Chang’an Small Restaurant

    Shen Shaoguang visited Princess Fuhui, and within two days, he found that he was also ill, with a heavy head, stuffy nose, chills, sore throat, cough, fatigue, and a typical cold.

    Shen Shaoguang has never been ill since he left the palace. For this reason, she still insisted on a tour of Tongrenfang Restaurant - the first phase of the crab competition in the two stores closed one after the other, and there were many diners joining in the fun. As the owner of the restaurant, Shen Shaoguang was not good to show his face.

    She asked Ah Yuan to sew a mask for herself with several layers of silk cloth.

    A-Yuan's needlework is rough, but it is very fast, and she sewed two pieces in a quarter of an hour: "The little lady wears it instead!"

    Looking at the mask that looked round but had corners, square and arc, and was sewn with large needles and small threads, Shen Shaoguang finally understood why A Yuan always praised himself for his good sewing.

    Fortunately, functional products don't have to be so particular, Shen Shaoguang covered his nose and mouth and let A Yuan help to tie the belt.

    Seeing her like this, Yu San frowned, "You shouldn't go out like this, right?"

    Shen Shaoguang was so weak that he didn't bother to argue with him, so he smiled silly: "Let's go, I won't get off the line with minor injuries."

    Yu San didn't know what "fire line" was, but he understood what she meant, looked at her with disgust, went into the kitchen and filled her with a pot of licorice soup that had just been boiled, "with , hurry up!"

    Shen Shaoguang walked to the door, Yu San stopped her again, and said unbearably, "Can you get that thing off your face?"

    A Yuan, who was following behind Shen Shaoguang, turned around and gave Yu San a fierce look.

    Shen Shaoguang laughed and left.

    Just like this, she wore the love mask of her maid to disperse her virtues for a long time. When she came back, Shen Shaoguang felt really unwilling to move.

    A Yuan waited for her, washed her hands, cleaned her face, helped her take off her coat, and loosened her hair, and Shen Shaoguang tucked herself into the bed.

    "Little lady sleeps for a while. Yu Saburo just saw you come back, so he soaked the medicine, boiled it for a while, and drank it, and the body can relax more."

    Shen Shaoguang nodded.

    "What should the little lady eat in the evening? Let them make it for you in advance." A Yuan asked again.

    Looking at her chubby face, listening to these almost soft words, and comparing the usual rough voice, Shen Shaoguang felt that this child probably gave himself the tenderness of more than ten years.

    Shen Shaoguang thought for a while, "Drink some pear porridge, put less sugar, don't be too sweet."

    A Yuan agreed and went out.

    Shen Shaoguang fell into a drowsy sleep. I didn't know how long I had slept. When I opened my eyes, there was a man sitting on the drum stool beside the bed in a trance, "Is the medicine ready?"

    "Boiled and cold, you eat first, and then take medicine after eating."

    Shen Shaoguang was taken aback, it was Lin Shaoyin.

    It was getting dark, the room was dark, and there was no light.

    Hearing the voice, A Yuan walked in, "Is the little lady better? Let's eat porridge first?"

    "Light a light to come in first." Shen Shaoguang said.

    Shen Shaoguang cleared his throat and smiled at Lin Yan: "It's okay, it's just a little cold."

    Lin Yan grabbed her hand and Shen Shaoguang subconsciously gave it a try.

     "Don't move." Lin Yan said softly. Put her hand on the edge of the bed, and lightly press her fingers on her wrist.

    A Yuan came into the candlestick, saw the pulse, and stood quietly by the side.

    After a while, Shen Shaoguang smiled and said, "Are you okay?"

    He took her hand to the other side, and looked at the complexion and tongue coating by the light, Lin Yancai said, "The heat is stagnant in the Feishu, and the wind and cold are outside, I'm afraid it is also related to fatigue, isn't it? It's just an external cold."

    A Yuan said: "Lang Zhong also said the same. Lin Langjun, when will our little lady be well?"

    "There will always be a few days. Watch her these days, don't let her run around."

    "Good!"

    Shen Shaoguang on the bed: "…"

    "Is it cold? You have a low fever." Lin Yan asked her warmly.

    Shen Shaoguang touched his head with his hand.

    Lin Yan pursed his lips, when he got sick, everyone is stupid, can he try himself? With her hair down, her face became smaller and weaker. Although she knew that she was smart and strong, seeing her like this, Lin Yan still felt that she was weak and pitiful.

    Looking at it, Shen Shaoguang smiled. She was sitting up straight, but now she tucked the pillow behind her back, changed it to half-reclining, and pulled the quilt up.

    "Cold?"

    Shen Shaoguang nodded tenderly.

    "Drink some water?"

    Shen Shaoguang nodded again.

    Lin Yan poured half a cup of water from the pot on the table next to him, rinsed the cup, took it out and splashed it, then poured another half and handed it to her.

    When Shen Shaoguang took the cup, he thought, what would happen if I took the opportunity to hold his hand, or just jumped out of bed and hugged him? How about throwing him at the risk of sprinkling water on the quilt? Well, he has skill, it doesn't seem to be so easy to pounce - unless it's half-assistance, will he be half-assaulted, or will he justly blame me for being broken by the eldest princess? In fact, it was the eldest princess who broke me, and I was not a good person...

    How could Lin Yan know that she was full of filthy thoughts, but she just felt that her illness was a lot better.

     took the cup from her hand, "I often moisten my throat like this, it will get better sooner."

    Shen Shaoguang missed all the opportunities, so he had to tease in his heart, it turns out that Lin Shaoyin is also a hot water party.

    A Yuan came in with the food box, and brought out a bowl of thickly boiled Sydney rice porridge, with a little candied sweet-scented osmanthus marinated on it, and a few other side dishes.

    A Yuan filled a bowl of porridge and handed it to Shen Shaoguang, Shen Shaoguang tasted it, it was delicious, and the third princess's ability to cook porridge was getting better and better, "Lin Langjun didn't eat evening food. Don't you? Have a bowl too?" As soon as he finished speaking, he said again, "Forget it, don't drink it."

    A Yuan stopped her hand to serve Lin Yan porridge and looked at her little lady.

    Shen Shaoguang smiled and said, "Go and do your thing."

    No matter how ignorant A Yuan was, she knew that the little lady and Lang Jun had some words that were not suitable for others to listen to, so she left obediently.

    Lin Yan moved the side dish to her side, Shen Shaoguang shook his head and only drank porridge.

    Drink two sips, raised his eyes and smiled, "Do you know why we don't give you porridge?"

    Lin Yan looked at her puzzled.

    "I don't want to divide 'pears'." Shen Shaoguang smiled, finished speaking, and then scooped up the porridge to eat.

    Lin Yan couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth. After a while, he said, "It's just that you plan to forget me in the rivers and lakes."

    Shen Shaoguang looked at him with the porridge in his mouth, slowly chewed the pear in his mouth, swallowed it, and put on a smirk on the corner of his mouth, "If you want to forget each other in the rivers and lakes, you must first" 'That's good."

    Lin Yan was startled, Shen Shaoguang laughed.

    Lin Yan's ears were a little hot, and he pursed his lips: "Little girl's home—"

    Shen Shaoguang was afraid of him, so he simply put down the bowl, leaned on the pillow and laughed.

    Lin Yan couldn't hold back, and laughed too, my ah...

    The author has something to say:

    Moisturize each other: Fish spit moistens each other.

    You know the filth of Ashes.

    ——

    Lin Yan felt that he would never be able to face this word again.

    Shen Shaoguang: Does Lang Jun think this word has a special sense of picture? Otherwise, why are you blushing?