Time passed little by little. From morning to afternoon, Feng Jiuer didn't even have a drop of water in her stomach.
If I had known this, when I returned to the yard in the morning, I should have filled my stomach without saying anything.
Why should she doubt the mute slave, waste so much time, and waste the pile of delicious food that the mute slave cooked for her?
Now think about the roast chicken that the mute slave brought over at that time... Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hungry.
I don’t know how long it took, but the food delivery person finally came, but when Jiuer saw it, it turned out to be sour steamed buns, and he immediately lost his appetite.
"What are you looking at? Do you dislike it? If you dislike it, don't eat it! If you don't eat every day from now on, you won't starve to death!"
The warden's tone was unkind and vicious.
I don't know if this warden has always had this temper or if it was just a special day. Why was he so irritated with her?
Seeing him taking the rice and throwing it into the next cell, his actions were still the same rudeness. Feng Jiuer's eyes glanced at him and suddenly smiled faintly.
"Mr. Warden, do your legs and feet often hurt? Whenever there is wind or rain, it hurts so much that you can't stretch straight?"
The warden paused, then looked back at her with a fierce look on his face: "What do you care about you bitch?"
You're so ugly, and you still want to flirt with him and talk to him? You don't even look in the mirror to see what kind of bird you are!
Feng Jiuer was a little helpless. The most intuitive thing a man thinks about a woman is her appearance.
If you are a beauty, any man will think it is good, but if you are ugly, even if you say nothing, you will think you have bad breath.
She stared at his knees and shrugged: "It should rain tonight, and your legs should be hurting by now."
Before the warden could curse, she said: "I can make your pain disappear temporarily, and the reward is a plump roast chicken."
The warden didn't want to pay attention to her at first, but when he touched his knee, the pain was indeed unbearable.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so irritable today, he was really in pain.
Thinking about it, he frowned with a hint of doubt: "Why do you?"
"I have a folk secret recipe. It only takes half a stick of incense. Do you want to try it?"
The warden still didn't want to believe it, but his legs and feet really hurt...
"If it can't be cured, I will kill you!"
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Half an hour later, Feng Jiuer was sitting on a chair, eating plump roast chicken and drinking the legendary clear spring water. She didn't know how comfortable she felt.
"Miss Jiu, look at my wrist. I don't know why it hurts when it's windy or rainy."
A jailer stood next to Feng Jiu'er, with a flattering smile on his face: "Look, I'm in pain and swollen now, and it's not getting better after taking medicine. Does Miss Jiu have any suitable folk secrets?"
Not only did she really make the warden's legs and feet no longer hurt, but she also cured Ayang's stomach pain, which immediately subsided a lot.
Although the person looks ugly, the technique is really wonderful, simply amazing!
Feng Jiuer glanced at his wrist, swallowed the roast chicken in her mouth, and said, "You have tendonitis."
"Then, can it be cured?" I have never heard of tenosynovitis, but the name seems to be very powerful!
"It can be cured, but..." She leaned over and lowered her voice: "When you hit me at night, can you fake it?"
Then His Royal Highness, if you really want to come, you should have come long ago.
It was already nightfall, and there were less than three hours of ion time left, so Feng Jiuer didn't count on him anymore.
Now, we can only save ourselves.
The jailer was stunned for a moment, and then he understood: "I have no problem with this, as long as you can relieve my pain, but I'm afraid Zhang Dutong will come in person."
