northernbook Chapter 133 Dinner
Chapter 133 Dinner
After she finished washing up, Ziguang was drying her freshly washed hair when Uncle Zhong sent someone to call her to have a meal.
Upon arriving at Qinli Courtyard, she encountered Qing Tong walking out in the corridor and handed him the bottles of medicine she was carrying.
I noticed they had wounds on their hands earlier, probably from fighting with wolves and wildcats.
Although the wound is not serious, it is still necessary to use medication as a precaution to prevent viral infection.
“Both wildcats and gray wolves carry the virus. You have been scratched. Here are some medicines. All four of you who have been scratched should take one pill at a time. Apply the ointment to the wound.”
Qing Tong reached out and took the medicine bottle: "Thank you, Miss Long. Dinner is ready. The prince is inside. Please go in quickly!"
"Hmm... remember to take your medicine and apply the ointment." Long Chuqing reminded him again, still worried.
Qing Tong nodded. "Don't worry, I will definitely make sure they take their medicine."
Long Chuqing then went inside, while Qing Tong took the medicine back to Wenxin Courtyard.
At this moment, in a room in Wenxin Academy, Qingyang was sharing the events of the day with everyone, and a group of people were gathered around listening attentively.
As Qingyang spoke, he used his hands and feet to describe the thrilling battle, his vivid descriptions comparable to those of a storyteller in a teahouse.
Everyone was stunned, staring wide-eyed and rooted to the spot. Just hearing Qingyang's description of the ferocious pack of wolves and wildcats made many of them feel terrified.
Not to mention they even encountered two legendary monsters, which was truly unbelievable! They unconsciously rubbed the goosebumps that had risen on their arms.
Some people secretly rejoiced, thankful that they hadn't encountered such a thrilling scene, otherwise they might not have been able to handle such a dangerous situation.
Some people felt regretful, as such a rare scene was truly precious, yet they were unable to witness it in person.
Leaving aside the ferocious packs of wildcats and gray wolves, the legendary mysterious monsters alone are enough to arouse curiosity.
After all, most people have only seen monsters in stories and very few have actually witnessed them.
Having just finished a passionate speech, Qingyang slowly sat down, leisurely picked up the tea from the table next to him, and drank it with an arrogant and smug look on his face.
Aoyama, sitting to the side, listened to his description, and his expression was indeed complex and varied.
He was curious about what Qingyang was describing, excited about the intense battle, and secretly regretful that he couldn't participate in it. His eyes also held a hint of disappointment that was hard to detect.
He secretly berated himself for being greedy, because he had heard from his family that they had made a lot of delicious food, which was why he had switched shifts with Qingyang.
Looking at Qingyang's smug expression, he felt inexplicably annoyed. He regretted that he shouldn't have been greedy and switched shifts with him, thus missing out on an adventurous trip.
Thinking of this, Qingshan looked sullen and became more and more annoyed by Qingyang's smug face. He didn't know whether he should be angry at him or at himself.
Qingyang drank the tea in his cup in one gulp; he was really thirsty after talking for so long.
After finishing his tea, he gently put down his teacup and then noticed Qingshan next to him, who had a slightly furrowed brow and a sullen expression.
He looked at Qingshan and smiled slightly, saying, "Hehe... It's all thanks to Qingshan switching shifts with me, otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance to witness such a rare scene today."
After he finished speaking, he deliberately raised an eyebrow at Qingshan, his eyes revealing a hint of mocking smugness.
Upon hearing Qingyang's words, Qingshan curled his lip, turned his face away, and pretended to be indifferent and disdainful, muttering, "Tch... what's there to be so smug about!"
Qingying and Qingzhou, standing nearby, watched the interaction between the two and felt both helpless and amused. They exchanged a glance and shook their heads in exasperation.
They sighed inwardly, "Sigh... I knew it would turn out like this. Why is Qingyang so smug? There's just no way to deal with him."
Before long, Qing Tong came in with the medicine given to him by Long Chuqing. He looked around the room and then dismissed the noisy group of people.
He took out the medicine given to him by Long Chuqing and had the injured person take it. He also instructed that the medicine should be applied to the wounds.
In the Qinli Courtyard, Xiao Han beckoned Long Chuqing to the table, pulled out a chair for her, and said with a gentle smile, "Sit down."
Long Chuqing nodded slightly, and the two sat down in adjacent seats.
Today, Uncle Zhong prepared crucian carp and tofu soup for me. It tastes delicious, fragrant but not greasy, and is suitable for consumption in the cold and dry autumn and winter seasons. It has the effect of moisturizing dryness and nourishing the body.
After sitting down, Xiao Han picked up an exquisite porcelain bowl, ladled out a bowl of fish soup, and gently handed it to Long Chuqing.
Xiao Han smiled and said, "Here, have some soup first."
Long Chuqing smiled and accepted the bowl of soup, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Thank you."
After Long Chuqing took the bowl, Xiao Han served himself another bowl, then looked at Long Chuqing again and asked softly, "How does it taste?"
She scooped up a spoonful of soup, slowly brought it to her lips, blew on it, and took a sip. "Mmm, it's delicious. It's not fishy at all and it's very fresh. You should try it too."
Upon hearing Long Chuqing's words, Xiao Han's lips unconsciously curled up slightly, and the two exchanged a smile.
Uncle Zhong prepared four side dishes, each of which looked delicious. The portions were small, just right for two people.
The room was lit by candlelight, the flickering candlelight casting shadows of the two people, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.
Halfway through the meal, Xiao Han stopped eating, as if he had thought of something, and looked at Long Chuqing beside him.
He asked, "Chu Qing... do you feel cold when you sleep in the attic at night? If you do, why don't you move to Lanxi Courtyard? There are heated rooms there, and the environment is worse than Qiushui Pavilion. It will be much more comfortable to live there."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Long Chuqing quietly, waiting for her reply, his eyes filled with concern.
Hearing Xiao Han's question, Long Chuqing looked up at him and gently shook her head: "I'm not cold! The blanket I'm covered with is very thick and warm, so I don't feel cold."
Actually, as long as it's not a full moon night, you won't feel cold when you're covered with a blanket. Even if you don't live in a heated room, it's fine. She hadn't thought about the problem of being cold while sleeping.
Even after hearing Long Chuqing say this, Xiao Han still had a hint of worry in his eyes, fearing that she was unwilling to move because she didn't want to trouble others.
He asked again with concern, "It's already winter, and the temperature has been dropping lately, especially at night. Don't you feel cold at all?"