Luo Qingjiu's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Just when he was about to say something to explain, a spoonful of delicious mushroom soup came to his mouth.
"The freshly cooled mushroom soup is delicious. Please try my handiwork, sir."
Luo Qingjiu's heartbeat suddenly slowed down a beat, as if something had changed.
He drank the mushroom soup one spoonful at a time and ate all the food brought by Shen Yue, but he still felt that he was still unsatisfied.
"Mushroom soup...is there any more?" Luo Qingjiu said a little embarrassed.
It was obviously the simplest mushroom soup, but it tasted sweet to him. One bowl was not enough, and he even wanted to have another bowl.
Suddenly, he thought of the conversation between the two in the yard in the afternoon. Shen Yue had picked these mushrooms and had to keep the rest to sell them.
"If not, don't want it. I'm full."
"Yes, sir, please wait for me."
She used half a bunch of mushrooms to make soup, just to make Luo Qingjiu drink more, supplement nutrition, and induce sweating to promote body recovery.
Shen Yue ran out of the house and filled another bowl of mushroom soup.
[Hey! The favorability value is 10, the current experience value is 0, and there are still 100 points left before the next upgrade. 】
There was a mechanical system sound in her mind, and Shen Yue smiled. It seemed that the boss had changed her mind, but she had just paid back the owed experience points, so she had to continue to work hard.
He entered the room with a full bowl of mushroom soup. After Luo Qingjiu finished drinking, he gently wiped the corners of his mouth with the handkerchief he brought with him.
After wiping, she packed up her things and left the house. Luo Qingjiu felt a little hot.
If I read it correctly, the handkerchief she wiped her mouth with just now was the one she was carrying with her.
Don’t you know whether men and women are intimate or not?
There was a faint medicinal fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, which made him upset.
Then he enlightened himself, they were married, shouldn't it be right to take care of him?
Shen Yue was not so entangled, she packed up the dishes and put them in the kitchen, and had a delicious meal with Luo Mu in the yard.
The clear and moist white porridge, paired with the delicious aroma of the stir-fried mushrooms, is truly a masterpiece.
Luo's mother kept praising her for her good cooking skills, and she fried the mushrooms until they tasted meaty.
Hearing this, Shen Yue knew that this was not her imagination. These spices and semi-dried mushrooms really created a texture and taste that was not meat but meat.
If this is the case, she can go up the mountain to pick some mushrooms tomorrow, and she can try them at the market the day after tomorrow.
After finishing the meal, the two of them cleared away the dishes.
At this time, the medicinal properties in the frying pan were fully analyzed. Shen Yue filtered out the medicinal residue, leaving the dark brown medicinal juice, and filled a small bowl for Luo Qingjiu to drink.
There's just enough juice left in the frying pan for tomorrow.
After tidying up the kitchen, the sky became dark, making it difficult to sleep.
There are two rooms in the house and one kitchen.
The room near the kitchen is the main house, which used to be lived by Luo's father and Luo's mother. Later, the two got married, and Luo's mother, who was left alone, moved to the side cabin.
The side cabin is too small, so it is obviously not practical to sleep with Luo's mother, but the simple bed set up in the main room cannot accommodate the two of them, not to mention that Luo Qingjiu is still injured and cannot be squeezed in.
The double bed she bought when she got married had long been sold by the original owner for money, and she didn't sleep at home at night, so Luo's mother never thought about sleeping.
It was getting dark now, so I could only make do with a night's sleep.
Shen Yue pulled two benches together and prepared to sleep for the night.
He met with strong opposition from Luo Mu and Luo Qingjiu.
"This kid, how can someone sleep on a bench?" He then removed the bench and left the room.
Luo Qingjiu didn't know why he stopped him. Maybe he couldn't bear to see a girl curled up on the bench. How could he sleep well on a hard and narrow bench?
He also didn't expect that Shen Yue would really stop going to Lu's house.
Luo Mu removed the bench and came back after a while carrying a large wooden board.
It turns out that Luo Mu's previous bed had a double bed board, but when she lived alone, the extra bed boards were folded up to make a single bed.
Luo Mu came in with the bed board and put the bed together in a few moments.
Shen Yue moved so fast that she didn't even have time to help.
In fact, she can just sleep on her own side. She really doesn't need to be next to Luo Qingjiu!
"Yue'er, wait, mother will get you a quilt."
After a while, Luo's mother came over holding a red quilt and helped lay it out.
With this festive color, those who didn’t know it would have thought they were newlyweds.
Luo's mother said to herself: "My mother bought this quilt when you got married. She knew you would definitely come back to sleep on it."
"My mother didn't give it to you last time when I came back. Don't you blame me?"
Luo's mother looked at Shen Yue with some anxiety, fearing that she would leave again if she got angry.
"How could it be possible? If it weren't for my mother, I would have to sleep on the bed board today."
It was too late for Shen Yue to be happy with the soft quilt. She was not the original person and could only eat, drink and have fun. How could she blame Luo Mu?
The bed built by Luo's mother was very strong, and the bed under Luo Qingjiu was supported by wooden sticks. If the color of the wooden boards hadn't been different, she would have thought it was a big bed.
After tidying up the bed, Luo's mother told the two of them to go to bed early and then went back to her room.
Shen Yue was a little uncomfortable. She had always slept in the same bed alone since she was a child, never with anyone else, let alone a man.
"It's getting late, why don't you wash up and go to bed?" Luo Qingjiu, who was ignored, couldn't help but urge her.
He is extremely unbalanced now. The quilt he is covered with is still the old quilt from before. His mother doesn't think about him first and gives all the good things to Shen Yue, as if she is her biological child.
Still indignant, Luo Qingjiu suddenly felt a dampness on her face, surrounded by a faint medicinal fragrance.
Shen Yue washed herself, took the wet handkerchief, and wiped it with Luo Qingjiu.
She remembered that the book said that Luo Qingjiu had a mysophobia. Once, a palace maid who was serving him accidentally spilled a drink and dripped it on him. She was pulled out and beaten to death with sticks on the spot.
Luo Qingjiu can't move now, and she has to take care of his little mysophobia.
Shen Yue first wiped his face, then changed a handkerchief and wiped his limbs. Finally, he took off the dog skin plaster that was applied in the morning and replaced it with a new one.
After packing these, Shen Yue blew out the small oil lamp and slept outside.
The quilt that Luo's mother brought was a double quilt. Shen Yue hesitated for a moment, but decided to cover Luo Qingjiu with half of it.
He pulled up the quilt, avoiding the fixing sticks, and carefully placed most of the quilt on Luo Qingjiu's body, hoping that the boss would have a better impression of him.
"Good night, sir~"
She was afraid of touching Luo Qingjiu's wounds when she fell asleep, so she said good night to Luo Qingjiu and lay down next to the bed with a quilt corner.
Maybe she was a little tired today, so Shen Yue fell asleep soon after lying down.
In the darkness, Luo Qingjiu hesitated several times, looking at Shen Yue's sleeping face with dark eyes.
Can she really be trusted again? This chapter has been completed!