"Did you prick your hand?" "Ah." "Does it hurt?" "It doesn't hurt." "You're still crying when it doesn't hurt? You're so delicate." Yan Funing choked, took out her hand, and trotted towards 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 ten fingers are connected to the heart, and her sense of pain is several times more sensitive than ordinary people. The pain at this moment was so painful that she gasped, sniffed, and shed tears.
She was squeamish, and it wasn't the first time he knew that. Fu Ciyi walked over slowly: "I just want to say some light words. I don't want to say those words, you..." She cried harder. Silent tears, heartbreaking to watch. His 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 tongue brushing against the fingertips was tingling, as if something exploded in his 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 really touching and seductive. Fu Ciyi's heart stopped for no reason, he sucked, and then slowly let her go. "Does it still hurt?" The tone is unexpectedly dull. Yan Funing 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... very scary!
As soon as he finished speaking, 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 Li Xinheng and Caiyu still sparring, and said coldly: "Nothing serious will happen from now on, 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. "Everyone is rough and thick-skinned..." Fu Ciyi said no more. - Near noon. In the mysterious house, the man ordered Ying Qi to prepare a car. Ying Qi asked: "Young master, want to go out?" "What? I can't go out?" The man coughed twice and directly explained his purpose of going out, "I want to eat freshly cooked medicinal food." "Sir, Mr. Ding said it's best for you to be in the courtyard. If you really want to eat, my subordinates will buy it for you. Go back quickly and it won't 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 glanced at him: "You have no idea? Who helped season the medicinal food? Can you say that you made it all?" Old Ding was speechless for a moment. The man took steps again. Mr. Ding could not help but followed him panting, 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 the young master act like this just to eat together. The house was only two miles away from the town, and no matter how slowly the carriage drove, it would arrive very quickly. As meal time approached, more and more guests came to the restaurant. Liu Song lowered his head and dialed 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 that others will see that he is not as beautiful as he was in his prime?" His eyes moved to the guard on the side, 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 and said, "You three, please!" Ying Qi protected his young master and kept strangers away. When he saw the shopkeeper coming, he asked, "Is there a private room?" "Yes." Liu Song raised his hand to lead the way. After entering the private room, the man took off his hat, covered his lips and coughed. I saw a young man with a beautiful face 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, "Your young master is a nobleman from the capital, right?" Ying Qi couldn't help but glance at Liu Song: "The shopkeeper has a keen eye." "Then little brother, can you tell me the identity of your 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 medicinal food can be even better." I ate the medicated food packaged by Yingqi before, but 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, and the taste of medicinal food can indeed be better." The man said: "Then why not do better?" "To tell you the truth, my daughter's medicated meals are better than those made by the cook and the maid." "Your daughter?" The man frowned. Ying Qi explained: "He is the young shopkeeper of the restaurant."
Young Master, that village girl in your heart. The man asked again 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?" "My daughter comes to the restaurant once, twice, and three times a month. If the young master wants to eat, it will be on the [-]th of this month at the earliest." The man stood up and coughed: "Okay, then I'll come back on November." Today is the seventh day of the lunar month, just a few days away from the eleventh day. Soon you will be able to eat the delicious medicinal food she made. The man ordered Ying Qi to pay the silver, put on his curtain hat, and slowly walked out of the private room. Passing through the lobby, Mr. Ding was sitting at a table in the corner, enjoying his meal. 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 to try it?" Thinking of what was inside pig intestines... The man retched. (End of chapter)