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Wen Jingrong's improved version of the Boiled Fish had completely conquered Niu Dabao's and Murong Mingzhu's stomachs. Unfortunately, the two of them had the heart to be gluttonous, but the heavens didn't give them the stomach to eat. She had clearly only put in three chilies. On that night, the two of them showed signs of burning up to different degrees. Their noses were dry and itchy, their throats were sore, and their mouths were dry …

Niu Dabao was still fine. He only asked her for a few more drinks and endured it himself. Murong Mingzhu kept groaning in pain, causing Wen Jingrong, who was laying on the side of the stove, to have trouble sleeping. First, he fed him a cup of honey water, but it was useless. Thinking that Niu Dabao was probably on fire as well, she got up, grabbed a pine needle and heated up the stove before boiling it with water. Then she walked out on the path, using the moonlight to pull out some grass from the front of the carriage, washed it, and cut it into small pieces.

Murong Mingzhu, who was still uncomfortable, unconsciously grabbed her sleeve without letting go, afraid to wake him up again. Wen Jingrong tried to gently pull his hand away, but only after touching it did she realize how frighteningly hot it was. She quickly measured the temperature of his forehead with the back of her hand. Murong Mingzhu, who hadn't been sleeping soundly all this time, opened his eyes weakly and looked at her. His eyes were like a kitten's, a little dependent and a little helpless.

It was probably because of the sweat that had appeared during dinner. When the mountain breeze blew by, the sweat would cause the sweat to freeze on one side and the sweat to become cold on the other. Wen Jingrong couldn't help but regret her carelessness. Because she was as healthy as a cow, she didn't expect them to be able to eat so many different things even if they were spicy. Before she noticed that he had a fever, she had silently despised him for being so coquettish that he would cause a ruckus and refuse to sleep for the whole night. She didn't expect him to really be sick, as the temperature was quite high.

It was too late to call on Doctor Niu at the foot of the mountain now. The journey back and forth was a waste of time. She still had some ways to deal with fever. First, she mixed a basin of cold water with hot water to a moderate temperature, then took a clean cloth and soaked it in water until it was half dry. At this time, she didn't care about whether he was a male or female and quickly wiped off his shirt to cool her body. After wiping it twice, he felt the temperature drop a little. Wen Jingrong then used another dry cloth to carefully wipe the water off his body. He could not sit still when the water touched his back, so she lost her patience and went around to hug him, then smoothly wiped his back.

When Wen Jingrong had dressed him in clean clothes, she found that the silk sheets under his feet were already soaked in sweat. She immediately carried him to her own bed, afraid that he would fall asleep and then reheat the earth.

Murong Mingzhu vaguely remembered her concerned eyes, the cool cloth, her warm embrace, and the faint scent of flowers on her body. When she came back from the mountains, she liked to fold some wild flowers on the windowsill. Perhaps that was the taste she had then … Then he was put in her bed. He tried to open his eyes, but the bed was too soft and he struggled to sleep. Murong Mingzhu had always thought that he was dreaming. When he was woken up the next morning, he squinted his eyes and looked at this and that. Then he realized that it was not just a dream.

"Little Treasure, it's not that I'm talking about you, but last time I clearly told you that his stomach and spleen were weak, and you even gave him chilies to eat. Do you think he has a long life?"

Seeing that he had woken up and felt his pulse, Doctor Niu let him put him back into bed. He reminded him worriedly, "You should take care of your own body. Try not to eat as much of the stimulating food as possible. You ate quite a lot of yesterday's fish fillets, didn't you?" "Young people, don't be so greedy …"

After the lecture, Wen Jingrong began to teach Murong Mingzhu a lesson. Her mouth was dry from being interrupted by Wen Jingrong. Only then did she save both of their ears.

When Doctor Niu had finished prescribing the medicine and was only willing to accept their money, Wen Jingrong wrapped a large bag of pastries with oiled paper, thanking him for his kind intentions.

Doctor Niu did not stand on ceremony with her and directly took a piece of glutinous rice cake to taste the flavor. The glutinous rice was very fragrant and the beat was just right. The moment he took a bite, his mouth would be filled with a soft and sticky taste. He had no idea how she managed to wrap it up, but after taking a bite, he couldn't help but rush over. He panicked, so much that Doctor Niu didn't even care about the medicine box falling to the ground, and immediately began to eat the glutinous rice with both hands, thus avoiding the embarrassment of having his beard covered with the sesame sugar water.

"Little Treasure, your cooking skills aren't bad. In my opinion, you're even better than the pastries master of Bluestone Town." Finally, after finishing a piece of glutinous rice cake, Doctor Niu praised her unsatisfied. He couldn't bear to eat the rest, so he took her back to his wife and children to have a taste.

"It's good that you like it, Uncle Niu. I'll bring some next time when I'm done cooking." Wen Jingrong smiled as she saw him out the door.

It was as if Doctor Niu suddenly thought of something, and he turned around to tell her, "The glutinous rice snacks are not easy to dissolve. Just give it a try and it will taste good, don't eat too much." The green bean cake is too cold, so you don't have to give it to him to eat.

"Alright, I understand. Thank you, Uncle Niu."

After sending Doctor Niu off, Wen Jingrong saw Murong Mingzhu holding a piece of glutinous rice cake in his hand, looking at it very carefully. Upon seeing her, he hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth, afraid that she would snatch it back. Presumably, he had also heard what Doctor Niu had said before he left.

This glutton.

Wen Jingrong rolled her eyes at him and said, "I can only eat one," before she took all the other pastries along the way. Niu Dabao's health was better than his. Last night, after a bowl of plantain grass, his anger had almost subsided. However, Wen Jingrong didn't dare to let him eat too much. She just gave him a piece of glutinous rice cake and two green bean cake.

She'd gotten up in the middle of the night to do all this. Since the pot was still boiling and Murong Mingzhu had taken over her bed, she didn't have any place to sleep, so she took care of the glutinous rice and green beans that had been soaked in advance. The glutinous rice grinds the steamed rice in the pot, kneads it while it is hot, then wraps the fried sesame seeds and brown sugar. When the glutinous rice was done, the green beans with the skin of the beans were also cooked.

She added a little bit of flour and kneaded it evenly, stir-frying until it was slightly dry, but unfortunately, there was no sesame oil, so she could only use lard as a substitute. After cooling down the Mung Bean Cake embryos, without the red bean paste as a filling, she used the red sugar noodles as a substitute, wrapping them one by one until they were pressed into the size of mahjong plates.

At this time, the last bit of glutinous rice in the pot was steamed and cooled to the point that it wouldn't burn her hands. She crushed the wine and mixed it evenly with the glutinous rice, digging out a hole in the middle to let the wine ferment. Considering the current temperature, they would be able to eat sweet wine in two days or so.

In the beginning, she regretted leaving some glutinous rice for the Soup Dumplings to make the Soup Dumplings, as well as the Sweet Wine Brewing Pills. However, Doctor Niu had also said that eating less glutinous rice would make the Sweet Wine Brewing more nutritious and nourishing.