is what I should do."
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