Back in the house, with Chun'er's help, Xu Miao took off her wedding dress and changed into everyday clothes.

Over there, Mrs. Yang had already directed the maids to wash Zhou Jiyuan's face, change his clothes, and make a new bed.

Xu Miao walked to the bedside, bent down and squatted beside it, looking at Zhou Jiyuan lying on the bed in red pajamas with a smile in his eyes: "Don't say it, the young master is really beautiful. This red suits the young master very well."

"Young Master, take a rest. I'll make you something delicious. Can we eat more later?"

Xu Miao thought: It really looks like a little monkey, a skinny little red monkey.

Zhou Jiyuan glared at Xu Miao fiercely: Bad woman, you speak so nicely.

Xu Miao asked someone to serve in the house, and under the guidance of Mrs. Yang, he led Chun'er to the small kitchen not far away.

The Duke's Mansion was naturally well-off, and the small kitchen was piled high with all sorts of ingredients. A stout woman was wielding a kitchen knife on the chopping board in front of the stove, chopping minced meat.

Seeing Xu Miao and Yang Pozi coming in, she quickly stopped what she was doing. She wiped her hands on her apron and saluted quickly: "Oh, new madam, you really came to the kitchen. It's a mess here. If you want to make something, just tell me. I'll bring it to you when it's done."

What if the master really comes to the kitchen? Isn’t it just a matter of giving orders and that’s it?

Mother Yang quickly introduced: "This is Mother Han from the kitchen. She has always been the one serving the young master."

Xu Miao smiled and said to the old woman, "Just go ahead and do your thing. I'll just make something simple for the young master. What are you doing?"

Mrs. Han stood up straight and quickly replied, "I want to make a bowl of minced meat porridge for the young master. He didn't eat much this morning and must be hungry now. Eating some porridge will make his stomach feel better. The young master likes to eat meat, so I want to chop the meat into smaller pieces."

"Okay, go ahead and do your thing. I'll just make a bowl of porridge." Xu Miao said, not caring about the look Han was giving her. She walked to the stove, rolled up her sleeves, picked up the rice, and began to wash it carefully.

Xu Miao washed the rice, and Chun'er cleaned a small casserole, boiled it in water, and handed it to Xu Miao.

Xu Miao put the casserole on the stove to cook, turned around and saw Han Pozi standing aside at a loss, and smiled.

"Mother Han, just go ahead and do your thing. The minced meat porridge needs to be cooked for a little longer. When it's almost done, add some vegetables to make it more fragrant."

"Oh, my new wife, you don't know. The young master is very picky and won't eat vegetables. He can taste even a little green leaf. He has a very picky palate."

Seeing Xu Miao's kindness, Mrs. Han no longer had the reserved attitude she had just had. Although the servants all knew that Xu Miao had come to bring good luck, he was still the one married into the Duke's Mansion.

A few days ago, the lady came to warn the people in their courtyard, saying that anyone who disrespects the new lady should not stay in the Duke's Mansion.

Seeing that Xu Miao really didn't want to make things difficult for her, Mrs. Han continued to stand at the table and chop the meat.

Xu Miao asked Mrs. Yang to go back and take care of the young master, and she and Mrs. Han started busying themselves in the small kitchen.

Xu Miao was chatting with Mrs. Han in the small kitchen while looking at the casserole on the stove. She saw several radishes on the ground, some red, some green, and some white.

I picked up the radish, cut a small piece of each color, washed it and cut it into thin strips, and mixed the red and green colors in a small dish of sweet and sour radish.

After a while, the white porridge in the casserole was ready. Xu Miao took advantage of Han Pozi and Chun'er's inattention and dripped two drops of blood into the porridge. Fortunately, the wound had not healed yet, otherwise he would have to take another bite.

Chun'er came out of the small kitchen with the clay pot and Xu Miao with the small dish of sweet and sour radish. Before leaving, they reminded Mrs. Han to cook the minced meat porridge for a while longer.

