The little girl from a farm family has a big wish to make a fortune by farming and picking mushrooms

Rufeng took some medicinal herbs and an empty bowl of chicken soup to the restaurant.

The front hall was busy, and when he saw that the young lady from the Zhou family was not there, he went to the backyard.

When I passed by the dishwasher, I asked the dishwasher and found out that the person was in the house.

He came to the door and cleared his throat, "Miss Zhou, I'm Rufeng, and my master asked me to bring you a few things."

Zhou Mingshu was reading a book in the room to kill time. When he heard Rufeng's voice, he quickly got up from the bed.

"Master Rufeng, how is Master Qi? Is he feeling better?"

Zhou Mingshu was surprised and happy, and ran out with a limp.

What she was more concerned about was Lord Qi's injury.

"Master, he has woken up this morning and looks fine. Master is concerned about your health and arranged for me to bring you some medicinal herbs. I also brought the soup bowl."

"Okay, thank Master Qi for me, and tell him... just tell him to let me know what he wants to eat. Although my feet are inconvenient, they don't hinder my hands, so I can make anything delicious."

"Okay, I will definitely bring it."

After Rufeng had dealt with the matter, he turned and left.

In his opinion, his master was injured in order to save Zhou Mingshu, and he was very concerned about it.

If this little girl doesn't care about the adult's injuries, he will definitely be unhappy and will make her suffer no matter what.

But I didn't expect that she still had a conscience.

Seeing that she was concerned about the adults' injuries, he felt a little relieved.

That’s right, the master saved her life after all.

Rufeng came back to report and repeated what Zhou Mingshu had said.

Qi Rui chuckled twice, which made Rufeng very puzzled.

"Then make whatever tastes good. You can make all the dishes you've made before."

"Master, you must not do this."

"Why?"

"The military doctor told you to avoid eating anything with a strong flavor, or something that's too hot, too cold, or too oily, as it's not good for your wound to heal."

"Is that so? Then let Mingshu make the arrangements himself. Anyway, cook whatever tastes good."

"Order."

What everyone else can see, Rufeng can naturally see.

The master has always praised Zhou Mingshu's cooking.

It is very likely that the purpose of saving Zhou Mingshu was to keep having food.

Now the master is lying in bed and can't move. How can the wound heal without eating something good? !

So not only did he have no objection, he was very supportive.

After Zhou Mingshu received the news, he felt much better.

As long as she could do something for the adults, her guilt would be reduced.

It happened that many flowers had bloomed in the flower garden at home, so Zhou Mingshu asked his eldest sister to pick some fresh flowers and send them over along with the Phalaenopsis and Zephyranthes orchids that she grew in her room.

She plans to send the potted plants over in the next two days.

It just so happened that Lord Qi had fallen and was injured and had nothing to do.

Putting a few more potted plants in the tent will make you feel better looking at the bright flowers.

Zhou Mingshu had already made chicken soup in the morning, so he thought about making some pork ribs soup in the evening.

If you are injured, you should not eat anything that is too oily or greasy, nor anything that is too spicy or salty.

There aren't many dishes to choose from.

When it was almost time for dinner, Zhou Mingzhi came over with a lunch box.

This time Qi Rui met Zhou Mingzhi in person, and he was really flattered.

Qi Rui didn't say anything. He asked about Old Mrs. Zhou's health and Zhou Mingshu's health. Seeing that Zhou Mingzhi was not in a good mood, he let him go back.

In addition to the pork rib soup, Rufeng also brought several other dishes and placed them on the table for Qi Rui to enjoy.

"How is the situation at the mines and barracks today?"

"Everything is normal. When the young master gets ruthless, he has the demeanor of a great general."

The two looked at each other, with smiles on their faces.

"Then I'm relieved. Let Qi Xu do his job well."

"Find me a few more books. I've finished reading all the books I brought back before, and I'm reading many of them for the second time."

There was a pile of books next to Qi Rui's bed, all of which had been read.

"I'll go get a few more."

Rufeng took the pile of books away and replaced them with a few new ones.

The master is knowledgeable and reads quickly, and the books in the tent are definitely not enough for him to read.

On weekdays he was busy leading his troops in training and attending to official duties, and he didn't have much time to read.

This injury gave him plenty of time to read.

After Rufeng served Qi Rui dinner, he lay down and continued reading.

These were all books he had read before. Although he would gain a different understanding by reading them again, they still lacked some novelty.

He had no other good way to distract himself from the pain.

As soon as it got dark, he turned off the lights and tried to fall asleep.

the next day.

Zhou Mingshu's foot has mostly recovered, and with the help of modern medicine, it is no longer so swollen.

Although it was a little painful when she walked, she could still bear it.

Today she made fish head and tofu soup.

She pulled out the donkey cart, loaded the things she wanted to deliver onto it, and then drove over.

Old Mrs. Zhou saw it but didn't stop it.

If it can reduce the guilt in my granddaughter's heart, then go ahead.

In the past, Dazhi would delay housework, since he didn't need to use his feet to drive the donkey cart anyway.

When they arrived at the place, Zhou Mingshu asked the soldiers to help her carry her things.

These things were gifts for the general, so naturally they carried them.

Qi Rui thought the person who brought the meal was Zhou Mingzhi. He was reading a book and didn't even raise his head, and just asked someone to put the meal on the table.

It wasn't until he smelled a sweet floral scent that he looked up.

At a glance, I saw Zhou Mingshu tending to the vase.

"Ming Shu?...Ah...hiss..."

Qi Rui excitedly sat up from the bed, grimacing in pain from his wound.

"Hey, sir, please lie down quickly. Why are you so excited? Is it because this flower is too beautiful?"

Zhou Mingshu hurriedly helped the man lie down, and then placed the gardenia closer.

"What kind of flower is this? Why does it smell so good?"

"Sir, this is a gardenia. It just bloomed in the flowerbed. I asked my sister to cut some buds and send them over. They will bloom after a little nurturing."

"And these two pots, do you like them?"

Qi Rui had never seen such beautiful flowers before, even more beautiful than the gardenia in front of him.

Zhou Mingshu carried a pot of flowers in one arm, just like a gardener, which made him smile.

"It looks good, it looks good. Put it down quickly, the flowerpot is still there."

"Do not worry about it."

"Why did you come here in person today? I thought you were still your brother. Is your foot injury healed?"

"Yeah, it's fine. The injury wasn't serious to begin with, so it will heal quickly. Let's not talk about this for now. Today I'm making fish head and tofu soup. The fish was just caught from the river this morning, the tofu was bought in town this morning, and the shallots were just plucked from the field. They're very fresh. Come and try it."

The bowl of fish soup was boiled into a thick white color with a layer of emerald green onions floating on top. It looked delicious.

Qi Rui was very happy at the sight.

"You're so thoughtful. You even brought a bowl. Let's drink together."

"No, no, there's still some at home. I'll drink it when I get back."

After Zhou Mingshu refused, he took out a booklet from his arms, which contained the maintenance methods of Phalaenopsis and Zephyranthes.

Qi Rui flipped through it and thought it was neither troublesome nor simple, but it was also a little difficult for a rough man like him.