Chapter 20 Really Fragrant
Hongdou's going back and forth startled Fu Song: "Sister Hongdou, why are you here again?"
Hong Dou is rude and flicks Fu Song with a brain collapse: "Either call Hong Dou, or call sister, and then call Big Sister Hong Dou to throw you out!"
Fu Song shrinks his neck, almost crying in fright: "Sister Hongdou, why are you here?"
"Is the young master awake?"
"Just woke up." Fusong glanced at the food box in Hongdou's hand, and returned with trepidation.
"Here, our girl made fairy porridge for you son, quickly bring it in and let you drink it while it's hot." Frightened by the red bean's power, Fu Song bit the bullet and brought the porridge in.
"What is this?" The strange smell caught Luo Chen's attention.
He just had a fever, his lips were chapped, but he was still in good spirits.
Fu Song replied: "The red bean sent it is said to be the fairy porridge cooked by the cousin herself, so you can drink it while it is hot."
"Take it out." Luo Chen said with a cold face.
Fusong picked up the tray neatly and walked out.
He knew that the son would not drink it, and the congee cooked by the cousin girl must be more terrible than poison.
Seeing that the servant didn't even try to persuade him, Luo Chen's face darkened and he called out, "Wait a minute."
Fu Song looked at Luo Chen suspiciously.
"Why is it called fairy porridge?"
"The little one doesn't know, that's what Hongdou is called."
Luo Chen glanced at the celadon bowl in Fusong's hand, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Bring me to have a look."
Fu Song was right when he thought about it, he had to take a look at such a strange porridge name.
"Look, son." Fu Song carefully lifted the bowl cover.
A bitter and sour smell hits the nose.
Luo Chen frowned subconsciously, staring at the bowl of white porridge but felt as expected.
Now he believes that Luo Sheng boiled it himself. After all, it smells so bad that ordinary servants can't do it.
Seeing that Luo Chen's face was not good-looking, Fu Song hurriedly said: "Young one, take out the porridge."
Watching Fusong go to carry the tray, Luo Chen stopped the person again, and said with a straight face: "Bring it here and let me have a taste."
Fu Song was heartbroken when he heard that, and hurriedly said: "Hong Dou has already left, don't worry about Miss Biao finding out that you haven't drunk and coming to make trouble. Young master, don't wrong yourself like this."
"I'm afraid she will cause trouble?" Luo Chen raised his eyebrows, his face darkened even more.
"The little one took out the porridge."
"I'll taste how bad it is." Luo Chen saw that the young man was too ignorant, so he couldn't bear it.
Fu Song was stunned for a moment, and handed over the porridge full of bewilderment.
Luo Chen took a sip, and cursed badly, tasted it again, and cursed badly again.
Fu Song kindly reminded: "My lord, if you try again, you will finish your drink—"
"Get out." Luo Chen became angry from embarrassment.
He has never had such a bad porridge, can't he be curious?
Luo Chen, who had lost his fever and sweated all night, slept much more peacefully, and when he opened his eyes, it was dawn.
Old lady Sheng and others came to visit one after another.
Passing Luo Chen's forehead, the old lady Sheng looked relieved: "The fever will be gone, thanks to Dr. Wang this time."
Thinking of easing the relationship between the siblings, the old lady said again: "Chen'er, your sister is also very concerned about your illness this time. Your sister is the one who waited on you to take the antipyretic pills made by Doctor Wang."
Regarding the matter of Luo Sheng going to the street to buy medicine, the eldest lady didn't mention it to the old lady Sheng, after all, it would be disgraceful for her daughter to follow him.
At this time, in the heart of Old Madam Sheng, she already regarded Dr. Wang as half a genius doctor.
It is impossible to be a genius doctor. With Li Fanghai, a genius doctor in the world, no doctor in the world is worthy of this title.
That is really a living **** who can life and death, flesh and bones.
After listening to Old Madam Sheng's words, Luo Chen couldn't help but think of the bad-tasting bowl of fairy porridge last night.
Just thinking about it, Luo Sheng walked in with Hongdou.
