"Lan Qing?" Hua Xiaogu called softly in a hoarse voice.
The figure behind him stopped what he was doing and turned his head to take a look.
"Are you awake? Don't move..." Tian Lanqing hurriedly walked towards Hua Xiaogu with the wet handkerchief in his hand. His pace seemed to have never been so flustered, and he didn't care whether Hua Xiaogu's bedside was clean or not.
, then sat down: "Are you feeling better? You haven't eaten anything after sleeping all day. Do you want to drink some porridge first?"
Hua Xiaogu looked at the handkerchief that Tian Lanqing had not wrung out for a long time, and suddenly wanted to laugh. Has the eldest young master ever served anyone in person?
"The handkerchief is about to wet the quilt..." Hua Xiaogu blurted out. Although his voice was soft and hoarse, he could still hear the joke in it.
Tian Lanqing quickly put the handkerchief away, holding the handkerchief tightly with her long and strong fingers, but could not open the door. Although the handkerchief could not squeeze out any water, it was still too wet.
After fiddling with it for a long time, Tian Lanqing shook his head helplessly, folded the handkerchief, and put it on Hua Xiaogu's forehead: "I'll go outside first and ask someone to bring the porridge over. You can drink some to relieve your stomach, and then
It’s a delicious medicine.”
Hua Xiaogu nodded, then saw Tian Lanqing gently touching her hair, getting up and going out.
When Tian Lanqing came in again, a group of people from Baitao Yongan Tianlu were following behind her.
Tian Lanqing was holding a tray with a bowl of white porridge and a plate of side dishes. Tian Lu and Baitao followed closely behind Tian Lanqing. Their hands looked very frightened, as if they were afraid that Tian Lanqing was going to put these things away.
The bowl of porridge was beaten. Yongan followed leisurely at the end, picking his nose and laughing.
"The eldest young master is not disabled, so he can't even hold a bowl! Look at the fuss you two are making..."
Baitao turned around and glared at Yongan, while Tianlu was worried.
The eldest young man in his family has really never served a bowl by himself since he was a child. It's hard to say whether he can handle it steadily...
Tian Lanqing successfully placed the tray on the table, and Tianlu and Baitao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Tian Lanqing seemed a little embarrassed, he frowned and shouted in a low voice: "You all go out, I told Xiaogu that I will take care of it."
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Tianlu's face turned green and white. What kind of identity is the young master? He can take care of people!
Baitao bit her lower lip and knelt down on the ground without doing anything else, kowtowing to Tian Lanqing.
"Young Master, this slave is dedicated to taking care of the girl. Now that the girl is sick, it is the slave's fault. If the girl is sick and the slave cannot take care of her, there is no way for her to survive! Please have mercy on me, the eldest master, and let me stay in the house.
Just wait here."
Tian Lanqing sighed softly and stopped talking. Tianlu and Baitao exchanged a look, then pulled Yongan and quietly retreated.
Baitao stood in the corner, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible, wishing he could become a candlestick.
Tian Lanqing held the bowl, scooped out half a spoonful of porridge, blew it gently, and carefully handed it to Hua Xiaogu's lips, looking at her eagerly.
Hua Xiaogu wanted to laugh, but after holding it in for a long time, she finally burst out laughing.
"Lan Qing, I just have a cold. Why do I feel like you are waiting for Yuezi?"
Tian Lanqing glared at Hua Xiaogu helplessly: "Don't talk if your throat is not good, and drink the porridge. It will be cold in a while."
Hua Xiaogu opened her mouth obediently, and was fed porridge by Tian Lanqing like a baby. Apart from almost choking, Hua Xiaogu really enjoyed the feeling of being personally served by the Tian family's eldest son.
