Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

When Nanshan walked out of the woods, Xuan Qingyi raised her eyelashes slightly, and murderous intent flashed through her eyes. Ao Yi actually took out the undershirt and put it on for her.

That was the first reincarnation. The heart pearl in Nanshan's body had not returned to its place at all, so Ao Yi found her first. He remembered that when he found her, she was wearing that pink skirt and Ao Yi whispered something in front of the dowry.

That time, it almost turned out to be a big mistake.

Xuan Qing also shook his hand under the water, closed his eyes again and started healing with luck.

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Achun pulled Nanshan into the greenhouse next to the woods.

A set of supplies had been prepared in the greenhouse. Ah Chun took off the baggage from his back, took out the eldest lady's clothes and helped her change into them.

He came back in a hurry, and Ah Chun only brought back some important things, such as spare medicines in the box and some clothes. As for the big box, the eldest lady said that she would take her back to see the ten-mile lotus pond when the weather warmed up, so she decided to stay in the old house.

Putting on his own goose-yellow clothes, Nanshan looked in the mirror, and then walked towards the flower hall with Achun.

Wu Shen and others were already waiting in the flower hall. After the greetings, Nanshan invited everyone to sit down and have a meal.

Grandma Dryad looked at the master who was chewing slowly in front of her, with a smile on her face. Her master was really good-looking.

"Miss, do you like to eat?"

"Yeah, it tastes very good."

"If you like it, young lady, I will do it for you every day."

"Pfft," Ah Chun smiled, "Mom is confused. The eldest lady will return home in two days."

"Go back home? Are you going to stay here for the next two days?" Grandma instantly grasped the key point.

A Zhuang and Wu Shen: "..." Mr. (Master) is still recovering from his injuries. Why are they so happy? Your husband (master) has been kind to them all these years, right?

"Wushen." She was distracted when she heard Nanshan's voice, "Is there a suitable guest room in the house?" She had to look at Xuan Qingyi's injuries. Before Nanshan Yun came back, she could only stay here. , Returning home alone will always arouse people's speculation.

Although her reputation was not very good thanks to her two younger sisters, she had no choice but to take this approach in order not to worry her mother. If you stay here, it will be tightly guarded, so you won't be caught by people outside.

"Yes, yes, I'll make arrangements later." Wu Shen came back to his senses and responded quickly. That's right, with the eldest lady here, the master's injury is guaranteed to be cured.

Nanshan thought for a while and asked about the lotus soup. It was winter now and Xuanqing also wanted to drink the lotus soup. There must be some preserved flower dew in the kitchen.

"Master keeps a lot of flower dew in the ice room, but..." Wu Shen remembered the look of disgust when he made lotus soup for his master to drink, and paused, "Master doesn't like to drink what others make. Lotus soup."

"Okay." Nanshan nodded. In one life, she was a businesswoman who specialized in selling lotus soup and other foods. At this moment, she probably still has some impression of the recipe in her mind, "Just bring the flower dew, I will Cook it yourself.”

Everyone at the dinner table looked up at the eldest lady in front of them, and suddenly realized collectively, yes, this was not the problem with the lotus soup. It was clearly because the cook was wrong, and the master was unwilling to drink it. They finally understood.

Nanshan: ...What? Is it hard to accept that she cooks for herself?

Wu Shen finished eating quickly and ran to the ice room to dig out the lotus dew that his master had buried in the cellar like a treasure.

Because Xuan Qing was still soaking in the medicinal spring, Nanshan took a few bites and walked towards the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he found that the stove was on and the hot water was bubbling in the pot. Nanshan was very satisfied and started making lotus soup.

Grandma Dryad followed Nanshan's instructions and threw a handful of amaranth [xiàn cài] beside the stove into the boiling water. When the color in the amaranth dispersed into the water, she scooped up the colored boiling water and took it to the table. side.

At this time, Wu Shen came in with a small jar of lotus dew. Nanshan motioned for him to put it down. Just as Grandma was about to step forward to help, Nanshan shook his head and motioned for Grandma to boil a new pot of water.

Then pour the tapioca flour into a bowl, turn the malt sugar into sugar water, pour it with colored hot water, and stir it into a dough. Then knead the dough into long strips, cut it into small sections, roll it into a round shape, and press it into a plum blossom-shaped mold. When you knock it on the table, small purple-red plum blossom-shaped dumplings will fall out of the mold.

At this time, the water has boiled again. Nanshan sprinkles the plum blossom-shaped cassava flour balls into the water, puts in some fermented wine, osmanthus honey, and more lotus dew, and then adds some flour to thicken the soup, and the lotus soup is completed.

Nanshan thought for a while, and with luck, he threw a ginseng slice into the soup, put some into a sapphire bowl with a sunflower mouth, and asked the tree spirit to share the rest of the lotus soup with everyone, and then He walked out carrying the food tray.

"Miss, miss!" Nanshan just stepped out of the kitchen and saw Achun running towards him, "Achun has a lot to say to the eldest lady."

"Ah Chun, your husband hasn't had lunch yet, so I'll go and deliver him lotus soup first."

"Okay." Ah Chun nodded, made way, and watched the eldest lady's figure walking further and further down the corridor.

Well, sir is more important. Anyway, the eldest lady must rest with her at night. With this thought in mind, Ah Chun went into the kitchen to chat with the tree spirit.

After walking through the deep corridor, Nanshan placed the lotus soup in the medicine spring side room where the stove was lit, and picked up a fox fur cloak. Then they walked on the path in the forest and walked towards the medicinal spring.

Looking ahead, Xuan Qingyi's back gradually enlarged as he sat in the medicinal spring. When his broad back could be seen moving slightly with his breathing, he arrived in front of him.

"Xuan Qingyi, do you have the strength to drink lotus soup?" Nanshan squatted down and stroked his forehead and asked.

"Okay." Xuan Qing also took Nanshan's hand and he was no longer burning.

Seeing him slowly getting up from the medicinal spring and stepping up the steps beside the spring, Nanshan stepped forward, wrapped his cloak around him, and helped him into the side room.

"I'll call Wu Shen to help you change your clothes."

Nanshan was about to go out, so he held her hand tightly and pulled her inside, "No need, it's warm here, I'll do it myself."

"You sit down."

After saying that, Xuan Qing randomly found a set of clothes in the cabinet and walked behind the screen to change.

Listening to the rustling sound behind the screen, Nanshan felt a burning sensation on his face and neck. Simply pick up a spoon and stir it in the lotus soup to dissipate the heat.

While stirring, a big hand covered her hand holding the spoon: "Are you nervous?" He saw that she was about to stir the lotus soup in the bowl onto the table.

"No...no." Why would she be nervous? Is there anything she needs to be nervous about?

No.

"Sit down and drink quickly, see if my craftsmanship is still there?"

Xuan Qing also sat down, opened his mouth and drank some: "Not bad."

"Drink more. Ah."

Seeing Xuan Qing waiting with a smile in his eyes and his mouth open, Nanshan realized that the bite just now was actually fed to him by her through some strange combination of circumstances.