Mrs. Han looked at Xu Miao's back and shook her head: It's strange that this young master can eat. The young master hates eating radishes the most!

When I returned to the room, Zhou Jiyuan had just woken up, or to be more precise, woken up by coughing.

His little face was red from coughing. He had just finished coughing and was lying on the bed gasping for breath.

Xu Miao put down the plate and walked to the bedside, gently placed his hand on Zhou Jiyuan's chest, and slowly helped him to breathe.

This poor child couldn't even sleep peacefully. He would wake up coughing in his sleep after a short sleep.

"Are you feeling better, Yuan? Does your chest still hurt? Is it okay for me to call you Yuan? It's a bit strange to call you little master all the time. This time, I'll ask Yuan for his opinion and ask if he agrees with me calling you that. I just want to call you Yuan to be close to me. I also like brave and beautiful little men like Yuan."

Zhou Jiyuan lay on the bed with his eyes closed. Under Xu Miao's gentle touch, he felt that the pain in his chest was not so severe. He heard Xu Miao whispering to him, saying that he should call him Yuan.

Of course, apart from his mother, no woman was so gentle to him. Although Granny Yang and the others were also very nice, they didn't have a voice as sweet and soft as Xu Miao's. This woman's voice was full of fragrance.

Mrs. Yang: I am an old woman, so of course my voice has no fragrance.

Maid: Young Master, if I were to speak to you like this, Madam will surely beat me to death.

Zhou Jiyuan closed his eyes and nodded slightly.

"Oh, Yuan is so cute and brave. Yuan is the most handsome boy I have ever seen." Xu Miao's flattery came out like crazy.

"Yuan, can you get up and eat something? I see that although you coughed this time, our Yuan didn't cough up blood! Yuan is really great. I think Yuan's complexion has improved."

After hearing this, Zhou Jiyuan lay there and smacked his lips hurriedly: There was indeed no taste of blood in his mouth.

I was so busy coughing just now that I didn't notice it.

Zhou Jiyuan opened his eyes and said happily, "It seems there is really no bleeding!"

Xu Miao took advantage of Zhou Jiyuan's cheerfulness and kept praising him, coaxing him to get up and eat.

"Sister said Yuan is the bravest. If you get up and eat something, it will be even better. Sister also has a younger brother named Xiaoman. He is one year older than Yuan, but he is taller than sister. Yuan, eat more and try to grow tall and strong."

Mrs. Yang stood aside and watched Xu Miao coax Zhou Jiyuan, her face smiling like a flower.

There's always a way around something. The young master has been the apple of the eye of the Duke and his wife since he was little, and the Duke's wife has spoiled him like a little donkey, stubborn and stubborn. There's no such thing as being easy to talk to. The new wife can also coax him, saying things that the young master likes to hear.

Also, she would quickly run over to congratulate the new lady. As soon as the new lady entered the room, the young master stopped coughing up blood. It seemed that the new lady was really a lucky person.

Xu Miao took a handkerchief, wiped Zhou Jiyuan's hands, and helped him sit up on the bed.

Zhou Jiyuan started making a fuss again when he saw the white porridge and sweet and sour radish that Xu Miao took out.

"I want meat porridge. I don't want radish. And white porridge has no taste at all. I don't want it. I want meat."

Xu Miao looked at Zhou Jiyuan, who was unhappy and angry, and patiently coaxed him, "Look, you've been coughing for a long time. That's hurting your lungs. That's the place that hurts when you breathe hard. This white radish is the best for nourishing the lungs. The lungs like white foods. Eating radish won't require you to drink bitter medicine."

"Mother Han has made minced meat porridge for you in the kitchen at the back, but you need to eat some white porridge first to warm your stomach. Meat porridge is hard to digest, so just eat a little white porridge first to warm your stomach, and then you can eat the meat later."

Zhou Jiyuan, coaxed and tricked by Xu Miao, drank a small bowl of white porridge and ate several mouthfuls of radish. He only ate the white radish. Although the red and green radishes tasted okay, he just didn't like them. White radish was his bottom line.

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