"Ahem..." Qiao Mu really didn't mean it. She accidentally caught sight of the Ninth Prince looking so serious, and she really choked herself this time.
"Sorry!" She took out her handkerchief, covered her lips, turned around and coughed lightly.
Sure enough, the Ninth Prince just likes this, there is nothing he can do about it!
In order to serve a woman well, the God of War Prince actually promised to learn to peel shrimps.
How good would Feng Jiuer's life be? She is the only one who has the willpower.
Even Feng Jiuer didn't expect Uncle Nine Emperors to respond like this. She pursed her lips, feeling a little sweet in her heart, and ignored Qiao Mu.
Facing Zhan Qingcheng's gaze, Feng Jiuer was speechless at what she said.
"Here it comes, the hot water is here."
As soon as Little Cherry's voice came over, Xing Zizhou took a basin of water and walked into the side room.
"Here we come." Little Cherry looked at Feng Jiu'er and Zhan Qingcheng with a smile, "The Ninth Prince is different. He will go through fire and water for Jiu'er!"
Feng Jiuer stood up and pulled a chair over.
Xing Zizhou placed the basin in his hand on the chair next to Feng Jiuer.
The store owner didn't know what was going on and hurriedly followed him.
Watching Feng Jiuer clean Zhan Qingcheng's hands, he took a deep breath and took a few steps closer.
"Ninth Prince, what, what's wrong?"
The well-behaved Ninth Prince came to his shop to have a meal. Something unexpected happened, and the shop owner was not nervous at all.
"It's okay, he just pricked his hand when peeling shrimps." Little Cherry said softly.
"Stabbed?" The store owner became even more nervous now, "Little one, I will prepare medicine and ointment immediately, little one..."
"It's okay. Jiu'er is here, so there won't be any problem." Little Cherry looked at the store owner and waved her hand, "Go and do the work. Jiu'er is here, so it's okay."
Not seeing any expression from Lord Nine, the store owner looked at Feng Jiu'er and did not dare to speak or leave.
Feng Jiuer held Zhan Qingcheng's hands in her warm hands, took out a bottle from her sleeves, and poured some potion into the water.
Putting the bottle on the table aside, she picked up the wet silk scarf and carefully washed Zhan Qingcheng's injured finger.
"Disinfect it, it's okay. Just don't let this happen again in the future."
She sighed lightly, took out a square scarf, and stuffed it into Zhan Qingcheng's palm.
"Wipe it up yourself."
Without saying a word, she stood up holding the basin.
"Store, take it away. It's a small matter and it won't hurt."
"Okay, okay." The shopkeeper hurriedly went over and took the basin, "If you need anything, just ask Miss Jiuer. I...I'll stay outside."
"It's okay, you go down and do your work. If anything happens, we'll go down and look for you." Feng Jiuer waved her hand.
When she looked away from the store owner, she was caught by a bit of red.
Feng Jiuer took a closer look and realized that Mu Mu, who was sitting on her left hand side, had also pricked his finger.
Mu Mu squeezed his injured finger and wiped it with a square towel as if nothing had happened.
Perhaps he felt Feng Jiu'er looking at him, so he raised his eyes and glanced.
Feng Jiu'er's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she raised her eyes to look at the store owner leaving.
"Another basin of hot water, General Mu is also injured."
Ninth Prince was injured, General Mu was also injured? When the shop owner turned around, his body was very stiff.
"Just prepare a basin of hot water, there's no need to worry." After saying a few words, Feng Jiuer sat down.
"Yes." The shopkeeper nodded and hurriedly left the side room.
Feng Jiuer sat down, took the scarf from Mu Mu's hand, and grabbed his stabbed finger.
"How many?"
"One." Mu Mu responded softly.
"On purpose?" Feng Jiuer frowned, her voice a little low.
"Yeah." Mu Mu nodded.
Feng Jiuer stopped what she was doing and looked at the man in front of her for a moment.
She just asked casually, but she didn't expect him to say "yes".
"Mu Mu, did you prick your finger on purpose?" Little Cherry, who had just sat down for a while, frowned and asked.
I don't know since when, Xiaoyingying has put away her admiration for Mu Mu.
Now, everyone is like friends and family, there is nothing wrong with that.
Mu Mu met Feng Jiuer's gaze with a calm expression and ignored Xiaoying's words.
"Why?" Feng Jiuer asked in a deep voice after being slightly stunned.
"It doesn't hurt." Mu Mu took back his palm in Feng Jiu'er's hand, picked up the shrimps in his bowl, and put them into Feng Jiu'er's bowl.
"Eat it, don't bother!"
"Is this hurt?" Zhan Qingcheng put down the handkerchief and glanced at Mu Mu.
"Pretend!" Mu Mu raised his eyebrows, holding the bowl and picking up chopsticks to eat, "Jiu'er, eat, the food is cold."
What do you think is wrong with the situation of these two brothers?
Not to mention Qiao Mu, Xing Zizhou and Xiao Yingtao couldn't understand it, and even Feng Jiuer couldn't understand it.
The three of them looked at Mu Mu, then at Zhan Qingcheng, and finally their eyes fell on Feng Jiuer.
Does Mu Mu's "pretend" mean that Prince Jiu pretends to be in pain to make Jiu'er feel distressed?
Ninth Prince, are you pretending to be in pain? If Mu Mu is right, is there really nothing wrong with you?
Feng Jiu'er clearly felt that the breath of the person on her right was much colder. She was stunned for a moment, and when she was about to say something, she heard footsteps coming from outside.
"Miss Jiu'er, water is here."
The storekeeper didn't know what was going on inside, so he hurriedly walked in with water in hand.
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit depressing, he said nothing more after he came to Feng Jiu'er.
Feng Jiuer stood up, took the basin, and waved her hand.
"Go down, you have nothing to do here."
"Yes, Miss Jiu'er." The shopkeeper nodded, no one dared to look at him, and left with his head lowered.
Feng Jiuer put the basin aside, took out the medicine bottle again, and poured a little medicine into the water.
"It doesn't matter whether it hurts or not, it needs to be disinfected. Don't waste my medicine."
Mu Mu looked back, put down his chopsticks, and put his injured hand in the basin to soak.
"Hurry up and eat and go back to rest, the dark circles are coming out."
Feng Jiuer nodded and sat down again.
Just when I was thinking about how to deal with the "unjustly accused" person on my right, I didn't expect that the cold breath of a certain man seemed to have softened for a while.
When Feng Jiuer turned her head, a bowl of prepared food was handed to her.
She met Zhan Qingcheng's gaze and frowned slightly.
Feng Jiuer raised her crescent eyebrows slightly and took the dish he gave her.
She thought Uncle Nine Emperors cared so much for her and gave her food, but it turned out that he was concerned about how he had served Mu Mu just now.
Can't these two brothers sit down and have a meal together?
One was childish and the other was stingy, but since she had eaten the shrimp they peeled, she didn't want to worry about it.
Feng Jiuer looked back at Mu Mu and said softly: "Okay, just take a dip and it will be fine. My medicine is good and it will definitely not leave any scars."
"But please don't do such stupid things in the future."
