Report to the Marquis! The Madam went to the military camp to flirt with men again

study.

Wu Er brought over a stew pot.

"Master, this is the chicken soup cooked in the kitchen. Drink it while it's hot to replenish your body."

Fu Junyan sat at the desk, stopped writing, slightly turned his body, looked past him, and looked outside the door. When he didn't see the person coming, his face seemed a little lost.

"Master, who are you waiting for?"

"Nosy." Fu Junyan rolled his eyes at him.

His eyes fell on the stew pot, and he asked casually, "Who ordered the chicken soup?"

"Ah?" Wu Er was a little confused by the question and said blankly, "In the kitchen..."

Seeing Fu Junyan's obviously unhappy expression, Wu Er didn't know what was going on, so he could only push the stew pot forward: "Master, drink it while it's hot."

Fu Junyan opened the lid, took a sip, and frowned: "It's bland. Is there no salt in the kitchen? Take it away."

Wu Er felt a little scared, so he took the stew pot back to the kitchen and said something to the cook casually.

The cook took a sip doubtfully and said in surprise, "No way! Manager Wu, you try it too."

Wu Erbian also took a bite and found that it was indeed fine and tasted just right.

What does this mean, young master?

Recalling Fu Junyan’s abnormal behavior, Wu Er suddenly slapped his forehead: I understand!

It turns out that it’s not the chicken soup that’s wrong, it’s the person who makes it!

When Lin Zhuwei just returned to the door of the room, Wu Er came to greet her: "Young Madam."

"How is the young master?"

"Madam, the young master is not in a good mood." Wu Er replied.

"What happened? He was fine when he left this morning. Did you call a doctor?"

"Madam, Doctor Zhou has come to see the young master. He said that the main problem is that the young master is physically weak. Taking too much medicine will not be good for him. Food supplements are the best."

Wu Er agreed verbally but thought in his heart: Doctor Zhou did come and said that the young master was in great shape and so strong that he could kill several tigers.

But he couldn't just say what he wanted to say, so he could only make up some nonsense.

After hearing this, Lin Zhuwei casually responded, "Then let the kitchen cook some tonic food and bring it over, wouldn't that be fine?"

Wu Er was a little embarrassed: "This..."

Lin Zhuwei looked strange: "What's going on? Is the Fu family going to go bankrupt? They can't even afford the money to buy the stew?"

Fu Junyan, who was sitting at the table in the room, listened to the conversation outside the door, pulled the corners of his lips, and looked speechless.

This woman should just sew her mouth shut. Can’t she just hope for something good from the Fu family?

"Young Madam is really good at joking." Wu Er laughed awkwardly, "Well, I don't know what kind of tonic I should stew for the young master? Young Madam, do you have any good recommendations?"

"I'm not a cook, how can I lift it..." Lin Zhuwei suddenly stopped talking, and quickly reacted, covering her mouth with her hands and giggling, "Okay, I know how to do it. Go tell your master, wait and eat."

As Fu Junyan listened, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up into a beautiful arc.

This woman is not stupid at all!

Wu Er looked pleased, looking at Lin Zhuwei's back, and raised his voice slightly: "Thank you for your hard work, Madam! The young master likes to drink chicken soup."

Lin Zhuwei casually waved his hands backwards to indicate that he heard it.

Wu Er covered his mouth and laughed softly. He made his words so clear, the young lady must have really understood them, right?

I understand, but is it too much?

Fu Junyan frowned, looking at the dark bowl in front of him - huh? What is this?

"Chicken soup!" Lin Zhuwei sat down and said with a smile, "Didn't Wu Er say that you like chicken soup?"

"Are you...are you sure this bowl is chicken soup?"

It was black and glowed green, with a few leaves floating on it. He picked it up and took a look, but it didn't look like leaves.

Is this sure that this isn't a poison she prepared herself?

Lin Zhuwei: "Master Fu, I cooked this myself. Don't worry, it's definitely not poisonous."

Fu Junyan looked up at her, his eyes full of "untrustworthy".

Lin Zhuwei: "Didn't I tell you? If I poison you to death, I won't get any benefit at all. If you are alive, I will be the mistress of the Fu family. If you die, I will be a widow. Will I be bullied to death? So, Fu Junyan, you should quickly take care of yourself and live a long life. I still need your protection."

Fu Junyan pursed his lips and said nothing, looking at her sincere face, which didn't look like she was deliberately teasing or lying.

