Lin Fengmian glanced at her and entered the yard, "I'm not a talkative woman, but you have to figure out how to deal with this child."
After saying that, he went directly into the small kitchen next to him.
No matter what Bai Linran chooses, he will do his best to protect her.
Bai Lianran followed closely, looked out, and saw that Mo Shaohua had not followed, so she spoke, "I was thinking, wasn't I checking the child's father? Don't tell him, I myself
I'll take care of it."
She was indeed moved by Mo Shaohua, but her rationality was still there. She still needed to confirm whether Mo Shaohua was suitable to be her husband and whether he was qualified to be the father of the child in her belly.
Lin Fengmian filled a bowl of rice and put it in Bai Lanran's hand. He frowned and looked at her, "I know, bring it to the table."
"Don't tell him."
Bai Liran gave an uneasy instruction before carrying the meal and going out.
When Mo Shaohua entered the courtyard, he heard Bai Lin's last words.
Bai Ranran looked up and saw him standing by the courtyard gate, and was startled.
She glared at Mo Shaohua, "Why are you standing there so scary?"
Really, it scared her little heart.
Hate!
Mo Shaohua approached her with a smile, took the rice in her hand, and gently pinched her cheek with his sharp-knuckled fingers, "What can't you tell him? This is me?"
The little girl must have done something wrong to be frightened by him.
Bai Ranran slapped his hand away, pursed her lips, and gave him a mysterious smile, "Yes, I told the master that I will put some poison in your food later, and tell him not to tell you, or he will poison you to death."
Vixen."
Hearing her call him a vixen, Mo Shaohua smiled fondly.
He lowered his head, leaned his lips against Bai Linran's ear, and said with a low smile: "Poison me to death, and Ran'er will be sad."
Listening to his confident words, Bai Yilan felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her fur instantly exploded, and she glared at him fiercely, "Only a ghost is sad."
"What are you doing here? You're not going to eat."
Lin Fengmian came out with two bowls of rice, glanced at the two of them expressionlessly, walked under the grape shelf, put the rice on the table, opened the chicken soup covered with a plate, and two homemade stir-fries.
Bai Liran smelled the aroma of the vegetables and ignored Mo Shaohua. She quickly ran over, sat down at the table, and handed Lin Fengmian a pair of chopsticks.
"Wow, the food smells so good. Master is so amazing and has such good medical skills. He can actually cook the food so well."
Bai Lunran sat down and flashed a rainbow fart at Lin Fengmian.
Lin Fengmian was very pleased and gave her a big chicken drumstick, "Eat it."
After listening to Bai Liran's words, Mo Shaohua lowered his head and looked at the dishes on the table, sat down on Bai Liran's right hand with the bowl in hand, and silently picked up the chopsticks.
Bai Lianran waited for Lin Fengmian to eat before starting to use chopsticks.
She was really hungry, and the dishes made by Lin Fengmian were light and delicious. The medicinal chicken soup was rich in flavor, but not fishy at all, and was particularly delicious.
Mo Shaohua saw another chicken leg in the soup bowl and was about to give it to Bai Lianran. When he stretched out his chopsticks, he met Lin Fengmian's chopsticks.
He pursed his lips, flipped the soup bowl around with his chopsticks, snatched the chicken legs, and put them into Bai Ranran's bowl.
"eat more."
Every time he saw Bai Ranran eating delicious food, he felt a sense of happiness, and his heart seemed to be filled to the brim.
This feeling was something he had never felt before.
Lin Fengmian glanced at the chicken legs in Bai Ranran's bowl, lowered his eyes and continued eating.
If Mo Shaohua's identity was not so complicated, he would be a good man.
It's a pity that he was not just born into an emperor's family.
After having lunch and taking a nap in the morning, Bai Liran felt like he was drifting off again.
She put away the dishes and prepared them for washing, but Lin Fengmian snatched them away.
She sat at the table and yawned. Mo Shaohua was a little worried, "You just fell asleep in the morning, are you sleepy again?"
The little girl was so sleepy. If Lin Fengmian hadn't said that she was fine, he would have really thought that there was something wrong with her.
Bai Ranran quickly shook her head, "No, I'm just tired and want to yawn."
She was afraid that she would fall asleep while sitting, so she quickly talked to Lin Fengmian about her doubts about medical skills.
Lin Fengmian washed the dishes, chatted with her for a while, went into his room, and brought out some medical books for Bai Yiran.
He put the medical book on the table in front of Bai Lanran, staring at the medical skills with complicated eyes, "I compiled this with an old friend. You can read it first, and remember to return it after reading it."
One of him and Chi Yuwei studied medicine, and the other studied poison. Together they studied the solutions to various poisons and co-wrote a book.
The remaining few books were all written by himself later, and most of them were related to drugs.
Sometimes poison is not always used to harm people. If used properly, it can also be a good medicine to save people.
He didn't expect that the little girl who had been missing for so many years could have such great medical skills.
He thought that maybe it was destined somewhere.
Now, he has passed on to her what his mother and he have studied all his life, which can be regarded as letting her inherit her medical skills.
"I will definitely love and protect it like a treasure. After reading it, I will return it to you properly."
Bai Ranran couldn't wait to open one of the books.
The handwriting in the book is beautiful, but there is a faint air of freedom and ease, and it looks like a woman's handwriting.
While Bai Liran was reading, Mo Shaohua went out on horseback, but he didn't say what he was going for.
Bai Lanran didn't ask, and Lin Fengmian didn't say anything either.
The records in the book are very clear. Bai Linran's medical skills are good, her understanding is high, and she can understand the written meaning, but she still needs to practice it.
She sat under the grape trellis and read for a long time, and her hands and feet were numb from the cold.
Looking up at the sky, the sun was already setting, and it was almost time for her to go back.
She stood up and stretched, looking at Lin Fengmian who was tinkering with herbs over there. Just as she was about to say goodbye to him, the sound of horse hooves came from outside the courtyard.
Mo Shaohua got off his horse, walked to Bai Lanran, and held her hand very naturally, "It's so cold, Ran'er, please help me warm my hands."
He rode wildly all the way, and his hands were indeed cold from the cold.
But, why are the little girl's hands colder than his?
Bai Lanran looked at the smile in his eyes, took his hand in hers with her backhand, rubbed both hands for him, put them to her lips and breathed.
She didn't ask Mo Shaohua what he was doing there. It was definitely not for fun.
The cold hand felt warm, and the smile in Mo Shaohua's eyes widened.
He saw that it was getting late, looked at Lin Fengmian who was sorting the herbs, and said: "Master, it's getting late. I took Ran'er back. Don't you want to use my horse? I left the horse alone and went with Ran'er.
Let's ride back together on the same horse."
Lin Fengmian turned around and responded, "Your Highness, walk slowly."
When is he going to use a horse? He wants to ride on a horse with a little girl. He talks about all kinds of nonsense.
Bai Lingran let go of Mo Shaohua's hand, turned around, packed up the books Lin Fengmian had given her, and held her tightly in her arms.