My Wife, Something is Wrong

  Chapter 381 So fragrant

  In the small courtyard.

  The golden chrysanthemum fell to the ground.

  Luo Qingzhou chased into the house.

  Bai Ling hurriedly chased after her and said, "Master, wait, you can't go in! Miss is bathing inside."

  When Luo Qingzhou heard the words, he immediately stopped at the door.

  Then backed out, stood under the eaves and looked at her: "What's wrong with Xia Chan?"

  Bai Ling glanced at the room and said, "I don't know either."

  Luo Qingzhou looked into her eyes with a serious expression.

  Seeing his ferocious expression, Bai Ling could only say weakly: "Chanchan seems to be sick, her complexion is not very good-looking, and she has been retching today."

  Luo Qingzhou frowned and said, "Go to the doctor."

   Bai Ling looked puzzled: "Chanchan is very stubborn, she won't let the doctor see it. If a doctor approaches her, she will draw her sword."

  Luo Qingzhou said: "With me here, she won't know how to do it. Go."

  Bai Ling glanced at him, said "Oh", then turned and left in a hurry.

  Luo Qingzhou stood under the eaves, his heart racing.

   After a while.

  Miss Qin came out of the room wearing a snow-white dress with wet hair, looked at him and said, "She's fine, you can go to the room and have a look."

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, bowed his head and said, "Miss Xie."

   After finishing speaking, without looking sideways, she entered the room from beside her, and smelled a faint fragrance like a lotus flower in her nose.

   Come to the door of the room.

  He raised his head and knocked on the door, but there was no response from the room.

  He pushed directly, and the door opened.

  Just as he was about to go in, he turned his head and saw that Miss Qin, who was standing at the door, had already turned and left, and went to the back garden.

  Luo Qingzhou looked at her cold and beautiful back, startled, and then entered the room.

   The room is dark and shaded by curtains.

  Xia Chan hugged her knees, held a sword in her arms, and sat quietly in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall, motionless.

  Seeing him coming in, Fang slowly raised her head and stared at him blankly.

  Luo Qingzhou walked over, squatted in front of her, and asked softly, "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"

   As he spoke, he reached out and stroked her forehead.

  The body temperature is normal, and there is no fever.

  But there was a hint of paleness on that delicate cheek.

   "How's your appetite these two days? Besides retching, have you had any other reactions?"

  Luo Qingzhou asked again.

  Xia Chan stared at him blankly for a while, then shook her head slightly.

  Luo Qingzhou walked to her side, sat down side by side with her, and said: "I asked Bai Ling to find the doctor, and let the doctor look at it later, okay?"

  Xia Chan shook her head: "No, don't."

  Luo Qingzhou held her cold little hand, and said softly: "Chanchan, listen to my uncle, I will tell you a story, okay?"

  Xia Chan's little hand struggled a few times in the palm of her hand, but she didn't break free, and said with a pretty face: "No, it's not good."

  Luo Qingzhou stared at her pretty profile for a while, leaned over, kissed her cheek, and asked, "Are you okay?"

  Xia Chan trembled slightly, clenched her small fist with the other hand, turned her head to stare at him and said, "Kiss again, beat you."

  Luo Qingzhou closed her small mouth with one breath, then held her in his arms, and kissed her tightly.

  Xia Chan struggled and trembled, and pinched his arm with the other hand, but the strength quickly weakened, and her body also quickly weakened...

   Not long after, she was already softly stuck in his arms, her face was flushed, her eyes were blurred, and she honestly let you pick her up without moving...

  In the back garden.

  The golden sunset sprinkled the garden.

  The girl in a snow-white dress stood in front of the railing in the pavilion, quietly, with no emotion on her face, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

When Bai Ling came back slowly with a gray-haired old woman, Xia Chan had already taken off her shoes and socks, and lay motionless on the bed, the blush on her cheeks hadn't dissipated, and the blur in her eyes was still charming .

  Luo Qingzhou stood in front of the window, holding her sword in her hand.

  The sword has been unsheathed, the window is opened, and the light from outside shines in. The blade of the sword is cold, and the ruby ​​embedded in the blade is shining with light, which is very charming.

   Seeing the quiet and harmonious scene in the room, Bai Ling froze for a moment before bringing the old woman in.

  The old woman walked to the window, sat down on the stool, leaned over first, and carefully observed the girl's face, eyes, and breathing on the bed for a while, then stretched out her hand and began to feel her pulse.

  Xia Chan lay there, her eyes still open, motionless, she didn't resist, and she didn't draw a sword to hurt anyone like before.

  Of course, she no longer has a sword in her hand.

  Bai Ling looked surprised and puzzled, walked to the window, and asked in a low voice: "Master, what's going on? Why did Chanchan suddenly become so obedient? How did you persuade me?"

  Luo Qingzhou inserted the sword into the scabbard, turned to look at her and said, "Do you want to know?"

  Bai Ling nodded quickly, with an expression of humbly asking for advice.

  Luo Qingzhou said: "I won't tell you."

  Braun: "..."

"Humph!"

  She snorted coldly, pursed her lips, ignored him, turned around and walked to the window, and asked impatiently: "Doctor, what happened to Chanchan? Is it..."

