"Did you prick your hand?"
"Yeah."
"Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"It doesn't hurt but you're still crying. ? Squeamish.”
Yan Funing choked, took out her hand, and trotted to the stove.
Fu Ciyi slapped himself on the forehead and hurriedly followed.
Yan Funing pinched her fingertips, frowned and squeezed out two drops of blood, then rinsed her fingertips with water.
The fingers are connected to the heart, and her sense of pain is several times more sensitive than ordinary people.
The pain at this moment made her gasp, sniff, and shed tears.
She was squeamish, and it wasn't the first time he knew that.
Fu Ciyi walked over slowly: "I just wanted to say some light words. I don't want to say those words, you..."
She cried even harder.
Crying silently, it’s heartbreaking to watch.
My heart tightened inexplicably. He squeezed her hand and without saying a word, took her fingertips into his mouth.
Yan Funing was stunned.
The feeling of the tip of my tongue brushing against my fingertips was tingling, as if something was exploding in my mind.
At this moment, she realized that not only was she more sensitive to pain than ordinary people.
Even the other senses are sharper than ordinary people.
This feeling made her instinctively want to escape, but with her fingertips in his mouth and her wrists clasped by him, she couldn't break away no matter what.
"Fu Ciyi, this is not good."
The crying voice was full of sadness.
It's real, touching and seductive.
Fu Ciyi's heart stopped for no reason, and she sucked, then slowly let her go.
“Does it still hurt?”
The tone is unexpectedly dull.
Yan Fu Ning shook her head like a rattle: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."
If she said it hurt again, he wouldn't return it...
It's scary. !
After saying that, he ran away in a hurry. When he left the kitchen, he almost tripped over the threshold with his toes.
Fu Ciyi was reaching out to help her when he saw her running into the west wing and closing the door.
As if he were a man-eating beast.
Turning his eyes, he saw that Li Xinheng and Caiyu were still sparring, and said coldly: "There will be nothing serious in the future, so don't make a fuss."
The two stopped.
"Uncle, what's wrong?" Caiyu pinched the back of her hand that was hurt by Li Xinheng just now.
"All of them are rough-skinned and thick-skinned..."
Fu Ciyi didn't say any more.
——
It’s approaching noon.
In the mysterious house, the man ordered Ying Qi to prepare a car.
Ying Qi asked: "Master, you want to go out?"
"What? I can't go out?" The man coughed twice and directly explained the purpose of going out, "I want to eat the freshly cooked medicinal food."
“Sir, Mr. Ding said it is best for you to be in the courtyard. If you really want to eat, I will buy it for you. Go and come back quickly, it will not affect the taste.”
“ I came here to recuperate, not to go to jail." The man walked towards the gate.
Ying Qi glanced at the maid who was following behind. The maid understood and hurriedly went to invite Mr. Ding.
Old Ding was getting older, and he was out of breath as he trotted all the way to the door.
"My young master, isn't it just medicinal food? Didn't you praise what I made last time? If you want to eat it, just keep making it."
The man looked at him. One glance: "You have no idea? Who helped season the medicinal food? Can you say that it was all done by you?"
Ding Lao was speechless for a moment.
The man took steps again.
Mr. Ding was helpless, panting and followed him, pleading in a low voice: "Master, if you want to go out, please put on your curtain hat."
The man stopped and raised his hand. The maid at the back immediately offered her a curtain and hat.
Accompanied by Mr. Ding and driven by Ying Qi, the man finally left the house.
On the way, Ying Qi kept complaining: "Young master doesn't go out, but this is the reason when he goes out."
The medicinal diet made by that village girl is delicious, but the young master has never tasted any delicacies from the mountains and seas.
I have never seen a young master do this in order to eat together.
The house is only two miles away from the town. No matter how slowly the carriage drives, it will arrive very quickly.
As meal time approaches, more and more customers come to the restaurant.
Liu Song lowered his head to dial the abacus, and looked up from time to time to see if the waiters were enthusiastic about greeting the guests.
Suddenly a carriage stopped at the door, and a man wearing a draped hat got out of the carriage. He looked like a man and asked him to look at it a few more times.
Liu Song couldn't help but murmur, "Whose son wears a curtain hat when going out, like a young lady, afraid of being seen by others who don't look good in their prime?"
His eyes moved to the guard aside, and he realized that this person was probably the person behind the scenes who often used insulated food boxes to pack medicinal meals.
He immediately stepped forward to greet him: "You three, please come in!"
Ying Qi protected his young master and prevented strangers from approaching him. When he saw the shopkeeper approaching, he asked, "Is there a private room?"
"Yes." Liu Song raised his hand to lead the way.
Entering the private room, the man took off his hat, covered his lips and coughed.
I saw a young man with a face like a crown jewel and picturesque eyebrows.
Liu Song murmured in his heart that his daughter's cold-faced husband was good-looking. To be fair, he was better-looking than his festive son.
This time, why is there another one who looks better than his son?
It's just that this person's body doesn't seem to be in good shape.
The man sat down and ordered a medicated pigeon dish, as well as two dishes of the restaurant's new herbal dish for strengthening the spleen and removing dampness.
Not long after, three medicinal dishes were served.
As expected, he ate freshly cooked medicinal food in a restaurant, but the man still seemed dissatisfied: "Go find the shopkeeper."
Ying Qi left in response.
When he arrived at the counter, he said to Liu Song: "My young master, please ask the shopkeeper to come over."
Liu Song took the opportunity to inquire: "Your young master is quite mysterious." Thinking of the luxurious carriage parked at the door, he guessed, "You Is the young master from the capital a noble man?"
Ying Qi couldn't help but glance at Liu Song: "The shopkeeper has a good eye."
"Can you tell me the identity of the young master? "Liu Song's gossip aroused.
“I would like to advise the shopkeeper, don’t ask about things you shouldn’t know.”
The two entered the private room.
The man said bluntly: "The taste of the medicinal food can be better."
When I ate the medicinal food packaged by Yingqi before, I just felt that the entrance temperature was not suitable. Later, when he ate the food in the house that the girl had personally prepared the seasoning for, he realized that the taste could be even better.
At this moment, after taking three medicinal meals in a row, he always felt that something was missing.
Liu Song couldn't help but praise: "Young master has a good tongue, the taste of medicinal food can really be better."
The man said: "Then why not do it better?"
"To be honest, sir, my daughter's medicinal diet is better than that of the cook and the cook."
"Your daughter?" The man frowned.
Ying Qi explained: "She is the little shopkeeper of the restaurant."
Sir, that village girl in your heart.
The man asked in a warm voice: "If I want to eat the medicinal food made by the shopkeeper of your restaurant, could you please let the shopkeeper know?" If you want to eat, it will be on the 11th of this month at the earliest.”
The man stood up and coughed: “Okay, I’ll come back on the 11th.”
Today is the seventh day of the lunar month. Not a few days.
You will soon be able to eat the delicious medicinal food she made.
The man ordered Ying Qi to pay the money, put on his curtain hat, and slowly walked out of the private room.
After passing the lobby, Mr. Ding was sitting at a table in the corner, eating happily.
The man stopped.
Ding Lao noticed that his young master was looking at him from a distance, and he picked up a piece of pig intestine with chopsticks: "Sir, as Ying Qi said, the pig intestine in this restaurant is very delicious. Do you want it? Try it? ”
Think of the pig intestines...
The man retched. (End of this chapter)