Luo Ziheng was eating and drinking wine leisurely, and also praised her cooking skills: "It's done well, the meat is fragrant but not greasy."

He ate so delicious that he was obviously angry with himself, but Yanran had to say politely: "Young Master is satisfied. Let Dr. Wang take your pulse and see if there is any problem with your legs. I will retreat first." She gritted her teeth and swallowed "See if your legs are lame."

Luo Ziheng was so angry that he said unpaid: "You don't have to leave. You will go with Dr. Wang to get the medicine later. Doctor Wang, please." As he said that, he went on a wide rattan chair. Doctor Wang also sat next to him and took his pulse for his hands. He looked up at Luo Ziheng in confusion, and his face seemed to be a smile.

Dr. Wang said cautiously: "I will prescribe a prescription for Young Master Luo for the time being, boil some medicine for two days. If you feel uncomfortable, call me."

Yanran saw Dr. Wang's serious expression and thought that there was really something wrong with his legs and that he was pressed by him. She immediately asked worriedly: "Doctor Wang, is it very serious?"

Dr. Wang lowered his head and felt unlucky! He has been practicing medicine for decades, but he is not very noble and has a medical ethics. What medicine does Master Luo sell in his gourd? "Miss, please follow me, take the medicine for two days before talking about it."

"Okay." This time she followed her very diligently.

Luo Ziheng was very happy to see the worries about him in her eyes. He wanted her to stay for dinner, but that would have been a mistake. Besides, he was both happy and proud when he saw her busy for him.

He continued to sit leisurely at the dining table, and slowly picked up the thorns from the fish.

Yanran hurriedly followed Dr. Wang to grab the medicine, then ran to the kitchen to boil medicine for the people there, and at the same time filled some things by himself. Unexpectedly, except Zhuer, the rest of the people in the kitchen were dispersed.

"Zhu'er, thank you for your hard work, I'm almost starving to death." Yanran stuffed the medicine bag into her hand and began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find food.

Zhu'er handed her a steamed bun and a bowl of porridge: "Sister Yan'er, this is your meal."

Yanran was so angry that her nose was almost smoking: "Just eat this? Didn't we make two dishes just now? Who ate them all?"

Zhu'er was startled by her roar and said timidly: "The young master said that the dishes that Sister Yan'er studied were delicious, so that his relatives could also try them."

Yanran kicked the pot and cursed in her heart, "This damn Luo Ziheng, I'm still so worried about her." Yanran saw that Zhu'er was scared and couldn't bear it, so she took it over: "Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten it, butler Ouyang gave Zhu'er a steamed bun, it's delicious." Zhu'er replied seriously and satisfied.

Should a steamed bun be so happy? In modern times, coarse grains are better and healthier, do you know? Yanran asked herself casually in her heart: "What do you usually eat? Can a steamed bun be so happy?"
Chapter completed!