The woman was also a little embarrassed. On the one hand, she was worried about her son's injury. Secondly, the rat oil tube was effective. She had used it before, but not necessarily for her son...

However, Da Sun and the others have good intentions, how should we say this?

Just when Muzichuan mother and son were in a dilemma, Yang Ruoqing, who was cleaning up the stove over there, turned around and said to Dasun: "Auntie, you'd better keep your mouse oil first. Zichuan is here.

In this case, you need to use burn ointment. I have it over there, so I’ll go get it for him right now. It’s easy to use and doesn’t leave any scars.”

She walked over here, and when she passed by Mu Zichuan, she deliberately stopped and said, "Go and change your clothes first. I'll send you medicine in a moment."

Both the Mu family mother and son looked at Yang Ruoqing gratefully, and Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly, turned around and left quickly.

When Yang Ruoqing took the burn ointment and returned to Lao Mu's house, Bao Suyun and Wang Cuilian, the eldest grandson, had already packed the kitchen and pulled all the wet firewood outside to dry in the yard.

The mouth of the stove was cleaned again and sprinkled with dry plant ashes.

Mrs. Sun, on the other hand, stayed with Zichuan Niang in the house, saying words of comfort to calm Zichuan Niang's worried mood.

Muzichuan is missing.

"Mom, godmother, I'm back with the medicine, where is Zichuan?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"I'm changing my clothes, I'm afraid I haven't changed yet," Mrs. Sun said.

Zichuan Niang raised her head and looked at Yang Ruoqing and said, "Qing'er, thank you for your help. You know his temper, but he's still picking on you now, ugh!"

"It's hard for your aunt's kindness, but this kid Zichuan..."

Mr. Sun interrupted Mrs. Zichuan and said, "Don't say that. Everyone has their own little temper."

"It's not just your family Zichuan, my family Da'an is also like this. One time I accidentally got burned, and I was reluctant to apply rat oil on it. I said it was too cruel and there was a fishy smell. I refused to apply it because I had mysophobia...

…”

Yang Ruoqing also smiled and said: "It's not just them, I am also extremely afraid of mice. I get hairy when I see them. I can't control this."

At this moment, the sound of the door opening came from the east room opposite.

Yang Ruoqing quickly stopped the topic and said: "Mom, godmother, Zichuan Xu has changed his clothes. I will go over to deliver medicine to him first."

"Okay, you go ahead." Zichuan Niang said.

Looking at Yang Ruoqing's leaving figure, Mrs. Zichuan said to Mrs. Sun: "Thanks to Qing'er who is busy in and out here, like the backbone. If Qing'er wasn't here and I was lying in bed unable to do my best, I would doubt it."

My stupid son will make a mess in the house and even burn it down without even realizing it!"

Mrs. Sun smiled and said, "She is your goddaughter, and she should be served by you."

Mother Zichuan said: "It might have been better if I had given birth to a daughter like Qing'er. I dare not say anything else. At least my daughter, son-in-law, grandchildren, and the whole family, old and young, would be busy."

"Look, I gave birth to a son. I worked hard to raise him up, and he even got a degree. But now he is older than his mother, and he hasn't even started a family in his thirties."

"I asked him to buy a few maids to take care of him. This kid seems to have a quirk. He won't even touch other women, and won't even look at her."

"We are now in this situation. Let alone cooking a meal, we can't even start a fire. How can I rest assured? I can't even close my eyes in peace, hey!"

Speaking of this, Mother Zichuan felt sad in her heart, and she regretted more and more that she should not have just forced Mu Zichuan to study and do knowledge.

I was reluctant to ask him to do other chores, even small tasks like sweeping the floor, for fear that it would distract him and take up his time for studying.

Now, I have read the book well, and I am very capable when I work as an official or something outside.

But living at home, he is like a useless person, with clothes to stretch out his hands and food to open his mouth.

Now he also wants to learn to do it, but he can't learn it for a while, and the more he rushes, the more he will become self-defeating.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault. I was the one who ruined a good son. I deserve to be where I am today. I brought it upon myself, and I also screwed Zichuan!" Zichuan's mother burst into tears.

In the east room.

Mu Zichuan sat on the Taishi chair behind the desk, and his burned hand was placed on the desk in front of him, with a large area of ​​redness and swelling on it.

Yang Ruoqing stood in front of him, leaning down slightly, and was carefully helping him apply the medicine.

As soon as the medicine was applied to the hand, a layer of ice-cold feeling suddenly spread, and the previous unspeakable burning sensation dissipated little by little.

There are still traces of fragrance in the nose, making people feel relaxed and happy, clearing the mind and improving eyesight.

"I'm such a loser. I can't even start a fire, and I almost set the kitchen on fire. I'm so ashamed!"

After his hands became more comfortable, Mu Zichuan began to blame himself.

Yang Ruoqing's gaze still stayed on the back of his hand. She smiled faintly without raising her head after hearing this: "You can't say that. There is a first time for everything. If you don't know how to do it, just learn it. Once can't be done twice, twice.

You can't do it three times, no one is born with the ability to start a fire and cook a meal."

Mu Zichuan nodded, feeling that Yang Ruoqing's words made sense.

"Qing'er, will you look down on me and think I'm a loser because of what happened today?" Mu Zichuan asked again.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing paused in her hand movements and couldn't help turning her head to look at him.

There was caution and a bit of anxiety in his eyes.

He doesn't look like a thirty-year-old, successful man at all.

It is even less like the youngest prime minister of Da Qi and the head of the civil service in the court who is eloquent and full of knowledge when it comes to governing the country.

In front of him, he looked like a little boy who had just done something wrong. He was fragile, sensitive, and had low self-esteem.

It was as if her word or judgment could send him to heaven or send him to hell.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, smiled gently and said, "What the hell, you're talking silly again."

"I think back then, when Tang Yazi helped me for the first time, I was also the one holding the spoon. He put the firewood in the firewood, and he ended up making a lot of jokes."

Hearing this, Mu Zichuan showed a bit of curiosity, "Oh, could it be that he almost set the kitchen on fire?"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "That's not true. However, we didn't cooperate very well with each other in the beginning. When we needed a big fire, he couldn't keep up with the fire, and the fried peanuts were all soft."

"But when I was about to collect the soup, he couldn't suppress the fire in time, so the fish was burnt several times, hahaha..."

Speaking of this, she seemed to be back to that time again, and she couldn't help laughing, with joy in her eyes and brows.

Mu Zichuan listened with great interest and couldn't help but laugh a few times.
Chapter completed!