Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

Ji Wuchen held the bowl, and Xia Lang hastily scooped two spoonfuls of porridge into his mouth, saying that he couldn't drink it anymore.

What Ji Wuchen didn't expect was that not long after Xia Lang lay down, the fever on his face that had stopped just now suddenly started to flare up again, and it was even more severe than before.

"What's going on here?" Ji Wuchen touched Xia Lang's hot forehead, anxiously: "Didn't the fever go down just now?"

Now that Xia Lang was in a situation, he was helpless, so he could only open Xia Lang's robe a little to cool him down.

Xia Lang's whole body was burning red, his eyes were closed tightly, his teeth were clenched tightly, his snow-white skin had already taken on a light pink layer due to the heat, and the young man's slightly milky voice was suppressed to the extreme, but still A few gasps escaped from the corner of his mouth.

"Master..." Alan felt very uncomfortable.

"I'm here," Ji Wuchen wiped off the sweat from Xia Lang's forehead bit by bit with distress: "The elder will be here soon, please bear with it."

He regretted his decision a little bit. When did Sharan suffer from such a serious illness?Didn't you still get angry with yourself when you caught a cold?

It must be because of the poor treatment in the dining hall. When Xia Lang gets better this time, Ji Wuchen thinks it is better not to let him eat with those outer disciples.

"Master." While Ji Wuchen was still fighting with Xia Lang for clothes, Elder Ji came over with a medicine box.

"You're here," Ji Wuchen saw Elder Ji coming, he pushed away Xia Lang's hand, and got up to greet him: "My disciple suddenly has a high fever, please trouble Elder."

The moment Ji Wuchen let go of Xia Lang's hand, Xia Lang gathered his clothes subconsciously.

Ji Wuchen saw his movement, and wanted to pull him away again, but hesitated for a while, and finally did not move.

His disciple's clothes were disheveled, his face was flushed, and he was panting slightly... He didn't want others to see it.

Elder Ji came over and felt Xia Lang's pulse.

"This... did you eat something wrong?" Elder Ji's first reaction was the same as Ji Wuchen: "Looking at the symptoms, it seems to be ringworm?"

"I thought so too," Ji Wuchen frowned, "but I don't know what it is."

"What did he eat yesterday?" Elder Ji rolled Xia Lang's eyelids and asked.

"I don't know, he ate in the disciple's dining hall." Ji Wuchen replied, "I'll send a disciple to ask about the dining hall."

"No need," Elder Ji said categorically, "It can't be the dining hall."

He sent his disciples to check the food in the canteen every day, and it was impossible for such a situation to happen.

"But, if it wasn't for the dining hall..." Xia Lang was not too greedy, and he had never been down the mountain, so it was unlikely that he ate something wrong outside.

"Think about it again." Elder Ji looked at Xia Lang: "In his situation, if I can't find the wrong thing to eat, I wouldn't dare to prescribe medicine rashly."

Ji Wuchen didn't know what Xia Lang ate yesterday, so he was helpless now.

Seeing Ji Wuchen's bewildered look, Elder Ji changed his questioning method again: "Then headmaster, when did this child start to have a fever?" It might be helpful to explain the symptoms clearly.

"It seems to be today," Ji Wuchen said, "It seems that there was nothing unusual yesterday."

He told Elder Ji about his symptoms in detail: "...he just got better, but after I fed him a few sips of porridge and he rested, he seemed to have some relapses."

"What about the porridge?" Elder Ji caught the point right away: "Is it still there? Bring it here for me to see."

Ji Wuchen said: "This porridge is also made in the canteen, and the disciples just brought it in the morning, so there shouldn't be any problem."

"No matter what, it's always right to give me a look." Elder Ji said.

Ji Wuchen brought the porridge on the table to Elder Ji as he said, and Elder Ji scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it on his nose to smell it.

"This is... Bijou rice?" Elder Ji was a little unsure, so he dipped his finger on it and tasted it: "Yes."

"Big stem rice?" Ji Wuchen didn't have any research on food, but he just heard the name.

