The Consort is Sick, We Must Pamper Her

After doing yoga and sweating, Chu Yue feels that her body is really refreshed, especially this body is a bit special. Not only does her sweat not smell like sweat, she actually has a faint fragrance. .

This is really unique.

But the original owner probably doesn't know this, let alone the original owner, even Hupo doesn't know, the original owner has never sweated in this life.

After she had done those weird moves, Hupo quickly poured hot water and rubbed her body: "Miss, don't catch a cold."

"This room is so warm, how can you catch a cold." Chu Yue said indifferently.

Because of the income from work, she didn't worry about it. Charcoal was burning in the house all day, and it was warm and not cold at all.

The afternoon arrived soon, and Chu Yue came to Long'an Temple at the right time.

Because I'm a cook, it's really not difficult for Chu Yue to get in and out of the hill next door.

In fact, this should be the back mountain, and the opposite direction is the right way, but she is a woman who cooks for the monk, so she naturally has to go through the back door.

In the afternoon she made red bean buns filled with red bean paste.

The red bean paste is sweetened with a little bit of sugar, but it is not greasy. After steaming out of the basket, tear the steamed bun into two, you can see the red bean paste filling inside, and it tastes delicious.

Of course, I also cooked a little rice porridge, which can also be eaten with it.

I had already left in the morning, so Chu Yue was naturally delivered in person at noon, but before it was delivered, Yingda tried the poison, and then it was ordered to be delivered.

When Chu Yue came over, the monk was puzzled. He thought the widow would not appear in front of him, but he did not expect to come again.

"Master, it's too cold today, so my concubine made you red bean paste steamed buns with millet porridge. It is simple and fruity. I just don't know if the master likes it or not." Chu Yue removed the steamer. There are four steaming steamed buns and a bowl of millet porridge inside.

The appearance is very good. The monk glanced at her and saw that she was looking forward to it, so he picked up one of the chopsticks and tasted it.

"Not bad." The monk nodded.

This widow’s craftsmanship is indeed good. The red bean steamed buns have the aroma of red beans. They are fragrant and delicious, slightly sweet, but not too tired.

Sure enough, the widow was happy when he heard him praise, and then said sensibly: "Thank you, Master, for your love. Concubine won't disturb the Master's meal. Concubine will go down first."

The monk nodded, she was a sensible widow and not annoying.

Chu Yue came out, and then he came to the kitchen to take the remaining red bean buns and said to the air: "Ying Da, there are three more in the kitchen, I will prepare them for you."

Then I took red bean buns and two bowls of millet porridge and left.

Not long after she left, Yingda appeared. He took all three steamed buns, and then went into hiding.

I ate it without even trying the poison in the dark.

This widow can be satisfied with such an errand, and naturally she won't do that to destroy the Nine Clans, but for the master, she still has to try.

It's the widow, isn't she trying to make the master's son's idea? How could she leave so simply, how can the master's son look at her if she doesn't stay with the master's son?

Ying Da was a bit tangled. In this cold weather, the master must have a warm bed, otherwise he would be really wronged.

Chu Yue went home with red bean buns, and even shared his millet porridge with Hupo.

Hupo can't eat anything except a small bowl of porridge and a steamed bun. The appetite is too small.

When Chu Yue first came, it was not like this. The appetite was not much bigger than that of cats. It's no wonder that the wind would fall.

"Eat more. When your bones recover, I will teach you yoga." Chu Yue continued to eat and said.

As for the two of them, Hupo also did not correct her lady's lack of food and sleep, saying: "Miss, who did you learn from this fisherman?"

"What I saw in a book is a kind of Jiu-Jitsu that tempers the physique." Chu Yue said casually.

I have been exercising since I started, so now I have a lot of appetite, a bowl of millet porridge and two red bean buns before I feel full.

There are two steamed buns left, so let's put it aside and eat it when you get up for a nap

To be healthy, your teeth must be good.

In the evening, Chu Yue came back on time for dinner.

Stir-fried potato strips with shiitake mushrooms, braised chestnuts, and a lucky monkey mushroom.

They were all very common vegetarian dishes, but Chu Yue was sent to the monk, and he watched the monk ate all these dishes and ate four large white steamed buns.

I have to say that this appetite is not small.

But it's no wonder that the monk is such a big man, naturally he didn't inhale the air, and men, the bigger the appetite, the more pleasing.

The monk looked at the widow because he had finished her cooking and steamed buns, smiled contentedly, and felt a little happy for some reason.

"Can charcoal fire be enough?" the monk also asked.

"Thank you for your concern, Master. Since there was a charcoal fire that the master asked someone to send over, the concubine's room is also warm." Chu Yue said with gratitude on his face.

The monk nodded, and Chu Yue packed up his things and said: "Master rests earlier, and my concubine will go back first."

"Yeah." The monk also answered her.

Starting today, all three meals a day were delivered by Chu Yue. At first, the monk was not used to it, but in the next few days, he was also used to it.

The widow was a sensible, never disturbed him. She brought food over, and when he had finished eating, she packed up her things and left. She never said anything else.

He was very touched when she said something about the folks, but the widow left half of the story every time.

Say it's time, don't disturb his practice.

The monk is also waiting for her to come over and talk about some interesting things about the folks. It is inevitable that the practice here is a bit boring. Someone said that it is good to talk about it.

But I waited for a long time and didn't wait.

Ying Daduan came over to eat. It was a vegetarian dish that was prepared and delivered from the monastery in front. After a few bites, the monk had no interest in it, and expressed his displeasure: "Isn't she making it?"

"Master, the widow fell ill today. She was afraid of the infection, so she asked her little maid to come over and ask for leave. There is no way to come today." Yingda said.

Speaking of it, he is a bit disgusted with the food in front of Long'an Temple. Of course, this was after eating the vegetable dishes made by the widow next door.

Before that, although the food at Long'an Temple was average, it was not that unbearable.

The monk suddenly, he said why she didn't come today.

"Can you let the doctor come over and see?" the monk asked.

Most of the eagle was stunned, thinking that the master was so concerned about the widow, but he was not the father-in-law, so he didn't think much, and said, "The subordinates don't know."

The monk probably also remembered that his status was not suitable for asking her about a widow, so he didn't say anything, but the meal is not very good: "Go ahead."