"..."

Zhen Shuyuan couldn't help laughing, straightened her skirt sleeves and waved her hands:

"Okay, no more joking. Look at the dark circles under your eyes. Go and have a rest. Later, you will blame me for nagging me and making you unclean at home."

Ouyang Rong was dubious: "Have I really gone back to the house? Does Auntie have anything else to do?"

"You said it, it's true."

"..."

Ouyang Rong said with a straight face: "I'm squeezing out toothpaste and talking in small sentences."

"What is toothpaste?"

"fine."

Zhen Shuyuan didn't care and shook her head:

"I've stewed a pot of soup for you. You should wash up first. I'll let Vera bring it to your room later. You can drink more to keep yourself healthy."

"What kind of health is this?" After reacting, Ouyang Rong asked with a straight face: "What kind of soup is this?"

"Black-bone chicken, yam and red date soup nourishes blood and kidneys, strengthens yang and replenishes qi."

The corners of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched.

"Why, I've been stewing it for a whole day, are you sure Tanlang doesn't want to try it?"

"Try it, of course, I'll drink it all when I get back."

Ouyang Rong said a few words and ran away immediately.

Back at Yin Bing Zhai, I rested for a while and just about to wash up, Ye Weilai came into the room, lowered her head and handed over a bowl of black-bone chicken, yam, and red date soup.

Ouyang Rong had a look of helplessness on his face.

"The eldest lady said, one bowl tonight, another bowl tomorrow, and another bowl sent over at noon... Anyway, Tanlang is going to drink it all, so let it simmer over low heat first. It's not in a hurry anyway. If you can't drink it, take it slow.

"

Ouyang Rong glanced at the bowl of aphrodisiac medicinal food with a sad face, and then at Ye Weilai, whose ears were red and embarrassed to look up at him.

I still didn’t know what my aunt meant, so I started urging her.

When the air is silent.

Ouyang Rong's heart suddenly moved.

He immediately picked up the bowl and swallowed the bowl of chicken soup. Then he immediately went back to bed and fell asleep.

As for the white-haired girl next to her on the bed at night, who was tossing and turning, I presume she didn't notice...

The next day, early in the morning.

When Ouyang Rong was about to serve another bowl of black-bone chicken, yam, and red date soup, Ye Weila ordered:

"The soup cans are packed, I want to take them away."

Ye Weilai was stunned:

"Take... where to take? Madam said, you must watch Tan Lang finish drinking..."

Ouyang Rong looked serious: "Take it to the palace, drink it with your junior sister, and replenish her blood."

When this reason was thrown out, Ye Weilai felt a little helpless. After hesitating for a moment, she had no choice but to follow the instructions, but she would definitely have to ask Zhen Shuyuan for instructions later.

Ouyang Rong went out with a soup can and boarded the carriage.

But when he arrived at Prince Xunyang's Mansion, his junior sister was nowhere to be seen.

Xiao Mo Jing Miao Si was not in the yard either.

Ouyang Rong called a maid to inquire, and it turned out that the junior sister, Li Guo'er and Miss Qin had gone to attend a private gathering of ladies from Xunyang.

Ouyang Rong originally wanted to leave the can of black-bone chicken, yam, and red date soup in the yard, but then he thought about it, what if the junior sister saw through it and sent it back?

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows, suddenly turned around, and went out again.

Not long after, he took a can of black-bone chicken, yam, and red date soup, rode a carriage, and arrived at a simple courtyard not far from the Jiangzhou lobby.

The courtyard door opens.

"How did you come?"

Rong Zhen held a jasper staff in his hand and frowned at the visitor.

Ouyang Rong walked past her in a familiar manner, walked into the courtyard, and placed a carefully packaged can of black-bone chicken, yam, and red date soup on the table.

"This is……"

"Yesterday, I suddenly remembered that after Ms. Shi was injured, she lost too much blood and her face was always pale. On a business trip in a foreign country, she was no better than at home in the capital. She had no one to take care of her and had to rely on herself for everything. I thought about it and cooked a pot of black chicken, yam, red dates and so on with my family.

Soup, Lady Shi, please replenish it."

He clapped his hands and said sincerely.

Two days have passed since they jointly submitted a letter to the Giant Buddha to postpone it. However, Luoyang is far from Jiangzhou and the memorial is still on the way. There has been no response from Luoyang for the time being.

Speaking of which, Ouyang Rong actually wanted to find a chance to say thank you in the past two days, and now is the time.

Rong Zhen's expression was as cold as ever, he shook his head and pushed away the soup can:

"I'm not helping you, I'm just telling you the truth and doing what you need to do."

Ouyang Rong pushed the soup can back without squinting and said seriously:

"This bowl of soup is also a tribute to the official. Well, it is also something that friends and colleagues should do.

"We have known each other for such a long time, and I have great respect for you. I respect you very much for your style. I have no other intention or request for the soup this time. There is no need for you to worry, Ms. Shi. You must accept it. It is important to recuperate.

"Besides, I've already sent it. Lady Shi, please try it. If you don't like it, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, without waiting for Rong Zhen to refuse again, Ouyang Rong immediately turned around and fled.

When he went out and boarded the carriage, and after driving for a distance, he didn't see Rong Zhen catching up with Huantang, and he was slightly relieved.

Finally dealt with it.

At the same time, Ouyang Rong calmly looked inside at a certain line of blue-gold fonts in the Tower of Merit...

In the rear yard, Rong Zhen stood quietly at the threshold, turning his head to look at the handsome and handsome figure of Chang Shi, who had come all the way to deliver a can of chicken soup early in the morning as he left.

At a certain moment, the tip of her delicate nose twitched and she looked back at the soup can placed on her seat.

Turn around, close the door, return to the house, and open the lid of the can.

Rong Zhen didn't go to get the silver spoon, but suddenly stretched out an index finger and dipped it into the hot and thick chicken soup, not afraid of burning his skin and getting the soup on his fingers.

She took her index finger out of the hot soup, put it in her mouth, and sucked on it.

The little face is a little lost in thought.

This was a habit that my mother developed when she was still alive. She liked to make soup. Every time she opened the pot, she would scoop out the soup with a spoon and taste it to see if it was done. She, who was short, would fold her hands and lie on the stove, using

I secretly dipped my fingers into the soup and tasted it like my mother...

In the simple house, the girl who had not had chicken soup for a long time bit her fingertips and muttered softly:

"Just a little thought..."

She pursed her lips again and sucked her thumb.

The soup in your throat is warm and slightly sweet...
Chapter completed!