"Green rice, a good nourishing product. It has slender grains and is slightly green. It is delicious when cooked into porridge. It is a rare delicacy." Elder Ji put down the bowl: "It seems that the dining hall is very attentive to you, the head. From soaking the rice to cooking it into porridge, it takes at least an hour without people, stirring it all the time, if you are not careful, the bottom will be sticky and you can't eat it."

Ji Wuchen's expression was slightly cold: "I never ordered them to do this."

"I know," Elder Ji knew that with Ji Wuchen's personality, it was impossible for him to ask for special treatment from the dining hall. It can be regarded as a rare taste, it must be the extra care that the dining room has for you," Elder Ji said, "Although this green rice is good, some people can't get used to the musky smell in it. It's one of them."

He looked at Xia Lang's symptoms again, and found that they were very consistent: "Your apprentice, it's probably because of the rice problem."

Ji Wuchen was still a little uncertain: "But, A-Lang already had a fever before I fed him porridge."

"It may be that he went to steal your porridge." Elder Ji has many apprentices, and he has never seen any kind of monsters and goblins: "It may also be that someone "respects" you as an apprentice." Lang's symptoms were exactly the same: "For the specific situation, you can recruit a dining hall disciple to ask about it."

Ji Wuchen's expression turned completely cold, and Elder Ji, who was familiar with him, knew that he was angry.

One of the most disgusting things about Ji Wuchen is that his disciples bring the habit of flattery and flattery to the Shangqing School. Elder Ji sighed, he is in charge of the dining hall, if Ji Wuchen asks At that time, he was still here, not in his early years, and not in his early days, so he might as well resign first.

"Now that I know the reason, I'll go first." Elder Ji left a prescription and gave Xia Lang a few more needles: "Your apprentice looks serious, but it's actually not a serious problem. Don't let him touch him again." Bijou rice, just drink some medicine and rest for a few days."

"Okay, please trouble elder." Ji Wuchen was indeed angry, and even talking to Elder Ji couldn't help being a bit cold.

What he was angry with was not the flattering canteen, but Sharon.

Xia Lang has only been out for a few months, and he has learned so many bad habits!Even the disciple's offering was accepted!

He sent the disciples from the dining hall to meet him, then turned to look at Xia Lang who was still lying on the bed, but his expression was not as good as before.

Shuzi cannot be taught!When did he miss Sharan's stuff?If Xia Lang wants, as long as he asks, don't mention any green rice, he will give him more expensive things, why bother with those people who are smoky?

This child, the good ones don't learn, but the bad ones learn quickly!

The disciple who was in charge of the dining hall heard the summons from the master, and rushed over in a panic.

"I have seen the master."

"Do you know Bijou rice?"

"Big stem rice?" The disciple was at a loss, "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Ji Wuchen snorted coldly: "You don't know what the meal you sent to the Shangqing Hall was made of this morning?"

The disciple hurriedly yelled for injustice: "The disciple really doesn't know!"

"Then where did you get the ingredients for today's porridge?" Ji Wuchen definitely didn't believe that the green rice would be put together with the usual ingredients, so he reached out and poured a bowl of porridge on the ground: "Look for yourself ,What's this?"

A bowl of porridge was thrown directly at the disciple, who was so frightened that the disciple immediately knelt down.

"Disciple... I really don't know!" He didn't care about the porridge that was scattered all over the ground, and knelt down directly: "The ingredients for this porridge... are... brought by the elder brother!!"

"Still sophistry!" Ji Wuchen was really angry this time, did this disciple know that Xia Lang was unconscious, so he poured dirty water on Xia Lang?

"It's true!" The disciple hurriedly kowtowed: "Your senior brother cooks your daily meals, we...we really don't know anything!"

The flame of anger in Ji Wuchen's heart was suddenly extinguished by a basin of cold water: "What did you say?"

"Yes...it's the senior brother..." The disciple saw the headmaster's angry look for the first time, and kowtowed in fright: "Your meals for the past few months have been made by the senior brother himself with the ingredients, it's true His hand, we...we don't know what the ingredients are!"

