C13 Hot Porridge

"Second Sister, Ruo Yin was the one who was being insensible." Lin Ruo Yin smiled softly as she called Lin Ruo Yun to sit down. However, she found it funny that Lin Ruo Yun herself did not know how obvious the dislike in her eyes was. However, she still tried to be close to her. Compared to Lin Ruo Xi's true kindness, her character was still too low.

"Little sister, come and have a taste of the porridge I made. This is made by me. It's the most nutritious and nourishing black chicken and white ginseng porridge." Lin Ruo Yun scooped out a bowl of porridge and handed it to Lin Ruo Yin.

Lin Ruo Yin looked at Lin Ruo Yun's unreasonable enthusiasm and smiled. She reached out and took the bowl of porridge.

Suddenly, Lin Ruo Yun felt as if she was scalded. The moment the porridge touched Lin Ruo Yin's finger, it fell down. Lin Ruo Yin quickly dodged it and avoided the scalding porridge. However, she allowed the porridge to splash on her body.

"Little sister, I'm really sorry. It's all Second Sister's fault. Did you get burned?" Lin Ruo Yun pulled Lin Ruo Yin, who was about to get up, and apologized to her with an apologetic expression. However, the way she held Lin Ruo Yin's hand made it seem as if she wanted the scalding porridge to pass through her clothes and burn Lin Ruo Yin.

Lin Ruo Yin had guessed what she was thinking from the moment Lin Ruo Yun had overturned the porridge. Her hands were already riddled with scars. Furthermore, she had deliberately torn open her wounds a few days ago. If she was burned by the scalding porridge, her hands would probably be crippled.

"Sister, you knocked over the porridge. Ruo Yin won't blame you. Let me go and change my clothes first, okay?" Lin Ruo Yin's face revealed a slight expression of pain, and there was a faint glimmer of tears in her eyes.

Lin Ruo Yun saw Lin Ruo Yin's pained expression, and a trace of pride flashed across her eyes. She was very upset that she didn't burn Lin Ruo Yin's hand, but now it seemed that although she didn't destroy Lin Ruo Yin's hand, that bowl of fresh chicken and white ginseng porridge was not a waste, was it?

Lin Ruo Yun saw this and let go of Hong Mei He Lv Yu. She looked at Hong Mei He Lv Yu and hurriedly sent Lin Ruo Yin into the inner room. A trace of pride flashed across her eyes, but she said loudly to the inner room, "Sister, remember to drink the porridge. I'll be leaving first."

If it wasn't for the fact that she had to deal with Lin Ruo Yin, Lin Ruo Yun would not have stayed here for even a moment. Now that the matter was considered to have been successfully dealt with, she naturally left.

After Lin Ruo Yin entered the inner room, she stopped Hong Mei He Lv Yu from helping her change her clothes. When she heard Lin Ruo Yun's voice, she smiled slightly. Did she want her to be crippled? If so, she didn't mind letting her fail miserably!

"Hong Mei, how much longer until we meet again?" Lin Ruo Yin looked at the sky and asked.

"About four hours." Hong Mei didn't know what Lin Ruo Yin wanted to do, but she still answered.

"That's enough." After saying this, Lin Ruo Yin turned around and left the outer courtyard. She was going to boil a pot of soup for the old lady, but she had specially learned it from her in her previous life. The soup that the old lady loved to drink was very troublesome to make, and it would take at least four hours to watch over her.

"Ancestor Grandmother, Ruo Yin came to see you. Today, Ruo Yin made a soup. It's just the first time. I hope Ancestor Grandmother can help Ruo Yin taste it." As soon as Lin Ruo Yin entered the house, she took the initiative to hold the old lady's hand. Although the old mistress was not a person who liked to smile, she was still an old lady. She was very happy that her grandson was willing to stick to her.

When the old mistress saw that it was Lin Ruo Yin, she could not help but smile. Lin Ruo Yin had been in the house for four days, and every day, she would greet her. Although this was a common etiquette of a rich family, there were not many people who actually asked for an audience every day. The main reason was that it depended on the thoughts of the grandson.

"Is that so? Then I will have to try it." When the old mistress saw the soup that Lin Ruo Yin had brought, she also gave her face and supported her.

"You made this soup?" The old mistress did not expect much, but when she saw the soup, she could not help but be moved. She loved drinking this soup. She knew how complicated the process was. Looking at the wound that Lin Ruo Yin had just scabbed, her eyes were a little hot.