In front of the North Gate

The Fan family compound is very large, almost occupying one-third of the area in the small Pingcheng.Therefore, the front yard and the back yard are separated, with their own kitchens.

The ones in the front yard are mainly for the Japanese soldiers who lived there, and they are larger but coarser. The ones in the back yard are for the officers and the "women" they brought back, and they are finer.

The kitchen in the backyard today is different from the past. The strong aroma of rice and vegetables also has a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

Holding the food box, Xiaodong stepped in and greeted Lao Yao, who was in charge of the cooking, and heard him frown and say, "Here we come, quickly serve that poisonous medicine."

The medicine was simmering on the small charcoal stove on the side of the stove, and it was already boiling. Xiaodong walked closer, and could hear the small sound of boiling in the casserole.

He took a rag on one side and poured the medicine in the handle. On the other side, Lao Yao had already covered the stuffed steamed meat and helped him decorate Lou Huaiyu's dinner.

"Don't talk about it," Lao Yao said while putting it aside, "Boss Lou is quite resourceful."

Xiaodong poured the medicine, put down the casserole, and looked up at him: "What's the matter?"

"Isn't this a little girl called... What Lan?" Lao Yao was a bit gossip, and just now he was so embarrassed by the medicine, but now he was happy again, and talked with the little girl with great interest. Dong shared, "I thought Boss Lou's fake wife had finally fallen out of favor. Who would have thought that Mr. Yamaguchi would come here this afternoon, ordering to decoct medicine for him, and to cook some delicious dishes for him alone."

"That person looks good." Xiaodong brought over the well-prepared big-name soup.

The food box has already packed more hearty meals than usual, and there is also a bowl of light longan and glutinous rice balls - which is not common in Pingcheng. The last time the kitchen made it, it was also specially ordered for Lou Huaiyu.

Xiaodong skillfully covered the partition, put the large bowl filled with soup and medicine on the top floor, and sealed it with the lid.

"It's good to look good and have a good life." Lao Yao sighed beside him, "A man is also easy to be a wife."

Lou Huaiyu's small courtyard is very remote, far away from the kitchen, Xiaodong has to go around three or five courtyards and two small gardens to get there.

But Xiaodong didn't dislike this job, because compared to the drudgery of carrying water, laundry and moving things, it was easier to walk slowly with a food box.

He was surprised when he received this job at the beginning. One is that he is just a servant who does rough work, and his hands are clumsy. When entering someone's boudoir, there are three things... Generally, those who are hidden in the golden house will be brought to their own little maid to serve them.

But he later understood that Lou Huaiyu had a special status, and it seemed inappropriate to find a man or a woman to serve him by his side, and he couldn't get a eunuch out temporarily.

Xiaodong still remembers the day when he delivered food for the first time, he was not used to doing it, and he was very nervous because he was afraid that he would lose his head if he couldn't do it well.

My palms were sweaty when I opened the door with my things in hand.

The well-dressed girl moved a chair and sat in the courtyard, turning her head to look at him.

Xiaodong hurriedly said: "Hi Ma'am, I, Xiaodong, will deliver meals and do odd jobs for you in the future."

The girl seemed to be taken aback.

Then Xiaodong's eyes widened, because he heard the beautiful girl say in a boy's clear voice, "Don't call me wife."

After saying that, he turned his head back.

Lou Huaiyu's profile is also good-looking, with a slender neck, full forehead, and smooth and gentle profile lines.

Xiaodong was startled for a moment and didn't move. Seeing Lou Huaiyu's long eyelashes lift up with his movements, he subconsciously followed suit.

It was two sparrows flying out from the trees in the yard.

Maybe it's because such a good-looking person is really rare. Xiaodong still remembers Lou Huaiyu's expression that day.

He felt that what Lao Yao just said was not quite right, because Lou Huaiyu's life didn't seem to be very good either.

Xiaodong opened the door and went in.

Lou Huaiyu came out from the back room and nodded at him: "Here we are."

I don't know why, Lou Huaiyu looks different from usual today, Xiaodong has noticed since the morning, at least Lou Huaiyu won't stand obediently by the side when he put out the food in the past.

And standing still, he took a step forward.

Lou Huaiyu's body was full of makeup in an instant. Xiaodong had never been so close to a woman in his life. Although he knew that the other party was not a "female", he was still a little nervous and stammered: "You, just sit and wait. good."

Lou Huaiyu neither spoke nor retreated.

Xiaodong didn't dare to look at him, and brought out the food on the second floor.

When he was going to get the partition on the third floor, a pair of delicate hands suddenly pressed the back of Xiaodong's hand.

Lou Huaiyu stayed indoors, his palms were much warmer and softer than his, and Xiaodong's goosebumps were about to arise.

"Xiaodong." Lou Huaiyu called softly, "I want to ask you something, is that okay?"

When he left, the lunch box in Xiaodong's hand was still well covered, there was less food in it, but there were more other things.

It was the jewelry that Lou Huaiyu sent him to sell outside.

Lou Huaiyu closed the door again and blocked two stools. Shi Jichang had already walked out, and sat down at the dining table rather unceremoniously.

The dinner is sumptuous, but there is only one pair of bowls and chopsticks.

The two stared at each other for a while, and Lou Huaiyu said, "Why don't I give you medicine first?"

As he spoke, he picked up the medicine bowl on his own, the soup inside was black and thick, and the smell felt bitter.

This is the medicine prescribed by Dr. Hu after lunch.

Lou Huaiyu's bed was not completely made of solid wood. Shi Jichang was hiding behind the bed at that time. Through the finely carved gaps, one could see the old man's unhelpful expression after seeing the wound.

Then he raised his head and looked at Lou Huaiyu carefully, and asked him to stick out his tongue to look, smell and ask.

"Is there any other discomfort?" Dr. Hu asked.

Lou Huaiyu said: "Without it, my hand hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts like being pierced by a bullet."

Doctor Hu: "..."

Shi Jichang saw him sigh inaudibly when he turned around to pick up the pen and paper, as if he was complaining that the person in front of him didn't understand the coldness of the world, was pampered and made a fuss over a molehill.

Lou Huaiyu was indeed making a big fuss. Seeing Dr. Hu started to write the prescription, he couldn't sit still, so he sat up from the bed and pressed on the back of his hand holding the pen.

"Doctor, doctor, it's really, really like a bullet piercing through." Lou Huaiyu said eagerly, and then said, "There will be a different color, black blood."

Dr. Hu glanced at him: "Really?"

He was about to stretch out his hand to have a look again, but Lou Huaiyu hid again, his hand was still on the other person, and he said, "Will you accept it or not!"

Lou Huaiyu and Dr. Hu looked at each other speechlessly, then laughed again.

His hands are too white and too thin, falling on the back of Dr. Hu's rough hands, the contrast is obvious and almost dazzling.

Seeing that this hand was gently pressing the opponent's, Shi Jichang gently rubbed and shoved.

"Really." Lou Huaiyu spoke in an obviously coquettish tone, "It hurts, doctor, can you prescribe me the medicine for the most serious injury?"

Lou Huaiyu held the bottom of the bowl in one hand and stirred it with a spoon in the other, imitating the movements of servants he had seen before, wanting to blow and then feed.

Shi Jichang's eyes fell on that thin white hand involuntarily.

He looked at it for a while, and when Lou Huaiyu finally handed it to him, he said, "I'll drink it myself."

Lou Huaiyu looked at him: "Your hand..."

Shi Jichang said: "The bowl is still holdable."

After all, without using a spoon, he took the bowl and drank it down with the strong smell of medicine.