As soon as they stepped outside, a knife-like cold wind blew over them, causing everyone to shiver. Yueyao noticed that Xiang Wei’s face looked a bit pale and forced a bitter smile. She really was careless, no, to be precise, she had never truly been concerned about Xiang Wei; otherwise, she would have noticed sothing was wrong long ago.
Seeing Yueyao’s expression, Xiang Wei knew what she was thinking: "Miss, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry about . If you were to frown and worry every day, life would feel unbearable for ." It wasn’t just hard on her, it would be hard on everyone around her as well.
Yueyao said, "I’ll let it slide this ti, but you mustn’t hide anything from in the future. If you had told your true health condition earlier, you would have recovered long ago and wouldn’t have suffered all these years." Xiang Wei feared the cold in winter and the heat in sumr, which was also due to her poor health.
Xiang Wei felt a bit depressed: "If I had known you knew a renowned doctor, I wouldn’t have hidden it from you. Miss, you still haven’t told , how did you know this Doctor Li was a famous physician?" After all, the Imperial Physician couldn’t treat her, yet he did, so his dical skills must be exceptional. Hmm, just that his temperant is quite eccentric.
Yueyao laughed and said, "Would you believe if I said I dreamt it?"
Xiang Wei had a faint smile at the corner of her mouth: "I believe you." Anyway, the young lady often dreams, and strangely enough, every dream of hers always cos true. There have been several such instances, so how could she not believe them?
Yueyao noticed that Xiang Wei didn’t seem to take the previous matter to heart at all, and for so reason, she felt a bit sad inside. She wondered what Xiang Wei had experienced before that gave her such strong resilience.
Xiang Wei curiously asked, "That Doctor Li initially said he couldn’t treat it, so why did he change his mind later? What trick did you use, Miss?"
Yueyao smiled slightly: "I gave him a dical book as a thank-you gift."
Xiang Wei gleaned quite a bit of knowledge from Yueyao: "Is it a unique copy?"
Yueyao nodded: "It’s Sun Simiao’s ’Thousand Golden Prescriptions,’ the complete version." Although it was useless to them, it was a treasure to Doctor Li.
Xiang Wei laughed: "I never thought the young lady would even collect dical books."
To say, acquiring this book was really unexpected; it was obtained while in Haikou. According to Yueyao’s guess, the book was probably a gift prepared by so officials. Unfortunately, it ended up being a bargain for her.
Worried that Yueyao would start talking about her matters again, Xiang Wei quickly said: "Didn’t Doctor Li say it might help if you made a al for Mingzhu? Miss, you should go to the Niu Mansion, and I’ll go get the dicinal herbs." Although she wasn’t one to lant over ti, who would want to delay and suffer another day if they could get well sooner.
Seeing Xiang Wei’s eager attitude, Yueyao nodded slightly: "You go get them first, and if there are any missing, we’ll think of another way."
The two went their separate ways, with Xiang Wei going to acquire dicinal herbs and Yueyao heading to the Niu Mansion.
Seeing Mingzhu looking so emaciated, and recalling Doctor Li’s words, Yueyao thought it was worth trying. If it worked, that would be excellent; if not, it didn’t matter.
Upon reaching the kitchen, Yueyao realized that although she had learned to make a few pastries, she was utterly clueless when it ca to cooking. She couldn’t even light a fire, and her attempt at boiling noodles was a disaster.
Xi Yu suggested, "Miss, why not make porridge? It’s the simplest dish."
Yueyao agreed, thinking making porridge was simple. However, what seed simple turned out not to be; she overcooked it, the water evaporated, and it all stuck together in lumps. Yueyao couldn’t help but laugh at the porridge she had made.
Xi Yu softly said, "Miss, maybe this isn’t suitable for Miss Mingzhu to eat!"
Of course, Yueyao wasn’t going to give this to Mingzhu, even if Mingzhu wanted to eat it, she worried it would give Mingzhu a stomachache.
The second ti, Yueyao carefully watched, and finally managed to cook a relatively normal porridge. She took a blue porcelain bowl, scooped so in, and served it to Mingzhu: "This is the first porridge I’ve ever cooked; no matter what, at least have a couple of bites." Although it couldn’t compare to what the Kitchen Maid cooked, it wasn’t a glutinous ss this ti and looked passable.
Mingzhu, so hungry that her voice was particularly quiet, said: "Alright, I will finish it." Mingzhu swallowed her disgust and finished the bowl of porridge.
Yueyao quickly said: "Don’t you like listening to stories? I’ll tell you one, it’s my own creation, and I guarantee you’ll like it." Yueyao was doing this to divert Mingzhu’s attention.
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