"Yes." Linlang squeezed the little hands. The little girl blushed shyly, but still let her hold her hand obediently.

"Go back and let me cook a pot of Qibao Wufa porridge for the princess first, and then make some other medicinal food. The princess will feel better after taking it for a while."

"That couldn't be better." It's not like Luo Bin has never worried about her daughter's yellow hair, and it's not like she hasn't asked the imperial doctor to prescribe medicine.

But the herbs are bitter and the children are young.

Even if Princess Zhenmeng is very obedient and is willing to bear it, she will subconsciously vomit it out.

After a few trips, Luo Lianyi, the mother-in-law, felt distressed. She decided to wait until her daughter was older to resolve the matter.

Now that Linlang has a solution.

Naturally, she was very generous with her offer, "You can take these first. If you don't have enough money, you can come back to me."

Linlang held the large bag of money and suddenly felt a sense of mission: "I promise to complete the mission! I will never let you down!"

And never let your money go to waste!

...

In the middle of winter, a steaming bowl of high-quality lamb is the only way to satisfy your cravings.

Two-year-old freshly killed Jie sheep, with plump meat, are cooked with red dates, wolfberry, Codonopsis pilosula and other nourishing medicinal materials to make a pot with a rich white fragrance.

Originally, Linlang was worried that some people didn't like sheep, and she was afraid that Qiubai would be one of them.

But it turns out she thought too much.

He Chu, a migrant worker who also received her special extra meals, would tactfully express to her that he couldn't eat spicy food.

This guy is not picky about food at all.

At least so far, he eats whatever she feeds him.

"Sir, is there really nothing you don't like to eat? You are so familiar with it, don't be embarrassed to say it. Really, this slave will definitely remember it clearly."

After thinking twice, Linlang decided to ask again.

But the other party glanced at her like she was looking at an idiot and said, "There's nothing I don't like to eat. You've asked me this question three times, and my ears are about to get calluses."

"Is it because it's so cold that it freezes your brain so much that it can't function properly? That's why your memory is not good?"

Linlang:......

Damn, she shouldn't have opened her mouth like this!

This infuriating poisonous tongue!!

"In the famine years, you can't even eat bark and grass roots, so why should you choose to eat?" The young man took away the bowl with satisfaction. She had worked hard for two hours to cook the mutton soup, and she was not polite at all.

Linlang twitched the corner of her mouth.

Bark years? Bark grass roots?

He is the only one who can confront Rong Zhaoyi's harem crab head-on and escape unscathed. At least he must be a well-connected person.

Why do you still say it... as if he had eaten these himself?

"By the way, I found all the books you asked for. They are under the desk. Let's go see if they hurt your bowl of soup."

Qiu Bai criticizes the sky and the earth, but he will not criticize her craftsmanship or the dishes she makes. It can even be said that she respects her very much.

After all, after finding out about the green dumplings from the three-layer food box last time, Linlang really couldn't figure out how on earth he could eat them all by himself?

"Why are these books..." They feel a little familiar.

Linlang was stunned for a moment, and then realized where he had seen it.

——Zangshuge.

She glanced at Qiu Bai who was putting the empty bowl back into the food box, and her heart skipped a beat.

Since these books can be placed here so openly...then they must not have been stolen like her.

But if he could enter the library at will, it would be even more confusing.

But she couldn't ask this.
Chapter completed!