Raise a wolf cub to be a minister

Chapter 45 Chapter 45, Little Heartless

Chapter 45 Chapter 45, Little Heartless
"Don't force it, I can find other cousins ​​together." Nan Jin bit the word cousin again.

"Don't force it, don't force it, I'll go."

"really?"

"Really." Zhao Yuanzhe nodded vigorously, fearing that he would be abandoned by Nan Jin if he was too slow.

"That's all right, I won't look for other cousins." Nan Jin almost suffocated Zhao Yuanzhe to death with the expression that if you really want to go, I will reluctantly take you.

However, he was rushing to go, and he couldn't be jealous, so he could only turn around and walk back to his seat in a depressed mood, and sat down.

Nan Jin also returned to her seat. After sitting down, she dug out the pastry box she brought in the morning from the table, and handed it in Zhao Yuanzhe's direction, "My mother made the wonton cake herself this morning..."

Before Nan Jin finished speaking, Zhao Yuanzhe immediately revived with full blood and came over and took the pastry box away, "It's still Xiao Jin'er who treats me better."

The feeling of boredom disappeared in an instant, and there was only joy left. I couldn't wait to open it and eat it when I got it.

Xu Ziqian didn't refuse, took it and ate it.

The pastries made by Jinghe are indeed so delicious that people will linger on them, but his prince is really so easy to coax, and he is coaxed by a box of pastries.

Seeing Zhao Yuanzhe's delicious food, Nan Jin shook his head helplessly, then turned to look out the window and fell into deep thought.

I'm going to see Zhao Qianhe tomorrow...

……

A government doctor is a must for every powerful family.

When Nan Jin came home from school, she went straight to the pharmacy where the family doctor was, and it was the doctor who was in charge of all kinds of wound medicine.

If the government doctor is not good, he will not give it, but he just turned around and told the hostess, General Zhen Guo's wife, Feng Qingyue, that is, Nan Jin's Niang Jing and Princess.

When Feng Qingyue found Nan Jin, she was looking through everything in her small treasury.

"Ninny, what are you going to do?" Seeing her daughter rummaging through her small treasury, as if she was looking for a gift, Feng Qingyue didn't directly ask about the wound medicine.

"Mother." Nan Jin looked back at Feng Qingyue, first called mother obediently, and then her face was full of distress, "I heard that Xuan'er was injured when I went to school today, and I want to prepare some gifts to see her tomorrow. Cousin is going too, and I'm thinking about what gift to prepare so as not to be suppressed by Cousin Nine."

Zhao Yuanzhe was about the same age as Nan Jin, but a month older, he became a cousin, and in front of the elders, Nan Jin still called Zhao Yuanzhe a cousin.

Nan Jin's words made Feng Qingyue laugh, "How can you compare to your ninth cousin? He is the prince, what does he have? What's more, if you are going to see a patient, you should bring some supplements to eat. These jewelry are not suitable, and there are injuries. Medicine or something, your aunt’s home is better than ours, so there’s no need for that. It’s not the best thing, but it’s kind of heartfelt. Mother has already paid a formal visit today. Just treat it as little sisters visiting, don’t need to be too formal.”

"Mom, you've already been there, why didn't you wait for me to come with you?" Nan Jin grumbled dissatisfiedly.

Feng Qingyue stretched out her hand and pinched Nan Jin's pouty cheeks, "I'm not afraid that you will be disciplined, you are a little heartless and you still blame mother."

Nan Jin immediately put a smile on her face and hugged Feng Qingyue's arm, "I like my mother the most."

Feng Qingyue tapped Nan Jin's nose, "Okay, don't overturn it, mother will make some cakes for you tomorrow morning. Mother also has ginseng that nourishes the body, and I will take it with you, that's all. .”

(End of this chapter)

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