He was afraid that Ji Wuchen would blame him: "You can ask the senior brother! The senior brother goes to an hour earlier than us every morning and prepares your breakfast before leaving! Then please ask us to bring it to you! But I don’t know where Elder Brother went today... We didn’t see him when we had breakfast..."

He closed his eyes and waited for the headmaster to question him, thinking that he was going to die.

What answered him was the sound of the porcelain bowl breaking.

There was a long silence.

The disciple's cold sweat was bigger than a grain of rice, leaving drop by drop.

He lowered his head, not daring to look forward.

After a while, he heard the person in front of him say, "Forget it, let's go."

As if he had received an amnesty, the disciple scrambled out of the hall without daring to look back.

The sound of the porcelain bowl shattering did not bring Ji Wuchen back to his senses.

Alan specially cooks his daily meals for him?

What have you all done?

"Master, today's breakfast..."

"Take it down, I'm reading a book."

"Master, today's dinner..."

"Take it, I don't want to use it today."

"Master..."

"Take it down."

He already had bigu in the first place, and he didn't have any requirements for his appetite. He ate it for so many years, just to accompany Xia Lang.

"Take it down."

Moreover, he felt uncomfortable when he saw a meal for one person, and he had no appetite at all.

"Take it down."

Ji Wuchen could only think of himself coldly saying that he took down the lunch box, and he tried hard to recall the dishes of the lunch box every day, but found that he couldn't remember.

How long has he been in a "cold war" with Xia Lang, and how long has he been given "one person food".

And he, just the number of times he opened the lid, is counted on the fingers...

Is every meal that he neglects as precious as the green rice porridge that needs to be stirred non-stop?

No, what is more precious is the sincerity of the person who cooks.

What right does he have to suspect that Xia Ran has grown up and started to alienate him?What qualifications do you have to think that you are a good master?How ridiculous is it to suspect that Sharon has become more sophisticated?Do you think he took a "bribe" from the dining room?

Sharon holds his sincerity in front of him day by day, but he speculates on him with the most mundane thoughts.

He is not worthy to be Sharon's master.

Finally, Ji Wuchen's eyes fixed on the cold porridge on the ground, and Xia Lang's appearance when he was feeding Xia Lang's porridge appeared in front of his eyes.

"Master, is this porridge delicious?"

"Master, do you think the recent meal suits your appetite?"

"Master, you don't need to feed me, I can just drink it myself."

The master's voice in one voice is in stark contrast to Ji Wuchen's "take it down" in one sentence.

He returned to the apse with a few steps, staring blankly at Xia Ran with his eyes closed, and gently patted his head.

you are a good boy...

It is Master who wrongly blamed you.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched Xia Ran's forehead, Xia Ran's eyes opened.

"Master... Zun?" Xia Lang forced his eyelids to droop, looked at him hard, and smiled: "You came to see me."

This time, he saw the admiration and cowardice in Xia Lang's eyes, and he had never seen such a cautious expression in front of Xia Lang before.

Sharon... started to be afraid of him?

He stayed there in a daze, without any response.

Xia Lang didn't have much energy in the first place, seeing Ji Wuchen ignore him, his eyelids stretched for a while, and finally drooped heavily.

"Sure enough... I'm still dreaming." Sharon's tone was a bit frustrated.

"I knew that Master must not like me..."

Ji Wuchen opened his mouth to say that he didn't, but in the end he didn't speak.

He wanted to say that he didn't mean it at all.

He has always been a man of few words. When he asked Xia Ran to eat in the dining hall, he only briefly mentioned it. He never thought that Xia Ran would think so much.

He pulled the quilt for Xia Ran, and continued to listen to Xia Ran talking to himself.

"Master, don't hate me, okay..."

"I, I won't be naughty anymore..."

Ji Wuchen stood by the bed and bent over to look at Xia Lang, there were too many emotions in his eyes, some of which he didn't even know what it was.

"Master didn't hate you."

"Master, I will always eat with you from now on."