"Who said I don't know how?" Feng Jiu'er rolled her eyes at Qiao Mu and snorted coldly, "I'm a master at decoction."
How could a master of decoction be unfamiliar with the kitchen when he often works with kitchen stoves?
Although the ancient dining room was indeed a little different from the modern kitchen, and even lighting a fire was particularly troublesome, it was not a problem for her.
However, when Yu Jingfeng and Qiao Mu heard this, they were immediately dumbfounded.
"Miss Jiu'er, you...you mean that you are a master at decoction, so even if you have never cooked, you can still cook well?"
The point is, I haven’t cooked yet!
Feng Jiuer didn't even bother to look at them this time: "So what?"
She is very talented and has a photographic memory of everything. How can a little pasta defeat her?
The most important thing is that she just heard Yu Jingfeng say that Uncle Nine Emperors had basically had nothing in his stomach these past few days, and she felt distressed when she heard that.
Yu Jingfeng wanted to say something, but he saw Feng Jiuer's pale face, covered with sweat, still concentrating on making pasta for the prince.
When he saw it, he felt a little pity, but finally, he stopped talking.
Anyway, the prince doesn't want to eat anything now. Even if it's not cooked well, at most he won't eat it.
Dead horse... Bah! How do you use this to describe the prince?
But, isn’t the current situation like this? It’s really... a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor.
The prince continued to fast, even if the poison was temporarily suppressed, he would not be able to bear it.
Outside, the guard's voice suddenly came: "Miss Leng."
The cold moon is coming!
The three people inside looked at each other, and Feng Jiuer stared at Yu Jingfeng with an unhappy look on his face.
Didn't we agree that no one should come to disturb us for the time being? Everything has to wait until the situation of the Nine Emperors Uncle is really stabilized!
Yu Jingfeng, a mute, ate Coptis chinensis and couldn't vomit out the pain. Most people could be banned from entering, but the old Lord and Leng Yue... were really troublesome.
He winked at Feng Jiuer and immediately turned around and went out.
"What do you mean?" Outside, Leng Yue looked at the guards who stopped her, with an angry look on her face, "What's going on inside? You won't let me in? Get out of the way!"
"Miss Leng, Master Yu has ordered that Doctor Feng is making medicinal food and no one is allowed to disturb him."
The guards are people close to the prince, but Leng Yue is from the Tianzun sect. The guards don't know her identity, they only know that she is the adopted daughter of the master Yu said.
In short, they are also masters, but they still have to listen to Yu Jingfeng.
Seeing Yu Jingfeng come out, Leng Yue said angrily: "Let me in, I want to make dinner for... the young master."
"No, just go back and take care of the young master with me. Doctor Feng wants to make medicinal food for the young master, so don't disturb her."
"Is it this doctor again?" The more Yu Jingfeng kept her from seeing him, the more curious Leng Yue became.
"How can a doctor make delicious meals? Yu Jingfeng, is this how you treat the young master's food? No wonder the young master is unwilling to even take a sip of soup these days."
Yu Jingfeng felt guilty about this, but the previous cook was already the best cook in the palace, but he just couldn't make a meal that the prince would like.
He really couldn't help it.
After seeing Feng Jiuer's craftsmanship tonight, I feel even more unsure.
However, Feng Jiuer didn't want to see outsiders, so he could only shut everyone out.
"The doctor has her own set of skills. Not only does she have to feed the young master, but she also needs to take supplements. Leng Yue, you don't understand these things. If you go in, you will only hinder her."
"I..." Yu Jingfeng's words sound somewhat reasonable, but why can't people see him?
She had always been somewhat defensive about this doctor who was unwilling to even meet him.
"I'm just watching, I won't hinder anyone!" Leng Yue snorted and was about to break in.
Yu Jingfeng stretched out his long arm and stood in front of her: "Leng Yue, tonight is the doctor's medicine to help the young master get better."
"If you go in at this time and delay Doctor Feng's affairs and make the young master's illness relapse, I will not let you go."
"You!" You actually used your adoptive father to suppress her! Doesn't she want the Lord to get better?
It's just that the doctor inside is really hard to trust, so why are you so unwilling to come out and let people see him?
Especially, this doctor’s surname is Feng!
I don’t know why, but Leng Yue especially hates people named Feng recently!
"Leng Yue, you go back and take care of the young master first. I have to go in to help. Say goodbye!"
There was a bang, and the door of the dining room was shut by the frightening wind.
Leng Yue was so angry that she stamped her feet outside, but she finally went back.
As long as the doctor is here, they will naturally have the opportunity to see him. The most important thing at the moment, as Yu Jingfeng said, is the Lord's body.
In the dining room, Feng Jiuer originally planned to make a bowl of noodle soup, but she found that she didn't know how to make noodles.
In the end, the noodle soup was not finished, but two bowls of sticky soup were made.
Yu Jingfeng was disgusted at first sight: "I'm afraid, the prince won't be willing to... touch this thing."
Looking at it, it's really ugly.
Feng Jiuer ignored him, put the soup aside, and untied the gauze on her arm.
"Miss Jiu'er, what are you going to do?" Yu Jingfeng was shocked.
Qiao Mu also stood up, frowning, with a look of disapproval: "You have already done it tonight... If you continue like this, you will fall first!"
However, Feng Jiuer seemed to have already made up her mind and ignored their attempts to stop her.
After the gauze was removed, the wound immediately appeared in front of them.
The wound had not healed at all, and if I pinched it harder, the blood would immediately fall off.
"Hiss." No matter how strong she was, Feng Jiuer couldn't help but frown and hum.
It hurts, it really hurts!
Yu Jingfeng turned away, really couldn't bear it: "Miss Jiu'er, you are like this... If the prince knows, he will be angry."
"So, don't let him know." Feng Jiu'er gritted her teeth, "Otherwise, if Uncle Nine Emperors does anything good or bad, you will be the executioner."
"I..." Yu Jingfeng was speechless, why did this happen to him again?
"Also, let him eat this bowl of soup no matter what, otherwise, I really won't have that much blood."
Feng Jiuer's face was pale, and her little face was wrinkled tightly in pain.
"But, the prince...has really lost his appetite recently." Yu Jingfeng was also very afraid that the prince would waste Miss Jiu'er's blood.
This kind of blood can't be bought with a lot of money. There really isn't much left.
"I'll teach you a way..." Feng Jiuer didn't know what she said to him. She only bandaged the wound again after no fresh blood flowed out.
She took out a bottle of something from the bag she carried with her and poured two drops into the soup. She said, "This medicine can neutralize the smell of blood. Please take it over."
After putting away the medicine bottle, she brought the bowl of soup to Yu Jingfeng.