Especially the words "I still need your protection" which seemed to be said unintentionally, sounded like a promise between lovers, and actually made him feel slightly tipsy.

In order to hide the strangeness in his eyes, Fu Junyan still drank the "chicken soup" under her scorching gaze.

Ah!

It is indeed very unpalatable, and the taste is as bad as its appearance.

"Yu Shaoruo, are you sure you can cook? It tastes terrible."

Fu Junyan put down the bowl. This was the first time he had seen chicken soup so bitter.

"I can't! Who told you I can cook?" Lin Zhuwei said shamelessly and did not intend to hide the facts.

Before she traveled through time, she was an only child. Her father loved her and her mother spoiled her to the core. Not to mention cooking, even the food was served in front of her. She was truly a woman who had never had to do housework.

Although she can't cook, she knows about medicinal herbs!

So this doesn’t prevent him from having some nourishing soup, it’s just a small matter!

Fu Junyan's brows were locked, his eyes darkened, and he fell into deep thought as he looked at the empty bowl on the table.

There was a dead silence in the air.

Lin Zhuwei found it a little funny: "You mean this chicken soup? Don't worry, it contains ordinary medicinal herbs, it's really not poisonous. Didn't Wu Er say that you were weak? So I went to the pharmacy and got some tonic for you and put it in the stew together."

It's more than just a tonic?

That big bag contained ten kinds of nourishing medicinal herbs, including angelica, ginseng, cinnamon, chuanxiong, deer antler, etc., but it cost her five taels of silver. It hurt to think about it.

But after all, he caught a cold because of her, so he felt a little guilty. I'll just consider it as repaying him a favor.

It does taste a bit unpalatable, but it does not affect her sincerity!

Having already drunk it, Fu Junyan couldn’t spit it out.

I don’t know how many tonics she put in her “chicken soup”.

Only two hours after drinking it, Fu Junyan started bleeding from his nose.

"Why is there a nosebleed out of nowhere?" Old Madam Fu was very panicked. What she feared most was that something might happen to Fu Junyan.

Fu Junyan wiped the blood from his nose and held her hand: "Grandma, it's okay, don't be afraid."

"How could I not be afraid? Your grandfather..."

Mr. Fu was first discovered to have nosebleeds, and then his health deteriorated until finally no medicine was effective.

"Grandma, don't worry, it's just a little nosebleed, I'm not feeling unwell."

He squinted his eyes at Lin Zhuwei who was standing beside him, which made her look away guiltily.

"Where's the doctor? Have you guys invited him? What are you all doing here?" Old Madam Fu was furious and wished she could turn into a doctor.

As he was speaking, Wu Er hurried in from outside, followed by Doctor Zhou with a serious look on his face.

"Madam, Doctor Zhou is here!"

Madam Fu stood up quickly and said, "Dr. Zhou, thank you for your hard work. Please help me take care of my grandson."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and Doctor Zhou quickly sat down and carefully took Fu Junyan's pulse.

Madam Fu's mood also changed with Doctor Zhou's expression.

"Doctor Zhou, how is my grandson?"

After a while, seeing that Doctor Zhou had finished taking the patient's pulse, Mrs. Fu asked anxiously.

"Nothing serious."

"Then why did you suddenly have a nosebleed?"

Doctor Zhou did not answer Mrs. Fu directly, but asked Fu Junyan directly:

"Master Fu, have you eaten anything nourishing these two days?"

Fu Junyan raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Zhuwei, who was feeling uneasy.

Seeing no way out, she could only whisper, "Chicken soup."

"Chicken soup?" Doctor Zhou nodded. "Did you put angelica and deer antler in the chicken soup?"

"Um……"

"That's right."

Doctor Zhou wrote a list and handed it to A Bu beside him before continuing, "I came to check Master Fu's pulse a few days ago. Didn't I tell him that Master Fu had a lot of internal heat these days and shouldn't take a lot of supplements? Why did you give him something like deer antlers that has blood in it?"

Lin Zhuwei suddenly felt strange: "Doctor Zhou, didn't they say that Master Fu was weak and that it would be best to eat tonic food?"

As he said this, he glanced at Wu Er and lowered his head guiltily.

"On the contrary, if the internal heat is not eliminated, if you take supplements at this time, the blood and qi in your body will churn and you will easily get a nosebleed."

"Wu Er, how have you been doing things in the kitchen recently?" Madam Fu finally felt relieved, but she was still very unhappy. "Even such an important matter as Doctor Zhou's instructions, you can get it wrong? If you can't do it, change the cook for me!"