Children of Loulan

Chapter 222 Cook

Seeing that Bayer remained silent, Dahl struck while the iron was hot and spoke again: "Okay, stop being a child and go!"

Hearing his sister's firm words, Bayer could only nod his head reluctantly, and turned to look at Ziya with cold eyes, and uttered two words coldly: "Let's go!"

Ziya, who was originally in a low mood because of the embarrassment just now, heard that Bayer actually took the initiative to propose to practice martial arts, and the haze on his face instantly disappeared. He was overjoyed, and hurriedly put on a flattering expression, and agreed repeatedly: "Okay, okay, let's go! Hehehe!" While saying this, he quickly followed Bayer's footsteps, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly change her mind.

At the same time, he did not forget to give Dal a grateful look, and Dal waved his hand to signal him to go quickly. Watching the two people walk away, Dal chuckled and shook his head.

Looking at that smiling face that was as bright as a spring flower, Bai Xi couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart. A strange feeling instantly surged into his heart, making him feel that something was wrong. Almost instinctively, he quickly raised his right hand and covered his chest tightly, and at the same time hurriedly turned his head to the side, as if trying to hide something.

Seeing this, Dahl turned around quickly and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

However, Baixi did not look at her directly, but just waved his hand gently to indicate that it was okay, and then quickly moved his gaze to other directions, as if deliberately avoiding Dahl's sight.

Seeing his reaction, Dahl secretly guessed that he might be feeling unwell, but for some reason, he was too embarrassed to speak out. Thinking of this, she hurriedly took a step forward, carefully helped Bai Xi up, and slowly led him to a stone table not far away.

As they walked, he comforted her softly, "Come, come, sit down and have a rest. People who eat all kinds of grains will inevitably get sick sometimes, so don't be embarrassed."

Bai Xi said nothing and obediently sat down beside the stone table with her support. As soon as he sat down, Dale asked again with concern: "How do you feel now? Is it the pain here that is unbearable, or is it the suffocation that is unbearable?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her finger and gently pointed at the place where Bai Xi was still covering his chest. Bai Xi supported the table with his other hand, continued to cover his mouth, and still just shook his head slightly, refusing to utter a word.

Dahl couldn't help but get anxious: "Hey, don't just keep shaking your head! You have to speak, otherwise how can the lady know what kind of medicine to prescribe for you..."

Just as she said this, she seemed to come to her senses all of a sudden, "Oh, yes, yes, look at my memory! Don't we have a special doctor in our house? Please wait a moment, I will go and invite the doctor."

Before she finished speaking, Daer stood up in a hurry and prepared to go find the court doctor. However, at this moment, Bai Xi, who had been silent all the time, reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly, and said in a low voice: "Well... Actually, I'm really fine. I just felt a little flustered at that moment. Now I'm completely fine."

Hearing this, Dahl was slightly relieved, but still glanced at Baixi worriedly, then turned around and walked to the table, picked up the teapot on the table, filled a cup of tea, carefully handed it to Baixi, and said with concern: "Then I'll pour you a glass of water first, you drink it slowly."

At this moment, Hanguli in the room was leisurely drinking steaming porridge, and at the same time listening attentively to Keremu telling her about the things he had experienced when he went to Baiya Village.

After Hanguli finished the last mouthful of porridge in her bowl, Keremu asked with a smile and expectation: "How do you feel? Does this porridge taste good?"

Hanguli nodded without any hesitation and replied very straightforwardly: "Well, it's really delicious. Did you change the cook today?" Her words were full of praise.

Keremu raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a rather complacent smile: "Haha, the cook hasn't been replaced, but a new cook has come. From now on, if Li'er wants to eat some special dishes, just tell the cook to cook!"

Hanguli was surprised when she heard this: "Cook? When did a cook appear in the mansion? Why have I never heard Bayer mention this?"

Keremu's eyes flashed with mystery, and he smiled and explained: "This chef is not ordinary. He will only cook delicious food for you, so other people naturally have no way of knowing."

Hanguli stared at Keremu's expression, and then her eyes fell on the bowl that had been completely eaten. Suddenly, something moved in her mind, and she asked hesitantly: "Could it be that... this porridge was cooked by you, the prince?"

The smugness on Keremu's face became more and more obvious. He nodded slightly and said with some pride: "Haha, this is exactly what I made for Li'er myself. What do you think? My cooking skills are pretty good, right?"

Hanguli was extremely surprised for a moment. She never expected that the prince would cook porridge for her personally. This thought made her heart warm and her eyes moistened.

Looking at Hanguli's slightly red cheeks, Keremu gently held her hands and said softly: "It is God's mercy that I can marry Li'er. It is also my great fortune. It is also my willingness to cook for Li'er."

Faced with such a sudden, sincere and affectionate confession, Hanguli's face instantly turned red with shyness. She quickly lowered her head, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

Looking at the shy, flower-like woman in front of him, Keremu knew that she was shy and not good at speaking, so he deliberately changed the subject: "Oh, by the way, I saw that Li'er's desk was full of medical books. Could it be that Li'er is proficient in medicine?"

Hanguli shook her head slightly and said softly: "I don't know how to diagnose pulses, I just know a little about pharmacology!"

Keremu heard this, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "Pharmacology? Does that mean that no matter what kind of herb can cure what kind of disease, you know it clearly?"

Hanguli nodded slightly to show her agreement, and then explained: "If it is a common minor illness such as a headache or fever, you only need to describe the symptoms, and I will roughly know what medicine to use!"

Now that things had come to this, Keremu felt that there was no need to hide it any further, so he simply asked bluntly: "So when you stood in front of my bed on our wedding night, did you already know that I was pretending?"

Hanguli nodded without hesitation and said, "That's right. At that time, everyone said that the prince was seriously injured, but the smell of medicine I smelled that day was not at all like what a seriously injured person would need. Instead, it was closer to the smell of ordinary healing medicine!"

Hearing her say these words so casually, Keremu's curiosity instantly ignited: "Although I only used ordinary medicine at that time, in order to be absolutely sure and conceal the truth, I also used medicines that are specially used to treat serious injuries in other places to confuse people and cover up the truth. But how can you see through the mystery?"