Soft and crispy waist

Xia Zheng was stunned.

Are you angry again?

Unsure why, she could only tell the truth: "There are some in the small kitchen. Seeing the hot weather, I wanted to make some crystal bowl cakes to cool you down. Freshly dug ones taste better, so I took the initiative to dig some."

It was actually to make him a cake.

He hadn't eaten crystal bowl cake for a long time.

Seeing her face flushed from digging under the scorching sun and her body covered in mud, Gu Yizi's inexplicable anger dissipated, and he took out a small white porcelain jar from his sleeve and handed it to her.

Looking at the exquisite little jar, Xia Zheng was confused and asked, "What is this?"

"For scar removal, apply it once in the morning and evening, and the scar will heal in half a month."

Reaching out and touching the wound on her forehead that had already formed a scar, Xia Zheng remembered that the court physician had said that only the palace had medicine that could completely remove scars. She had never thought that this scar could be removed. From childhood to adulthood, she had long been accustomed to letting scars fade on their own, and she had never thought that Gu Yizi would actually get medicine for her from the palace.

For a moment, mist blurred my eyes.

"Thank you, young master." Xia Zheng wiped her hands before carefully taking it.

Seeing her pitiful appearance and thinking of her originally bad life experience, Gu Yizi turned around and said, "Go wash up."

"Yes."

After washing the yam, grinding it into a paste, mixing it with clean water and letting it sit, Xia Zheng returned to her room to rinse. After combing her hair again, she lifted up the loose hair that was covering the scar, scooped a little ointment from the small jar with a small wooden spoon, and gently applied it to the scar.

As soon as I applied it, I felt a slight warmth and tightening sensation, and the effect was immediate.

Looking at the old scars on the inside of my arms that have become dim due to burns and scratches, I no longer have to endure and bear them helplessly like in the past.

After carefully putting the small jar into her belt, Xia Zheng returned to the small kitchen again, rolled up her sleeves, poured out the dried water, scooped out the yam starch deposited at the bottom, placed it on gauze, and used a winnowing basket to turn it over and dry it in the hot sun.

He was so focused on drying the powder as quickly as possible that he didn't notice a pair of eyes in the study falling on him.

Gu Yizi, who was holding the discount book, couldn't read a single word. The sunlight reflected from the bracelet on Xia Zheng's hand happened to flash in his eyes, and when he looked over, the pair of white arms swayed in front of him.

If she hadn't been completely focused on what she was flipping through in her hands, he would have suspected that the girl did it on purpose.

"Master, Young Master Qin left and left a message. He said..." Changfeng didn't dare to say it, but seeing that Gu Yizi just turned around and changed his posture and was unmoved, he still said with a stiff upper lip: "He said that if you make fun of him again, he... he will burn down your Yuliu Garden."

Gu Yizi raised the corner of his mouth in vain and changed the folded paper.

Changfeng understood that this was something he didn't need to worry about. After a moment's thought, he asked again, "Young Master, if you don't go to the garden today, what should I do if the concubine sends someone to invite you again?"

Changfeng felt disappointed when he talked about this. He had thought that he could follow the young master to the garden to have a few days of peace and quiet.

These days, whenever the young master is at home, people from Wei Qingqing's side come to invite him every day.

It was fine a few days ago, the young master went there by himself, but in the past two days, he knew that the young master was unwilling to go.

The same thing happened with the concubine. She relied on the fact that her elder brother had an advantage in the eyes of the emperor, so the young master couldn't refuse her. He refused twice and was scolded. If he hadn't been close to the young master, he would have been beaten with a stick.

This concubine is really arrogant.

"Have Xia Zheng prepare the crystal bowl cake and send it directly to the study."

"Master, I'm talking about the concubine..." At this point, Changfeng suddenly remembered that this courtyard was no longer the Buddhist temple it used to be. He nodded quickly and said, "I understand, I understand."

Changfeng slipped out happily, feeling relieved.

After a busy period, Xia Zheng finally took the bowl of cake out of the steamer when dinner was about to start cooking.

Each one was placed in a crystal clear glass bowl, sprinkled with various jams and flower sauces. She also specially poured a pot of bayberry wine that she had brewed in Fanghuayuan before. It happened to be opened today. She took a sip and the taste was just right.

She carried the food on a tray all the way to the study door. Changfeng had already opened the door for her. She nodded silently in thanks and walked into the room.

Gu Yizi was still sitting behind the desk, his eyes closed and his head leaning against the back of the chair, like a jade sculpture.

Xia Zheng tiptoed to the side table and was about to put the tray down gently when Gu Yizi's sharp eyes suddenly opened, startling her so much that she shuddered all over, and the wine jar and the glass bowl collided with each other, making a tinkling sound.

"This slave did not mean to do that. This slave was just seeing..."

"Bring it here." Gu Yizi interrupted in a deep voice.

After swallowing the rest of her words, Xia Zheng obediently brought the tray to the desk and put it down. She skillfully picked out a bowl of cake with a bamboo stick and handed it to Gu Yizi along with a glass of bayberry wine.

When she met Gu Yizi's calm eyes, she suddenly remembered that her usual behavior in the kitchen seemed a bit provocative in their relationship.

Fearing that he would be displeased and send her away, Xia Zheng wanted to withdraw her hand, but he took the thing from her hand first and ordered as usual: "Write down the recipe for the ice juice you made earlier."

She didn't know why Gu Yizi suddenly wanted the recipe, but she couldn't disobey him now, so she just wrote...

Xia Zheng carefully took a pen from the pen holder, dipped it in ink, took a deep breath, and tried her best to write on the paper.

The more he wrote, the darker Gu Yizi's face became.

"You've never learned calligraphy?"

Xia Zheng shook her head. "I haven't learned it myself. I learned to read from the kitchen steward."

Most of the servants were illiterate. She saved money secretly so that she could understand her mother's cookbook and asked the steward to teach her a few words. However, she could only recognize them, and her writing was just a copycat or a ghost's scribbling.

"Forget it, I'll do it..." Gu Yizi was about to reach for a pen when he caught a glimpse of a shadow. He turned his hand and held Xia Zheng's hand. "I'll teach you."

She shuddered with shock.

Didn't I forbid her from teasing me? Why did I...

"My concubine's family has sent a new cook from the south today, and they would like to invite the young master to dine with them."

As I was thinking about it, I heard a sound outside.

It was Wei Qingqing who sent someone to invite Gu Yizi again.

"The young master is not available to go today, and the kitchen has already prepared dinner. It's a waste of time for Nanny Wang to make this trip." Changfeng answered helplessly, but his tone was filled with joy.

"Isn't the young master in the courtyard? How come he is not..." Nanny Wang said this and wanted to go inside. Changfeng did not stop her, but after only two steps, she saw two overlapping figures reflected on the window.

The shorter one, judging by her stature, was obviously a woman.

At this point, even if Xia Zheng was a fool, she would understand that she was being used as a shield.

"Focus." A deep and rich voice sounded in my ears. It didn't contain any emotion, but it sounded full of tenderness.