C110 Capriciousness

Zuo Linyi nodded and pointed towards the back. "Go and light the fire."

Song Qingyu looked at him suspiciously and walked unwillingly to the back.

It wasn't that Song Qingyu hadn't lit a fire before, but when he saw how confident Zuo Lanyi was, he felt that it was rather strange.

Song Qingyu kept counting the time until around the time it took for an incense stick to burn. She immediately ran out to take a look. She did not believe that Zuo Linyi really knew how to cook. Cooking skills were also another skill. Song Qingyu had been in a hurry in his previous life, so he didn't have a good grasp of it. Therefore, he could only do what he was good at.

Knowing that Zuo Linyi could not complete the mission, she raised her voice and asked, "Time's up, where's the food?"

As he spoke, his mouth was stuffed with delicacies.

Zuo Linyi looked indifferent. He held a plate in one hand and chopsticks in the other as he gave Song Qingyu a mouthful of food.

Song Qingyu's eyes widened in disbelief. He looked around curiously, but didn't see anyone else. There was admiration in his eyes. "What did you do? "It smells so good."

Song Qing and Yu had a lot to ask.

She had to admit that Zuo Linyi's cooking skills were just too good.

Zuo Linyi's slightly angry mood improved a moment ago. Seeing her happy, he felt a lot more at ease.

"Casserole, glutinous rice prawns, and steamed buns!" Song Qingyu's eyes widened as he noticed the two dishes placed beside Zuo Linyi, a seafood dish and a beef dish. It looks like the food is all over the place.

"You want to eat it?"

Song Qingyu could not help but nod his head and shake his head. He walked around him and prepared to close the plate. As a guest, how could she first appreciate his rewards? "I should hurry and bring it up. It's the beginning of spring, so the temperature dropped very quickly."

As Song Qing Yu spoke, the clothes at his waist were pulled back.

"It was specifically made to compensate you."

Zuo Linyi said and began to peel the shrimp for Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu's eyes widened. This was definitely the most gentle time for him to see Zuo Linyi. As a result, Song Qingyu started to suspect if he was hallucinating or dreaming.

Song Qingyu hurriedly made his move.

Song Qingyu decided not to say anything bad about Zuo Linyi.

"I find that sometimes, you are also pretty good." Song Qingyu could not help but praise Zuo Linyi.

His culinary skills especially made Song Qingyu look at him in a new light.

Zuo Linyi paused for a moment as he felt joy in his heart. He raised his eyes and sized up Song Qingyu, who was shrivelling the prawns with a muffled voice. She was quiet and serene, but her bright eyes revealed a hint of happiness. Zuo Linyi suddenly probed, "Prince Yu doesn't know how to cook."

Song Qingyu's eyes curved into a frown as he was directly bought by Zuo Linyi's three dishes. He was extremely serious as he replied, "He really doesn't know how to." And it's hard to serve. "

In the past, Zuo Linyu had often had a bad temper. He would knock over all the fruit plates that were sent over.

Zuo Linyi paused slightly. Song Qingyu seemed to be extremely familiar with Zuo Linyu.

What was the point of serving him?

Zuo Linyi's expression suddenly changed. With a wave of his hand, he threw the three dishes on the table onto the ground.

"Hello." Song Qingyu was astonished. Why was there someone who was so fickle and thought that they could be friends? Yet, in the end … It was a pity for the three dishes. Maybe Murong Ling likes it.

Song Qingyu decided that he would have time to go back and learn culinary arts.

It was unlikely that Zuo Linyi would treat him so capriciously.

Zuo Linyi did not utter a single word as he brushed past Song Qingyu and pulled open the door. Mu Quan and A'Nan leaned on the door and pushed it open, causing the two to fall inside.

Song Qingyu's hands were swift as he caught her in an instant.

"Nannan, how is it?"

Nannan let out a breath of relief as she was just frightened. On the other hand, Mu Quan fell to the ground in a sorry state with an awkward expression.

"Tell them to prepare the meal." Zuo Linyi spoke with a serious tone, his voice was cold as he slowly walked out.

Mu Quan was slightly startled.

Was Master angry?

Mu Quan realized that the situation was bad, and immediately stood up, giving Song Qingyu an unfathomable look, then hurriedly followed behind Zuo Linyi.

"Miss, what's going on? What did you and the Ninth Prince say inside? Was there a contest? "Why is the ninth prince's face so scary?"

Song Qing Yu shook his head and looked in the direction he left, "I wonder what happened to him for no reason."

Just as he was about to leave, he heard the sound of firewood being chopped down as he passed by the backyard. Song Qingyu looked over when he heard the voice and saw a fifteen-year-old youth in coarse hemp clothing. His face was handsome and clean.

It was somewhat familiar. But he didn't remember where he had seen it before.

At this moment, he was silently chopping wood. His eyes were actually different from the others' serious expressions. His strength was quite great, and his movements were nimble.

Song Qing Yu looked at him.

He seemed to have sensed Song Qingyu's gaze, and lifted his head to take a look.

Song Qingyu noticed that it was a pair of complicated eyes. It intersected with vicissitudes and clarity. How strange, this kind of gaze actually appeared on the same person at the same time.

Nannan also looked over and did not find anything abnormal.

The teenager and Song Qingyu looked at each other, their eyes were calm. They looked at Song Qingyu as if they did not see him, then lowered their heads and started splitting the firewood again and again.

"Miss, it's just a woodcutter. "What's wrong?"

Song Qing Yu looked at it for a while and then looked away, "Maybe I was overthinking it."

Song Qing Yu said and continued walking.

Suddenly, he saw several maidservants in a hurry coming over from the main road. They were people who looked like doctors.

Song Qingyu hurriedly asked Nannan if she knew that Mu Rong Ling was really sick.

Song Qingyu followed him to visit.

At this moment, Murong Ling's room was tightly shut, and it was filled with people. Song Qingyu did not think too much and just pushed open the door and entered. Murong Ling was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, as if she was in a coma.

His face was pale and powerless.

When she first saw it, she was still alive and kicking. Song Qingyu did not notice that there was something wrong with her body.

The doctors began to diagnose them one by one, and finally they all shook their heads and sighed.

"Please forgive this old man for being powerless to make sense of Miss's illness, but I really can't see the situation."

This was already the fifth doctor he had invited today. He actually didn't know about Murong Ling's condition. "Doctor, you must save Ah Ling. I am just a daughter. Without her, how can we survive?"

"Doctor, no matter what price you have to pay, you must help my daughter."

Murong Yan swept a glance at the determination in the court and looked at the doctor tiredly.

"This old man really has no choice. Sir, please ask for someone else."

"Doctor!" Madame Fu hurriedly pulled at the doctor's clothes. Tears welled in his eyes. "Doctor."

The doctor shook his head. "This old man really has no other choice. "According to young miss's pulse, I can't see any clues."

Seeing this situation, Song Qingyu pushed the crowd aside and slowly walked forward to bow to Mu Rong Yan, "Lord Mu Rong, can you let my daughter give a diagnosis to Ah Ling?"

Mu Rong Yan looked at the unfamiliar Song Qingyu and sized her up with a sharp gaze. He knew that this was a friend who came to visit Ah Ling today. But she was just a teenage girl. Murong Yan didn't really believe in Song Qingyu's medical skills.

"You are a friend of Ah Ling. Please be careful today." The meaning behind Mu Rong Yan's words didn't go along with Song Qingyu's words. He seemed to take Song Qingyu's words as a joke. It was one thing to listen to it.

"Let her try."

The one who spoke was Zuo Linyi. He sat on the side and looked at the pale Murong Ling. His tone was low but exceptionally certain.