My Wife, Something is Wrong

  Chapter 382 What about people? ? ?

   "Master, it smells so good!"

  Luo Qingzhou first filled a bowl for Xiaodie, Xiaodie immediately took the spoon, blew on it, and couldn't wait to eat, narrowing her eyes happily.

  Luo Qingzhou took the lunch box, and when he was packing it, he suddenly felt the light behind him dim.

   Turning his head to look, the door was blocked.

  Miss Qin Er and Nangong Meijiao stood at the door, looking inside with doubts on their faces.

  Qiu'er and Zhu'er stood behind them, swallowing.

   "Brother Qingzhou, what is so fragrant?"

  Miss Qin Er entered the kitchen.

  Luo Qingzhou closed the lunch box and said, "Xia Chan hasn't eaten well these days, so I made some porridge for her."

  Miss Qin Er and Nangong Meijiao both walked to the stove and looked into the pot.

   "Do you want the second lady and the princess to eat? There are still some, let Xiaodie serve them for you, and I will go to deliver food to Xia Chan."

  After Luo Qingzhou finished speaking, he left in a hurry with his lunch box.

  When passing by Qiu'er and Zhu'er, Zhu'er swallowed quickly and said, "My lord, are there any servants?"

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at the two of them and said, "There should be, go in and see for yourself."

  As soon as Zhuer heard this, she hurried into the kitchen impatiently.

  Xiao Die had already stood up, went to get the bowls and spoons, and filled a bowl for Second Miss Qin and Nangong Meijiao.

   There is still a little left in the pot.

  Zhu'er hurriedly said: "Xiaodie, mine, my uncle said that I also have a share!"

   Xiaodie had no choice but to get another bowl, filled the last bit, and handed it to her.

  Pearl immediately took it with a smile on her face and thanked her repeatedly.

  Qiu'er also walked in, sniffed, and looked into the empty pot.

   "It's hot..."

   Zhu'er took a bite, and immediately opened her eyes wide: "Miss, it's so delicious! Is it really my uncle who made it?"

  Qin Weimo was sipping, but didn't dare to eat.

   Nangong Meijiao frowned, took a bite cautiously, her eyes lit up immediately, she looked down at the porridge mixed with various colors in the bowl, her face showed surprise and suspicion.

   "Sister Qiu'er, let's eat together."

  Xiaodie decides to share the bowl of porridge with Qiuer.

  In the kitchen, everyone's blowing sound suddenly sounded.

  The aroma and heat immediately wafted through the entire kitchen.

   Ling Chan Moon Palace.

  Luo Qingzhou carried the porridge and entered the room.

  Xia Chan was lying on the bed, her eyes closed, thinking wildly.

  Luo Qingzhou opened the lunch box, took out a bowl and a spoon, filled a bowl, walked to the bed and said, "Chanchan, it's time to eat."

  Xia Chan opened her eyes, stared at him blankly, moved her nose suddenly, and looked at the bowl in his hand.

   "Preserved egg, lean meat and vegetable porridge, very fragrant, my uncle cooked it for you."

  Luo Qingzhou reached out to help her up, then took a spoonful, blew on it, and handed it to her mouth, saying: "Taste."

  Xia Chan glanced at him, Fang opened his small mouth, and carefully took a small mouthful.

  In the mouth of the porridge, it is glutinous and sticky, and it melts in the mouth, and a sweet taste immediately fills the whole mouth.

  Xia Chan froze for a moment, swallowed it, and looked into his bowl again.

  Luo Qingzhou quickly scooped up a second spoonful, blew on it for a while, and handed it to her mouth.

   This time, Xia Chan swallowed all the porridge in the spoon in one gulp.

  Luo Qingzhou dug the third spoon, blew on it, and said, "Chanchan, how is my uncle's craftsmanship? Is it delicious?"

  Xia Chan glanced at him, swallowed the porridge in her mouth, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

   "Eat more if it tastes good, and more."

  Luo Qingzhou was secretly relieved to see that she liked it, and continued to feed her.

