Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

Xiaoxiao didn't think that the queen was just using this little trick to make such a big show, but knowing what would happen in the future, she could only take one step at a time. In the end, she saw that the smart apprentice and hard-working coolie she had finally found was implicated. That was Absolutely impossible.

Scanning the precious ingredients in the kitchen again, Xiaoxiao smiled and narrowed her eyes.

Mosquito legs are also meat. With so many points delivered to your door, don’t waste them.

"By the way, my good disciple, has Master not taught you how to make banquet dishes?"

Furong's eyebrows twitched. That's not true. As soon as she handed over a few snacks and left a few recipes, this little master disappeared without a trace. It took her a long time to find out that this person actually went to the border. .

Not to mention the banquet dishes, they were home-cooked dishes, and the master didn't care about her, okay?

But looking at the carefully bandaged wound on her wrist, Fleur curled her lips and swallowed her words.

Before starting to cook, Xiaoxiao asked people to take her sign to the Imperial Hospital to ask for the imperial doctor. The palace officials did not feel embarrassed about this matter and obeyed the instructions honestly. Xiaoxiao quickly prepared the ingredients that would be used later. After all the pretreatment was done, the "imperial doctor" invited by the palace officials also arrived.

What a coincidence, they are acquaintances.

"Doctor Gongsun, how could it be you?"

Gongsun Zhongjing, who is more mature and looks much more stable than before, is holding the medicine box: "I just happened to be here to discuss the next batch of patent medicines. I heard that you wanted to invite the imperial doctor, so I came over."

His tone was calm, but his eyes quickly swept across Xiaoxiao's face, neck, wrists and palms: "Where is it injured?"

Xiaoxiao pulled Furong over: "It's not me, it's her. I just cleaned her wound briefly and used some conventional wound medicine. Doctor Gongsun, please give her a closer look."

Furong obediently stretched out her hand and let Gongsun Zhongjing inspect it, answering all questions, but her eyes couldn't help but switch back and forth between him and Xiaoxiao.

Xiaoxiao's treatment of the injury was approved by Gongsun Zhongjing, and there was no need to apply any more medicine. He told Furong some simple precautions, such as not touching the water, not working hard, and not even holding chopsticks with this hand for a short period of time. Otherwise, let alone cooking, even daily life will be affected in the future.

It was about her future. Furong listened carefully, but her attention couldn't help but drift in Xiaoxiao's direction.

She was sautéing the soup, deftly skimming off the foam and excess oil, and asked without looking back, "Have you eaten, Doctor Gongsun?"

Furong turned her attention back to the doctor who had little to say except explaining the care precautions.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Not yet."

Xiaoxiao quickly filled up a large bowl of broth: "Want to eat noodles or steamed dumplings?"

The corners of Gongsun Zhongjing's mouth curved even further: "Are there any shrimp dumplings?"

Xiaoxiao laughed: "Doctor Gongsun's preferences are as good as ever."

"Do you have anything else to do later? If not, just sit here for a while. You can get out of the cage with just a stick of incense."

Furong's eyes widened - is it so natural for Master and Divine Doctor Gongsun to get along?

The ingredients used by the Queen for the banquet are naturally top-notch, but to be on the safe side, the food Xiaoxiao prepares for Gongsun Zhongjing is quietly taken out from the space. No matter whether it is fresh or nutritious, it is definitely not inferior to the food in the Queen's kitchen. Any of the same.

Gongsun Zhongjing didn't look at anything else at all. He just sat at the door of the kitchen, basking in the sun with his eyes closed and meditating until Xiaoxiao said: "Okay."

The crystal-clear shrimp dumplings are placed on a porcelain white plate, next to a small plate of freshly prepared dipping sauce.

Gongsun Zhongjing, like Rong Yan, doesn't like food with a strong and unpleasant smell, so the dipping sauce is Xiaoxiao's special seafood vinegar. Gongsun Zhongjing narrowed his eyes with satisfaction after taking the first bite.

Xiaoxiao didn't even look back. The chopping board and kitchen knife made a constant sound: "How does it taste?"

Gongsun Zhongjing swallowed the shrimp dumplings in his mouth: "It's delicious as always."

Xiaoxiao shook her head happily: "That's not true."

Furong couldn't control her eyes and turned back and forth between the two of them. She now had a bold idea in her mind, but she didn't dare to say it.

After eating the shrimp dumplings, Gongsun Zhongjing took out a small cloth bag from his medicine box, and then waited for Xiaoxiao to finish his work and then turned around and said naturally: "I made a little thing for you."

Xiaoxiao, whose attention was attracted, put the lid on the pot: "What?"

Gongsun Zhongjing unfolded the cloth bag and pointed to several silver needles inside: "Medicine needles used to test medicine."

"Ordinary silver needles can only detect poisons, and there are not many poisons that can be detected. This set can detect almost everything that is bad for the body."

As a princess now, she had to deal with all kinds of people on a regular basis, so she had to be more careful in everything. He thought about it, and after several attempts, he made a set of silver needles for self-defense.

"Just tell me when you're done, and I'll change the needle for you."

As for how complicated the silver needle was to make and how rare the materials used were, he said nothing.

Xiaoxiao took the things curiously, thanked her sincerely, then put the small cloth bag away without any hesitation and continued cooking.

This is the first time that Furong has such a trace of contempt for her master - is this too insensitive?

Who would have nothing to do and give such a thoughtful gift to an unrelated person? And he still carries it with him! In order to give it to Master at any time?

God, what kind of divine love is this!

Just as I was thinking this, I heard Xiaoxiao mutter: "I wonder if someone can send this to little brother Ayan. He should be going to court soon."

Furong's heart skipped a beat and she went to see Gongsun Zhongjing again, but the latter looked calm: "He should come to pick you up."

Xiaoxiao nodded: "Yes, then I will keep him warm."

Furong couldn't stand it any longer, so when Gongsun Zhongjing stood up to say goodbye, she offered to see him off. When she was about to reach the entrance of the hospital, she finally couldn't hold back and spoke: "Gongsun Divine Doctor, do you... like my master?"

Gongsun Zhongjing paused, his expression seemed to be thinking.

After a while, he said to Fleur: "There is no need to let her know."

When Furong went back, she sighed long and short, but before she could finish her sigh, she was shocked to find——

"Master, have you processed all the ingredients?"

Xiaoxiao lied without making a draft: "Maybe the palace people did it before they left."

Of course not, she made this while Furong was away to give her space. The ingredients were processed in batches, which was fast and trouble-free.

She is not stupid. She has done the entire kitchen work by herself. Does she still need her hands tonight?

Furong didn't believe those people had such good intentions, but the facts were before her eyes, and she couldn't help but not believe it, so she could only mutter and prepare to roll up her sleeves.

As soon as she raised her hand halfway, she was glared at by Xiaoxiao: "Dare you try to move?"

Furong was very confused: "But Master, there are so many dishes... Huang... they are clearly making things difficult for you."

Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows: "Do you think I'm afraid?"