Yang Ruoqing naturally nodded happily to her godmother's entrustment.

"Okay, I'll give you some advice when I get the chance, but I can't guarantee whether he'll listen to it," Yang Ruoqing said.

…

After a while, Liu Doukou came in with two bowls in his hand.

In a bowl is brown sugar water, for Zichuan Niang.

There is also a bowl of freshly brewed tea for Yang Ruoqing.

"Sister Qing'er, have a sip of tea. I brought this tea from home. It's a local oil tea that my father bought when he went back to Guizhou for business. Try it."

Yang Ruoqing took the tea, sniffed it between her noses, and said with a smile, "Well, it's really different from what we have here. It has a special fragrance."

Liu Doukou said, "Then try it and see if you like the taste."

Yang Ruoqing lowered her head and tasted it twice. Although it had a slightly astringent taste, the soft and mellow feeling lingered on her lips and tongue, making her appetite seem to perk up a bit.

"This tea should be very appetizing, right?" she asked.

Liu Doukou smiled, "Sister Qing'er, my feeling is exactly the same as the first time I drank this tea. That's what I said at the time."

"This tea can help digestion and whet the appetite. Sometimes I have a loss of appetite, but drinking a bowl of this tea will whet my appetite."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Well, good tea, indeed good tea."

The water, soil and climate of one place nurture the tea of ​​that place.

When leaving Lao Mu's house, Yang Ruoqing walked into the yard and heard Liu Doukou's gentle questioning voice coming from the west room behind her. She was asking Zichuan Niang what she wanted to eat at night.

Accompanying the questioning voice was Zichuan Niang's weak but joyful laughter.

Yang Ruoqing looked away and smiled faintly, hoping that God would follow people's wishes, and that Mu Zichuan and Liu Doukou would be destined to become husband and wife.

At night, Yang Ruoqing was sorting out her account books under the lamp. On the white rice paper, she drew a table with a carbon pen and a ruler.

Without modern office software, I had to make tables by myself, then organize all aspects of data from several restaurants in the table, and then create corresponding geometric charts.

In this way, you can have a clear understanding of these aspects and then make targeted adjustments.

Outside the window, the night was very quiet, and the cool breeze of early summer came in through the window. The flowering period of gardenias had not yet passed, and the faint fragrance drifted into the house with the wind, making Yang Ruoqing, who was immersed in sorting out the forms, feel relaxed and refreshed.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly there was a strange movement outside.

Then, the door of the house was tapped.

"Which one?" Yang Ruoqing turned around and asked.

"Pop!"

No one answered, but the door was tapped twice more.

Yang Ruoqing put down the pen in her hand, stood up, walked to the door, and opened the door.

Zhuiyun was half-crouching at the door. The moment she opened the door, it moved, slithering past her legs and entering the house.

"Ouch, what kind of wind is this blowing? It's blowing you here again..."

Yang Ruoqing said in surprise. The moment she turned around, her words stopped abruptly and she sniffed her nose hard.

The smell of blood!

Is Zhuiyun injured?

She quickly held up the candle and came to Zhuiyun. At this moment, Zhuiyun was already lying on the edge of the table, with a pair of front paws curled up.

The smell of blood comes from here.

"Zhuiyun, are you injured? Hurry up and give me your front paw to see."

Yang Ruoqing put the candle aside, reached out and held Zhuiyun's front paw, and then gently straightened it.

The muscles in Zhuiyun's front paws were tense and it was trembling slightly, but it didn't resist.

"I'm dizzy, it's such a long gash!"

When Yang Ruoqing saw clearly the wound on Zhuiyun's left front paw, she took a deep breath.

"How did you do this? The wounds are all rotten!"

She felt distressed and anxious, "Lie down and don't move around. I'll get medicine to treat your wound."

After saying these words, she quickly stood up and entered the inner room.

Zhuiyun then lay down obediently on the ground, his purple pupils following Yang Ruoqing's figure. The arrogant wolf king looked like a child who had done something wrong.

Soon, Yang Ruoqing brought the medicine box and a basin of water over and squatted beside Zhuiyun to treat its wounds.

When Yang Ruoqing saw Zhuiyun injured earlier, her first reaction was that it might have fallen into a hunter's trap and been injured by sharp objects such as knives and arrows.

But after cutting off the blood-stained hair near the wound to reveal the wound, Yang Ruoqing determined that it was a bite from the teeth of another beast.

The wound was deep and ulcerated inside. Yang Ruoqing cleaned it for a while and rinsed it with salt water repeatedly.

There must have been severe pain during the shower, but Zhuiyun just lay there motionless. Apart from his increasingly tight body, there was really no sign of any discomfort in other aspects.

"The concentration is so good." Yang Ruoqing muttered, "But, what kind of powerful opponent can hurt you like this?"

She said to herself, with many speculations running through her mind.

Judging from the degree of ulceration of the wound, it should have been injured three to five days ago.

During this period, Zhuiyun must have wanted to rely on his own self-healing power to resist the past, but found that the wound had worsened, so he had no choice but to go down the mountain to find her for help.

"Okay, I've put some medicine on you. It's best for you not to go anywhere these two days, just stay here and recuperate!"

Yang Ruoqing packed everything up, gently touched Zhuiyun's head, and said softly.

Zhuiyun's purple eyes showed a bit of gratitude.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "There's no need to thank me. From the first day I met you, I just healed you, and that's how we became attached."

Zhuiyun's thick tail lightly swept the ground behind him, which was a response to her words.

Yang Ruoqing laughed again, stood up and said, "There happens to be an uneaten fish in the kitchen. I'll get it for you to replenish your health."

Soon the fish was brought. Zhuiyun struggled to get up but was held down by Yang Ruoqing.

"Don't move your arms, I'll feed you." She said, using chopsticks to pick up the fish and put it in front of it. It tilted its head and opened its mouth to bite the fish, and started eating it in big mouthfuls. After a while,

It was completely wiped out by the wind and the remaining clouds.

"After eating, take a good sleep. Your injuries need to be recovered in sleep."

Yang Ruoqing warned again and put another bowl of water beside it. When she saw Zhuiyun lying there with her eyelids slowly closing, she got up and returned to the inner room.

Before going to bed, Yang Ruoqing was still thinking in her mind, who did Zhuiyun fight with and get injured like this?

It is the majestic wolf king in Mianniu Mountain. Not to mention its own combat power, it followed Tang Yazi to the southwest battlefield.

It still has a pack of wolves under its control and has its own gang of wolf brothers. How could it be so injured?

Then, I thought about what delicious food to make for Zhuiyun tomorrow to help him replenish his health.

When Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes in the morning, the first thing she did was to come next door to watch Zhuiyun.

Where is Chaiyun? Except for a few hairs as white as snow left where it lay down last night to prove that it has been there, there is nothing else.

I've called all over the front and back yards but it's not there.
Chapter completed!