Greeted Mrs. Sheng, Luo Sheng looked at Luo Chen a few times, and asked, "Have you had breakfast yet?"
Luo Chen turned his face, and said lightly: "I just took the medicine."
Luo Sheng smiled slightly: "That's just right, I made you a bowl of porridge."
Luo Chen's mouth twitched, and he said coldly, "I don't want to drink."
He drank the bowl of porridge yesterday not to save Luo Sheng, but just out of curiosity.
"Did you not drink what was delivered last night?" Luo Sheng asked.
"Too bad to drink."
Old lady Sheng saw that the atmosphere was a bit tense, coughed and asked, "Sheng'er can still cook porridge?"
"Yes." Luo Sheng answered concisely, and asked casually, "Has grandma had breakfast?"
Old lady Sheng choked for a while.
This question is difficult to answer.
Of course she had eaten breakfast, but the granddaughter managed to stay at home and cook porridge instead of going out to cause trouble. Shouldn't she be encouraged?
After weighing the pros and cons quickly, Mrs. Sheng smiled and said, "I haven't used it yet."
Luo Sheng glanced at the sullen Luo Chen, and bent his lips: "If grandma doesn't dislike it, would you like to try it?"
The corners of Luo Chen's lips trembled.
Old lady Sheng was about to bite the bullet and agree, but the outraged young man said first, "How can I let my grandmother drink the porridge I don't want to drink?"
Old lady Sheng slowed down.
"Bring it here." Luo Chen looked as if he had sacrificed for his grandmother.
Old lady Sheng was so moved that she secretly thought that her grandson was indeed filial, and it was worthwhile for her to be in pain for so many years.
Luo Sheng nodded to Hongdou.
Hongdou quickly took out a bowl of porridge from the food box and handed it to the servant Fusong.
Cold-colored celadon bowl, white porridge floating with porridge oil, diced-sized meat, shredded bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms, pine nuts, etc., intertwined into a mouth-watering faint aroma.
Looking at this bowl of meat porridge, Fu Song couldn't help but widen his eyes.
This is completely different from the bowl of porridge yesterday!
Luo Chen coughed lightly to remind Fusong.
Fu Song came to his senses, and served the porridge in front of Luo Chen.
Luo Chen frowned and took a sip, his expression froze.
Although old lady Sheng is old, she has good teeth. One of her hobbies in life is eating. Based on years of eating experience, she can see at a glance the extraordinaryness hidden under this bowl of ordinary meat porridge. Seeing Luo Chen's expression, she couldn't help it. Asked: "How?"
Luo Chen was brutally poisoned by a bowl of porridge last night, and this morning he drank another bowl of medicine. At this time, his taste buds were washed away by the soft and greasy rice mixed with the smell of meat, and he wished he could let out a long sigh.
It smells so good!
"Barely eat it." After Luo Chen finished talking, he ate the porridge in a gentle manner, but no matter how gentle he was, he couldn't stop taking one mouthful after another, and the small celadon bowl soon bottomed out.
is gone?
Luo Chen looked at the empty bowl in embarrassment.
Was he a demon just now, why did he eat it all without knowing it?
Old lady Sheng looked at the porridge bowl with the bottom scraped clean, and for the first time, she had doubts about her grandson: It wasn't because of filial piety that the grandson stopped her from eating porridge just now, but because the meat porridge was delicious and wanted to eat it alone...
"It seems that the little brother can still eat. Then I will ask Hongdou to bring you porridge at noon." Luo Sheng got up, and did not show a mocking look because Luo Chen ate up the porridge.
If a twelve or thirteen-year-old child is wrong, she certainly doesn't need to hold on to embarrass others.
"No, Fusong will go to the big kitchen to fetch food."
Coughing sounded, Old Madam Sheng smiled and said, "Then let Sheng'er ask Hongdou to deliver a bowl of porridge to Funing Tang at noon. Cough cough, grandma's teeth are not good as she gets older, so it's difficult to eat."
Luo Chen: "..." How could he remember that his grandmother loved eating tendons?
I often find a book friend in the author's background who asks what's wrong with a cup of milk tea. Once I see it, I can't help but order a cup of milk tea. . . . .
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