After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Si Jiu was also very tired, and his eyes narrowed with fatigue when he listened to Wen Baizhi talking.

Wen Baizhi stopped teasing him, stood up and said, "Zijin, take a rest first. I'll go to the kitchen to heat up the porridge and then come back for you."

In fact, Si Jiu’s desire for food is getting lower and lower.

It can even be said that there is basically no.

But he didn't want to make Wen Baizhi worry, so he didn't say anything and lay obediently in the quilt waiting for her to come back.

When Wen Baizhi went to the kitchen with the bowl of porridge, she happened to see Cuizhi there.

Cuizhi is really a very good girl.

She knows everything and is willing to learn everything.

Now most of Wen Baizhi’s stores in Kyoto are managed by Cuizhi.

Although Cuizhi said at the beginning that she didn't know how to manage it, she gradually got the hang of it and is now doing very well.

When Wen Baizhi arrived, Cuizhi took the bowl of porridge from her naturally as soon as she saw her: "Do you want it to be heated up again?"

Wen Baizhi nodded: "I haven't even told you why I'm here yet, do you know why I'm here?"

Cuizhi opened the lid of the pot and heated the porridge over water: "I have been with you for such a long time, so I naturally know you very well. Even if you don't say it, I will know what you are thinking."

As soon as Cuizhi said this, Wen Baizhi was a little at a loss.

Just as she had worried before, Cuizhi and Wen Baizhi grew up together and should be the person who knew Wen Baizhi best.

But now Wen Baizhi has become a different person on the inside.

Does Cuizhi know it or not?

There were only the master and servant in the kitchen at this time, and for the first time, Wen Baizhi wanted to confess to Cuizhi.

She cleared her throat: "Cuizhi, there is something I want to tell you."

Cuizhi looked at her and said, "Miss, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly."

Wen Baizhi didn't know where to start for a moment: "I just want to ask you, do you feel that I am a little different now than before?"

Cuizhi was obviously stunned.

She didn't expect that Wen Baizhi would ask this question.

But she quickly reacted and said, "Miss is of course different from before."

Wen Baizhi subconsciously held her breath and became nervous.

However, Cuizhi's next words were: "After all, the young lady is now married and is different from the girl in the boudoir when she was in the Wen Mansion."

It turns out that the difference she was talking about was this.

Wen Baizhi knew that if she didn't continue talking about this topic today, she wouldn't know when she would be able to explain it next time.

"The difference I'm talking about is not this difference, it's, it's..." Wen Baizhi was a little at a loss for words.

Cuizhi suddenly stepped forward and held her hand: "Miss, I know what you want to say. I grew up with you and I am inseparable from you. I know you are a good person, so no matter what happens or who asks me, I will always say that you are my Miss."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Baizhi knew.

Cuizhi must have known long ago that she was not the real Wen Baizhi.

But she won't tell this secret to anyone.

She will always treat the current Wen Baizhi as her lady.

But once the conversation started, Wen Baizhi couldn't hide her other words anymore.

"Why didn't you ask me?"

Cuizhi had already let go of her hand: "I don't dare to ask, and I don't know how to start. I also don't know if the result of asking will be hard for me to accept, but, but I know that you are a good person, Miss. Now that you have said this, can I ask again, will the former Miss come back?"

When Cuizhi asked this question, she paused several times and her tone was particularly unconfident.

Wen Baizhi just shook her head weakly: "I'm sorry, I don't know either, I don't know."

Almost a year later, Cuizhi finally got the answer she wanted and didn't want.

"Okay, it's okay, thank you miss, thank you for telling me." Cuizhi turned around to get the hot porridge.

But she was distracted at the moment and got burned without noticing.

Wen Baizhi hurriedly pulled her hand over to check: "Did you get burned? Rinse it under cold water."

Cuizhi looked at the face of the person in front of her.

That's how people are.

When you don't get a definite answer, you can still deceive yourself.

But once you know the answer, it's hard to fool yourself.

It will take time to let go.

Cuizhi pulled her hand back: "It's okay, Miss. I can handle it myself. The porridge is ready. You can take it to the governor to eat."

Wen Baizhi understood Cuizhi's dilemma at the moment, so she took out the porridge with a wet towel.

"Then I'll go over first. You can come to me if you have anything. I will tell you everything you want to know."

Cuizhi avoided her gaze and said, "I understand, Miss. Go ahead and do your work."

Wen Baizhi looked at her a few more times and left.

After Wen Baizhi left, Cuizhi sat alone on the stone steps at the kitchen door in a daze.

The index finger on my right hand that was scalded earlier had not been treated and is now red.

When Ping'an passed by, he saw her sitting here, and naturally noticed her absent-minded expression at the moment. When he was about to go up to her and ask her what happened, he was called away by a young eunuch.

"Brother Ping, a memorial has arrived at the mansion. You need to pick it up and deliver it to the governor."

Ping'an had no choice but to look at Cuizhi. He took several steps forward and finally followed the little eunuch.

After Ping'an left, Rong Heng, who came to the kitchen to prepare medicinal food, saw Cuizhi again.

As a doctor, he naturally noticed the burn on Cuizhi's index finger at once.

When he approached, the burn ointment had already been taken out.

As soon as Cuizhi saw him coming, she quickly stood up.

"Doctor Rong."

Rong Heng's first action was to hand her the burn ointment: "Just apply it three times a day."

Cuizhi looked puzzled.

Rong Heng pointed at her finger again: "Here, you got burned."

Cuizhi smiled embarrassedly and said, "It's just a small wound. I'm sorry to trouble Doctor Rong to take care of it."

Rong Heng said seriously: "As long as you are injured, you still need to get treatment in time, no matter whether it is big or small. If you delay the treatment of a small injury, it will turn into a big one."

Cuizhi nodded: "Doctor Rong is right. When I caught a cold a few times before, it was you who prescribed medicine for me. It was the same this time. Thank you so much."

Rong Heng: "It's just a small matter, not worth mentioning."

Of course he didn't know that those little things he thought of as little things slowly accumulated and accumulated, and finally became the sweetness and memories in Cuizhi's deepest heart.

"I also need to develop some medicinal foods. Can you help me?" Although Rong Heng is good at medicine, he is not good at cooking after all.

Cuizhi would naturally agree: "Of course, it would be great if I could help you."

The two went to the kitchen together.

When Wen Baizhi returned, she saw that Si Jiu, who had been lying on the bed, had stood up and sat at the desk.

There are still many folders on the desk.

As soon as the steaming hot porridge reached Si Jiu, he instinctively wanted to vomit.

He is still anorexic.