The old woman tilted her head, wrinkled the wrinkles on her forehead, took her pulse carefully for a while, and said: "This disease is a bit strange. The cold air in this little girl's body seems to be very heavy. The old man has never seen the pulse. What is it specifically?" Sickness, I really can't see it. As for the retching you mentioned... Has she not eaten well these days? She must have a stomach problem. If she doesn't eat well, she will vomit, but she can't vomit anything .”

   Bai Ling hurriedly said: "Yes doctor, Chanchan seldom eats these days."

  The old woman stood up and said: "I can't do anything about the cold body. I can prescribe a medicine for this stomach problem. You go and grab it and fry it for her."

  Bai Ling hurriedly said: "Doctor Lao is here."

  The old woman went to the table and opened the medicine box, took out a pen and paper, and after grinding the ink, wrote down a prescription.

  Luo Qingzhou took a closer look, and there were medicines such as "Ginseng, Atractylodes macrocephala, Poria cocos, licorice, tangerine peel, Pinellia" written on it.

   "Boil it into a soup twice a day, it can benefit Qi and strengthen the spleen, raise Yang and benefit the stomach, clear away heat and dampness."

  The old woman gave the prescription to Bai Ling.

  Bai Ling took the prescription, turned his head and said crisply: "Master, take the money."

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, took out a piece of silver from his pocket, and handed it to her: "Is it enough?"

  Bai Ling weighed it, and just about to say it wasn't enough, the old woman said with a smile: "It's enough, it's enough, even the medicine is enough, there is still more."

  Bai Ling had no choice but to put away the money and said: "Grandpa, help look after Chanchan, I'll go see the doctor, and go get the medicine by the way."

  Luo Qingzhou nodded.

  Bai Ling took the old woman away, and turned back to warn at the door: "Master, don't bully Chanchan while she's away!"

  Luo Qingzhou ignored her.

  After they left, Luo Qingzhou went to close the door, walked to the bed and sat down, and asked softly: "Chanchan, why don't you eat well these few days?"

  Xia Chan closed her eyes and did not answer.

Luo Qingzhou put the sword in his hand beside her, stood up and said, "Wait, my uncle will go to the kitchen to make you something to eat. You must eat later, otherwise my uncle will just sit here tonight." gone."

   After finishing speaking, he left the room and went directly to the back kitchen.

  Xia Chan lay on the bed, slowly opened her eyes, and clenched her sword tightly.

  In the kitchen.

  Song Ruyue is wearing an apron, and cooking the dishes herself.

  Meier, Qinger, and the others were all standing by to help.

  After Luo Qingzhou entered the back kitchen, several maids looked at him in surprise.

  Meier hurriedly said: "Madam, my uncle is here."

Song Ruyue was tasting the soup in the pot with a spoon. She was taken aback when she heard the words, turned her head to look at the door, then frowned and said, "Qing Zhou, why are you here? You are a scholar, you are clean, and everything here It's oil, get out quickly."

  Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to say: "Mother-in-law, I want to take some ingredients back and let Xiaodie cook porridge for me."

  Song Ruyue was taken aback when she heard the words, and said, "Do you like porridge? I'll cook it for you later, go out quickly."

  Luo Qingzhou said: "I want to get some materials and let Xiaodie try her hand."

Seeing that the soup in the pot was almost ready, Song Ruyue didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, so she said impatiently: "Okay, okay, let Meier help you take it over, don't touch it. Your hand is for the champion of writing, don't It was stained with oil."

  Meier hurried to the door and asked, "Master, what materials do you want?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "White rice, green vegetables, preserved eggs, lean meat."

   After thinking about it, he glanced at the ingredients in the kitchen and said, "Dried shiitake mushrooms and dried shrimp skin."

  Meier was stunned for a while, and asked in doubt: "Don't you want to cook porridge? Isn't rice or millet enough?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "Go get it."

  Meier gave him a strange look, and said: "Oh, young master, let's go back first, the slave will take it later."

  Luo Qingzhou didn't say any more, and took another look at the busy mother-in-law before leaving the kitchen.

   Return to Banxianju.

  Xiao Die is putting away the quilt that is drying in the small yard, her petite body is carrying the quilt, and her feet can hardly be seen.

  Luo Qingzhou hurried over to help her carry her into the house, and said: "Go to the kitchen and clean the pot, turn on the fire, and the young master will cook porridge for you later."

  Xiao Die opened her eyes wide and said, "Young master, do you cook porridge? No, you can't enter the kitchen. Your hand is..."

   "Don't be naughty, go!"

  Luo Qingzhou's face darkened.

  Xiaodie gave him a weak look and said, "Oh."

  The kitchen chimney was quickly billowing with smoke.

  Luo Qingzhou went into the kitchen and washed the chopping board, knives and other items under clean water for a long time.

   Then I washed the pot several times.

  Xiao Die was filling firewood, seeing his proficient appearance, she couldn't help but said: "Young Master, have you made Madam angry again, Madam didn't cook our dinner tonight?"

  Luo Qingzhou suppressed a smile when he heard the words, nodded with a serious face, and said, "Yes."