   Soon, half a bowl of porridge went down.

  While Luo Qingzhou was feeding, Xia Chan suddenly looked at the door.

  Luo Qingzhou turned his head to look.

  The door is empty, nothing.

   "Bai Ling probably won't come back so soon, there is no need to wait for her, she is not a patient, so she is not qualified to eat the porridge made by my uncle."

  Luo Qingzhou complained and continued to feed her.

  Xia Chan didn't eat any more, and said in a low voice, "Here, miss, a bowl."

  Luo Qingzhou was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and said, "Can Missy eat it? She shouldn't eat my porridge, right?"

  Xia Chan frowned, her tone seemed to be pleading: "Go."

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at her without any further hesitation, and immediately handed the bowl to her, stood up and said, "Okay, I'll fill a bowl over."

  He went to get the bowl and spoon, poured the last portion into the bowl, then left the room and took it to the back garden.

  In the gazebo in the back garden.

  Ms. Qin in a snow-white dress was sitting there, quietly reading a book.

  Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment, walked over with the porridge, entered the gazebo, and said, "Miss, do you want a few bites of the porridge I just made?"

  Qin Jianjia raised his head, glanced at him, and then at the porridge in his hand, without saying a word.

  Luo Qingzhou waited for a while, and when she was about to leave, she said flatly: "Let's put it down."

  Luo Qingzhou hurriedly put the porridge on the stone table in front of her, then said goodbye and left.

  The tempting fragrance soon wafted through the entire gazebo.

  Qin Jianjia stared at the porridge in the bowl for a while, then lowered his head and continued to read the book.

  In the front hall.

  The sun has set, and night has fallen.

  The maids lit the oil lamps and candles, and the lanterns were blown in the corridor.

  Song Ruyue, Qin Wenzheng, and Qin Chuan waited left and right. The food was almost cold, but no one came.

  Song Ruyue suddenly said angrily: "Mei'er, didn't you say that the second lady went to call them? Where is the person?"

  Meier lowered her head, and said with a bitter face: "Your servant... I don't even know about it."

  Qin Wenzheng frowned and said, "Go and see."

  Meier was about to leave, Song Ruyue immediately said angrily: "I'll go by myself!"

   After finishing speaking, he went out angrily.

  She spent half a day, endured the oil stains, and cooked the dishes herself, but no one came to eat them. It's abominable!

  She took a few maids and soon came to Meixiang Xiaoyuan.

  The courtyard door is closed.

  It was empty and there was no one there.

  She soon brought people to Banxianju.

"Um?"

  Just walked to the gate of Banxianju, and suddenly smelled an attractive fragrance.

  At the same time, a light was on inside.

  She was stunned for a moment, and immediately walked in aggressively. Seeing that the lights were on in the kitchen, and someone was talking, she immediately stepped into the kitchen.

   "What are you doing here? The food is getting cold, you..."

  The words in her mouth stopped suddenly, and she looked at the bowl in the hands of her daughter and everyone in the kitchen.

  When she broke in, Nangong Meijiao also said: "Go and call that guy back, and make another pot, I'm not full yet."

   "What do you... eat?"

   She was dazed for a moment, and walked over, only to find that everyone's bowls and pots were empty.

  But in the whole kitchen, there is an attractive fragrance floating.

There was still some left in Miss Qin Er's bowl, and she hadn't finished eating yet. Seeing her rushing in with an angry face, she immediately reacted and apologized weakly: "Mother, I'm sorry, I forgot that you are still waiting in front. with..."

   "What's in your bowl?"

  Although Song Ruyue was angry, she was aroused by the scent floating in the air and the unsatisfied expressions on the faces of several people.

  Miss Qin Er said: "Porridge, brother-in-law's porridge is very fragrant, do you want to try it, mother?"

   After finishing speaking, he quickly ate another spoonful.

  Song Ruyue was taken aback when she heard the words: "Luo Qingzhou boiled it? Can he cook porridge?"

