Speaking of this, the little prince also has a resentful look on his face. He is a great man, and there is a quiet in his name.
When he was in school, if he hadn't been of high status, he might have been laughed at.
However, when others make complaints about his "static" character, his heart is not very refreshing. But when he was named, he felt very friendly and even a little happy.
Jiujiu had no sense of inferiority and inferiority. Jiujiu treated the dignitaries in the eyes of others equally, and Jiujiu did not look down on the common people. Instead, this mode of getting along made the little prince more comfortable and more like to get together with Jiujiu.
Although Jiujiu has only five tables a day and won't rob the business of Chunfeng building, Jiujiu has only five tables, which is much more than what they earn all day.
Lin Guangye was like eating a big basket of lemons. It was so sour.
Lin Xiao, though not as sour as Lin Guangye about Jiujiu's practice, felt insulted.
As a cook, naturally, there are no diners who don't want to eat here because they like their craft.
However, Jiujiu's practice directly made all the diners who came to her for dinner turn into those who came to her for dinner because they couldn't go to Jiujiu. It really annoyed her.
That day, Jiujiu finished the last table and cleaned up. She thought that Wang Cuilian said she wanted to eat mung bean cake in the east of the city yesterday. After closing the door, she took some broken silver and went to the east of the city to help Wang Cuilian buy mung bean cake.
Just to the east of the city, Jiujiu was seen by the little Marquis who came out to play.
Like the old Marquis, the little Marquis likes to eat very much. When he sees Jiujiu who can make delicious food, he naturally feels very kind. He introduces Jiujiu to his group of friends, saying that Jiujiu is the person he covers and let them take care of it in the future.
The people around the little Marquis were not as smart as monkeys. They soon patted their chest and said that they would take good care of Jiujiu.
Jiujiu entertained with the little Marquis for a moment and then went back. The sky was dark.
When the little Marquis saw that it was dark, he directly asked his men to send Jiujiu home.
Jiujiu took the cakes that Xiao Hou ye asked someone to buy for her, thanked Xiao Hou Ye's coachman and returned home.
When she got home, Jiujiu first sent the cakes she had bought to Wang Cuilian's house. She was about to wash and sleep when she heard the sound of "bang" and heavy objects falling from high onto the ground.
Jiujiu thought it was the dried meat hanging from the beam that fell off. As soon as she went out, she saw a man in black lying on the ground covered with blood.
Jiujiu looked around. It was quiet and there was no trace of fighting, and there was no blood in the yard. It was not so much the man who ran over by himself as someone who carried the man and threw him directly into her yard.
Jiujiu looked down at the man lying on the ground, raised his feet and kicked his feet on the man.
With Jiujiu kicking, the man's mouth overflowed with a painful groan, but he never woke up.
And with the action of Jiu Jiu kicking, the man shed blood. Obviously, Jiu Jiu kicked the man's wound.
Through the moonlight, Jiujiu clearly saw that the man's face turned pale bit by bit.
Jiujiu looked up at the quiet room, sighed, bent down to pick up the man and walked towards the guest room.
The clothes on men have long been soaked in blood. With the solidification of blood, the clothes are also stiff.
If you want to bandage a man's wound, you can't have this dress.
Jiujiu turned back to the room, took a pair of scissors, cut the man's clothes directly, and then looked at the man's injury by candlelight.
There are two big wounds on the man, the biggest of which is the deep bone.
But fortunately, these two wounds did not hurt the key. The most is to let men suffer.
After making sure that the man's injury would not die, Jiujiu turned to the kitchen and brought hot water for washing. After cleaning the blood on the man with a clean towel, she wrapped the man's wound with her own gold wound medicine and gauze.
With the white, powdered gold wound medicine sprinkled on the man's wound, the man's eyebrows closed up bit by bit, and his face turned pale more quickly.
Wait for Jiujiu to wrap up all the wounds for the man, and a thin cold sweat came out of the man's forehead.
Wrap up the wound for the man. Jiujiu bends down to hold the man to the bed, covers the quilt for him, and turns to decoct medicine outside.
General trauma, even if wrapped up, will basically have a fever on the first day. If boys are injured so seriously, they will have a fever. They must drink antipyretic drugs.
Jiujiu fried the medicine, pinched the man's nose, poured it directly, cleaned up the house, and went out late at night.
Looking at the big and bright full moon, Jiujiu sighed long, cleaned up at will and went back to bed.
Early the next morning, Jiujiu got up, washed, cleaned up the raw materials of the dishes to be cooked today, made her breakfast with Wang Cuilian, and told Wang Cuilian about saving a man last night.
If before, Wang Cuilian knew that Jiujiu had saved a man covered in blood whose origin was unknown, she would definitely let Jiujiu send people to the government.
But now, thinking of Zui chunlou, whose business is getting better and better, and Jiujiu's reputation ruined by Lin Guangye, and even if he is entrusted, no one is willing to introduce Jiujiu.
Even if someone introduces it, you can see that it is not a reliable family.
Therefore, after hearing that Jiujiu said she saved a man, Wang Cuilian had other thoughts.
Since Jiujiu can't get married to a good family, it's better not to get married and find someone to become a burden directly.
The man last night was the first person she looked for.
If the other party is good, consider letting him enter their house. If not, it's not too late to report to the official.
I had no idea that Wang Cuilian's brain circuit was so strange. After eating and leaving the dishes and chopsticks to Wang Cuilian, she went to the guest room with the food prepared for the man.
By the time Jiujiu got to the guest room, the man had woken up.
Because he drank the medicine fried by Jiujiu last night, the man didn't have the same fever as others today.
Although pale, the spirit looks excellent.
Seeing Jiujiu come in, the man's eyes were confused for a moment, then he moved his lips and asked, "excuse me, where is this and who are you?"
Jiu Jiu, "..."
This is, amnesia?