When everyone saw that the madam was sitting at the dining table safe and sound, they all smiled and returning to their respective tasks.
Ming Liuyi finished her ginger soup, put the bowl down, and ran to Yao Zizhou's side.
"It's raining heavily, and the temperature is low," she said, "Are your knees hurting again?"
"I'm already crippled, so I don't feel much," said Yao Zizhou lightly.
Ming Liuyi heard Yao Zizhou's words and immediately became angry, her voice carried a trace of her ire, "Take good care of your legs. You'll definitely get better slowly!"
As she spoke, Ming Liuyi placed her hand on Yao Zizhou's knee. Her hand was still warm from the ginger soup. After touching it, Ming Liuyi felt that Yao Zizhou's knees were very cold. She immediately rubbed her palms together, and then rubbed Yao Zizhou's knees again.
"Xiao Fan," Ming Liuyi said, "go get a blanket for the master."