   Then his face sank: "Who asked him to cook? His hands are for reading and writing, the hands that are going to be the number one scholar? Who allowed him to cook and do such inferior things?"

   There was a chill in the kitchen, and no one dared to speak.

Song Ruyue took the bowl angrily, looked down, picked up the spoon and scooped it up, and said with a sneer, "It's just a scholar who doesn't work hard, I don't believe that the porridge he cooks is so delicious. Where are you going!"

   After speaking, he took a bite.

   Ling Chan Moon Palace.

After feeding Xia Chan the porridge, Luo Qingzhou saw that she still wanted to eat, and said softly, "You can't eat too much at one time. I will make it for you tomorrow. After Bailing comes back from grabbing the medicine, I will eat it again." Boil some medicine for you, go to bed early tonight, and you should be fine tomorrow."

  Xia Chan lowered her head and said "Oh".

Luo Qingzhou put down the bowls and spoons in the past, walked to the bed and sat down, held her little hand, and was about to talk to her for a while, when Mei Er and Zhu Er suddenly shouted outside: "Master! Master! Come out quickly!" !"

  Luo Qingzhou's expression changed when he heard the words, and he quickly got up and said, "Chanchan, you should rest well, I'll go out and see what's going on."

  He immediately took the lunch box and left the house.

  Meier and Zhuer stood at the gate of the small courtyard, they didn't dare to come in without permission, they just shouted anxiously outside.

  Luo Qingzhou immediately walked down the corridor quickly, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? Second Miss fainted again?"

  Meier hurriedly said: "No, it's Madam! Uncle, Madam told you to go back and make porridge for the Princess, who is not full yet."

  Zhu'er also opened her mouth and said: "Young master, the servants are not full, everyone is not full."

  Luo Qingzhou froze for a moment when he heard the words, slowed down his pace, and asked doubtfully, "Is there no cooking in the kitchen tonight? Didn't I see my wife cooking?"

  The two of them didn't say any more, and hurriedly urged: "Uncle, hurry up, madam and princess are still waiting."

  Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to carry the lunch box, followed behind them, and returned to Banxianju.

   not long.

  The chimney above the kitchen, again smoking.

  Front lobby.

  Qin Wenzheng and Qin Chuan sat in front of a table full of food, smelling the aroma of the food, feeling the food changing from hot to cold, and their stomachs growling from hunger.

  Qin Chuan couldn't help complaining: "Why don't you come? Dad, why don't we eat first? I have to go back to practice martial arts."

  Qin Wenzheng glared at him immediately, and reprimanded: "There are no rules! Your mother cooks tonight to thank Meijiao. Meijiao didn't come, so why don't you try?"

  Qin Chuan shrank his neck, and said weakly: "My boy is just talking, but he didn't move."

   After a while.

  Qin Chuan couldn't help it, and said, "Daddy, wait, I'll go and have a look at the back."

   After speaking, leave quickly.

  Qin Wenzheng was so hungry that he had to drink tea constantly.

   In the end, after waiting for a long time, not to mention that other people did not come, even Qin Chuan was gone forever.

   "Nie Zi!"

  He shouted angrily, stood up, and went to the backyard aggressively.

  While Luo Qingzhou was cooking porridge, Song Ruyue took a group of people to Ling Chan Moon Palace to visit the sick Xia Chan.

  In the back garden.

  The porcelain bowl on the stone table is already empty.

  Bai Ling came back after grabbing the medicine. Seeing everyone gathered in the Lingchan Moon Palace, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly boiled the medicine.

   After everyone watched Xia Chan finish taking the medicine, Fang suddenly remembered that the porridge should be ready.

  So, the crowd surrounded Song Ruyue and rushed to the Banished Immortal Residence.

  When they came to Banxianju and walked into the kitchen quickly, Fang was shocked to see that Qin Wenzheng was squatting on the ground next to the stove, sweating profusely, gorging on the porridge.

  The porridge boiled in the pot has already gone more than half.

  (end of this chapter)