e, with a line of small print printed on it: "Take medicine after meals."She remembered the last time she took this medicine was in Zhu Xiaowei's apartment, there wasn't this line back then.Qiao Baoer...Since they returned to Seattle, Junzhi has been very busy.
As for what he was busy with, she wanted to ask, but Junzhimu wasn't too keen on telling her.
Master Jun is still in Seattle and hasn't come back yet. Qiao Baoer lives a comfortable life, but she also feels uneasy.
"How is his injury"
On the weekend, the doctor came to Junzhi's home for a follow-up check.
"Master Jun's forehead wound has healed, and it won't become inflamed even when it comes into contact with water during washing. The injury on his right scapula is recovering well, but he should avoid lifting heavy objects for the next two months. In terms of diet, he can eat more calcium-rich foods and bone collagen. He should also try not to eat too much seafood..."
Jo Baoer sat quietly, listening attentively to the doctor's instructions, memorizing them silently.
"Satisfied"
The lord's consort glanced at the woman beside him.
Saying that, Jun Zhi牧 glanced at the large clock in the living room and stood up from the sofa as if he was in a hurry to do something.
"Your shepherd, the doctor tells you not to stay up late!"
Qiao Bao'er didn't dare to stop him, she was just a little upset, and called out to his hurried back.
I have no idea what he's busy with. He even pulled all-nighters a few times. The day before yesterday, she couldn't help herself and called Lu Qinian directly to get the inside scoop, but that guy just threw back a single sentence: "Don't meddle."
She's basically being criticized for being lazy and uneducated.
"Fang Da Ma, I want to learn how to cook. Could you teach me"
The Jun family estate was large, with courtyards, corridors, and gardens. There were many vacant rooms as well. Usually, Qiao Bao'er would stay home to raise her child, and she could chat with Old Master Jun. Now that the old man wasn't at home, the place seemed even colder.
Fang Da Ma was originally refusing, but Qiao Bao'er stood in the kitchen and refused to leave. Several maids looked at each other helplessly and had no choice but to let her wash vegetables and things like that, but she was still spared from using a knife.
< Qiao Bao'er was very self-aware. "I'll just learn to stew soup," she said.>
"By the way, how do you make that sea cucumber pig's trotter soup Is it just a matter of throwing all the ingredients in and letting it simmer I feel like making this soup today..."
Fang Da Ma's expression was a bit embarrassed, and she didn't want to dampen the young mistress' enthusiasm. She spoke politely, "Young mistress, that one is a little difficult. Let's start with how to soak sea cucumbers first."
"Oh."
She has plenty of time, and she has other things to learn and tinker with…
"Junzhi Mu, would you like to wear this suit today"
Early in the summer morning, the sun rises around 5 o'clock, and the sky is already gradually brightening. Jun Zhimu is used to waking up early.
But to his surprise, just as he came out of the bathroom, he saw Qiao Baoer had also gotten up. She was in the dressing room taking out a new suit of clothes.
"What do you think of this navy blue one The store manager said yesterday it's the latest style. By the way, don't worry about the size, it's from the same tailor who makes your custom suits."
She rose up on her toes, placing the new suit over him like a brushstroke, her eyebrows lifting in a smile. "Well, how about it Want to wear this today"
Junzhi's shepherd didn't pay much attention to the suit, but instead noticed that she seemed quite lively today, very happy.
"Did you buy this"
He asked faintly.
Qiao Bao'er was just about to tell him what she and Fang's mother bought when they went shopping together yesterday, but the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. In this peaceful morning, it sounded rather noisy.
The smile on Qiao Bao'er's face gradually faded, her lips pressed together tightly as she watched Jun Zhimu stride quickly to the bedside and pick up his phone, deftly answering the incoming call.
He was talking about some project, bidding and things like that, which she couldn't understand.
"Just wear this one."
Then, Jun Zhimu hung up the phone and turned to look at her.
Because Junzhi's right arm wasn't very convenient, he got up early in the morning and didn't wake her up. Recently, getting dressed was really time-consuming, "I'll help you, I'll help you..." Qiao Baoer seemed very enthusiastic.
"You look great in this color," she said, her lips curving into a pleased smile as she took him in.
"I'm having dinner with Lu Qinnan and the others tonight. Don't wait for me."
However, in contrast to her slight excitement, he seemed rather indifferent, leaving a single sentence before quickly walking out.
Jo Bao'er wanted to chat with him a little more, but seeing his hurried footsteps, she didn't dare to disturb him. Lately, when he returned to the bedroom, she was already asleep. They rarely even had a chance to talk.
However, she didn't play the victim either. After all, Jun Zhi Mu disliked being bothered, and she just wanted to do something small for him, at least to avoid being so idle.
After nearly two weeks of practice in the kitchen, the results only proved that she was a kitchen disaster.
His cooking skills have not improved.
Jun Zhi Mu didn't go home for dinner, but he would try to be back before 11 pm at night. Afterward, he would curl up in his study.
"Are you hungry"
The door to the study was knocked a few times. Qiao Bao'er carelessly twisted the doorknob and poked her head in to take a look.
The study was brightly lit, and Jun Zhimu was sitting at his desk, typing rapidly. Hearing the sound, he paused his work and looked over at her suspiciously.
"Master, would you like some soup"
She brought in a bowl of soup and placed it directly on the tea table on the other side.
"Leave these matters to the servants."
Junzhi's shepherd may not have had dinner outside either. Seeing her bring soup in, he simply left his office chair and walked towards her.
"You should drink plenty of this, it can help your shoulder blade heal..." She poured him half a bowl and stood beside him, her voice laced with anticipation.
Jun Zhimu glanced at the table, a rich and fragrant thick soup, steaming temptingly. He turned to look at the woman beside him, feeling that Qiao Bao'er seemed quite busy lately as well.
"This soup is yours..."
Probably feeling guilty, before Junzhi Mu could even ask his question, she immediately raised her voice and urged, "Drink it quickly while it's hot. This... this was stewed for a long time by Fang Da Ma."
As they spoke, she subconsciously drew her hands back behind her, not wanting him to see the cuts on her fingers.
Qiao Baoer had originally planned to be proud and personally cook a pot of soup, then show it off in front of him. Unfortunately, the taste of the soup she stewed was really unpalatable.
Luckily, Fang Da Ma arranged a substitute.
She felt a little discouraged, "It seems like I'm really just a rice bug with no contribution."
"What"
Junzhi Mu, holding a spoon to drink soup, was deep in thought and didn't hear her words. He only sensed that she seemed downcast.
“Leave these dishes here, someone will clean them tomorrow. Go back to your bedroom.”
Junzhi Mu didn't chat with her much, and directly told her to go back to her room.
"Oh."
She glanced at the laptop on his desk, its screen flickering, and didn't dare to disturb him. She gave a nod and quietly walked out.
He looked at the light spilling from under the study door with a complicated expression. His thoughts were a bit heavy. He was going to be busy until late tonight again...
Back in her bedroom, she didn't know what she was angry about. She climbed onto the bed and pulled the covers up very forcefully, lying on her side, wrapping herself tightly in the blankets, burying her head under them.
"Everybody is so busy, and I'm the only one who's free..." I want to sleep, but I can't seem to fall asleep peacefully.
I want to do something for him, but I feel utterly useless.hesitated, "She shouldn't be hurt or disabled, right""Mr. Qiao's father was involved in a traffic accident this morning…"Lu Qinan relaxed his mind, anyway Qiao Baier was fine, how others tossed about...