  Xiaodie sighed softly, glanced at his face, and didn't dare to say anything more.

   not long.

  Meier sent all the materials.

   Xiaodie wanted to ask her wife why she was angry, but she didn't dare to ask.

  Meier put down her things, glanced at the two of them, and left in a hurry.

  Luo Qingzhou began to wash the rice and put it in the pot, then cut meat, vegetables, and preserved eggs, and put them on a plate aside.

   "Xiaodie, heat the other pot too, remember to keep the fire low."

  Luo Qingzhou gave an order, poured out the dried shiitake mushrooms and dried shrimp skins, rinsed them with water, then drained them and put them on a plate.

  When the pot inside was heated up, he poured the drained mushrooms and shrimp skins into the pot and started to stir fry.

   "Xiaodie, the fire should be lower."

"Oh."

  Xiaodie quickly removed the firewood inside.

  Luo Qingzhou quickly stir-fried to prevent the pan from sticking.

   After a while, a seductive fragrance filled the entire kitchen, and then it wafted out again.

   "Master, it smells so good."

  Xiaodie swallowed her saliva, staring brightly at the slightly charred dried shiitake mushrooms and dried shrimp skins in the pot.

  Luo Qingzhou quickly stir-fried for a while, Fang said: "Okay, turn off the fire."

  He filled up the stuff, then poured it into a medicine pounding utensil, and began to grind it into powder to make the simplest monosodium glutamate.

   "Master, the porridge is almost ready."

  Xiaodie lifted the lid of the pot and shouted, and then said: "Oh, son, you put too much water, it's so watery."

  Luo Qingzhou said: "Continue to boil, lower the heat."

   Immediately pour in the minced lean meat, preserved eggs, greens and vegetables, and stir well.

   Soon, the aroma filled the entire kitchen and courtyard.

  Xiao Die was drooling, staring at the pot and said: "Master, this is the first time I see these things being poured into porridge and boiled together, it smells so good."

   "There will be more fragrant ones later."

  Luo Qingzhou finished grinding the dried shrimp skin and shiitake mushrooms, waited for a while, saw that the water in the pot started to decrease, and the porridge started to thicken and become sticky, then sprinkled the dried shrimp skin shiitake mushroom powder into it.

   After stirring, he said, "Continue to simmer on low heat."

  Xiaodie filled the firewood and kept drooling along her saliva, salivating and excitedly saying: "Master, it smells so good, I want to take a bite."

   "Wait a little longer, boil the porridge until it is the stickiest, and it will be ready after all the flavors are integrated."

  Luo Qingzhou started to stir.

  The strong fragrance wafted out of the kitchen, out of the courtyard, and onto the road outside.

  Following the evening wind, it floated to Ling Chan Moon Palace.

   Miss Qin, who was sitting in a daze in the back garden, suddenly moved her nose, turned her head, and looked in the direction of Banxianju.

  There is smoke rising from the chimney there.

   And in the small plum garden.

   Nangong Meijiao has already taken a shower, changed into a long purple dress, and wiped her jet-black hair dry.

  Meier came over and called them to eat.

  Nangong Meijiao was flipping through Miss Qin Er's books, and said, "I'm not very hungry, Wei Mo, why don't you go and eat by yourself."

  Qin Weimo pulled her and said: "That can't be done, tonight my mother will cook herself, if you don't eat, she will be upset."

  Nangong Meijiao had no choice but to put down her books and go out with her.

   "Meier, did you call me uncle?"

  Qin Weimo asked.

  Mei'er said: "Not yet, I'm going to call this slave."

Then he said with a smile: "My uncle went to the kitchen before, took some ingredients, and told Xiaodie to learn how to cook. Madam heard that my uncle wanted to eat porridge, so she cooked a pot of white rice porridge, it was delicious. "

   Nangong Meijiao couldn't help curling her lips and said, "Auntie is really kind to that guy."

  Qin Weimo said: "Mei'er, you go back first, I'll call him with Sister Meijiao."

  Meier said: "There is also Missy..."

  Qin Weimo smiled and said, "Let's go shout."

  Meier let out an "oh", turned and left.

  Qin Weimo and Nangong Meijiao led Qiu'er and Zhu'er to the Banished Immortal Residence.

   Before reaching the door, several people suddenly moved their noses, with puzzled expressions on their faces.

   "Miss, it smells so good! Where does the fragrance come from?"

  Pearl sucked her nose vigorously again, and the saliva in her mouth flowed out unconsciously.

   Qiu'er was also swallowing.

  Qin Weimo raised his head suspiciously, and looked at Banxianju.

   Nangong Meijiao saw the smoke rising there at a glance, and asked with a strange face: "Are they cooking? What smells so good?"

   "It smells like rice porridge, and..."

  Qin Weimo frowned, and hurriedly said: "Meijiao, let's go and have a look."

   And at this time.

  In the dining room in front, Song Ruyue was looking at the exquisite dishes on the table with a smile all over her face, and proudly said: "Master, I made them all myself, are they delicious?"

  Qin Wenzheng sniffed it, nodded and said, "Scent."

  (end of this chapter)