The space doctor girl became the favorite of exiled ministers

Chapter 10 His Hand Injury
Seeing that Cui Hejin was back, Jiang Zhiluo felt relieved.

Madam Cui's heart also fell.

On the road of exile, she was able to survive with one breath, but she was also worried about this son.

His temper is getting colder and colder, and he still remembers that he was not like this before.

Now it seems that nothing can arouse his mood swings, and his thoughts are getting deeper and deeper, even her mother can't understand.

Mrs. Cui got up and washed her hands, and brought Cui Hejin a bowl of ginger soup.

"Did you borrow this umbrella from Shopkeeper Feng in Linjiang Tower?"

"Ah."

Mrs. Cui said with emotion: "It's still Shopkeeper Feng who is benevolent."

As she said that, Mrs. Cui happily said to Cui Hejin: "Today Zhiluo went to the mountain in the rain, just in time to find some food."

"It's leeks. It's a kind of vegetable. Zhiluo said that it's delicious for cooking, dumplings, and steamed stuffed buns."

"Zhiluo is the best, she knows more, or else she will eat wild vegetables tonight."

Mrs. Cui couldn't bear to eat wild vegetables every now and then.

Cui Hejin sat down and drank a few sips of ginger soup. Hearing what his mother said, he lifted his eyes slightly, and looked at Jiang Zhiluo, his eyes were full of charm and thoughtfulness.

With Cui Hejin's look, Jiang Zhiluo always felt that his eyes were a bit seductive.

The momentum is too strong, a bit overwhelming.

Jiang Zhiluo could only whisper: "It's just luck, I found some vegetables on the mountain."

Cui Hejin quickly looked away, hummed, and didn't say anything, and didn't ask any more questions.

Jiang Zhiluo found that even after drinking a bowl of ginger soup, Cui Hejin was sitting there with an air of elegance all over her body, unhurried and very stable.

Cui Hejin finished drinking a bowl of ginger soup, then slowly took out a small purse, and said in a low voice, "I sold a total of 130 Wen today, and I bought ten catties of rough noodles, which can be eaten for a while."

"There is still fifty Wen here, mother, you take it first."

Only then did Mrs. Cui see a bag of grain in the basket next to Cui Hejin.

When she heard it, she was startled, "Did you copy the book again?"

That basket of eggs couldn't be sold for so many copper coins. Cui Hejin must have copied the book and sent it to the bookstore to sell some money.

"Do you know that if your hand continues like this, you will no longer be able to write with a pen? The doctor has said that your hand..."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Cui's voice was a little sour, and she couldn't continue.

Cui Hejin said lightly: "Mother, don't worry, I'm fine."

"What do you mean it's okay? What if your hand can no longer hold a pen?"

Mrs. Cui rarely speaks in such a hurry.

She looked at her son, feeling guilty and uncomfortable in her heart, "It's useless to be a mother, if the mother has a way, you won't even have your hands..."

Mrs. Cui couldn't control her emotions for a while.

Cui Hejin looked at his mother and sighed, "Mother, we must live first before we can think about other things."

"Mother, don't blame yourself, you have done a good job."

When Cui Hejin was comforting her mother, her voice was rarely softer.

Jiang Zhiluo's heart jumped a few times, and she was a little startled, what happened to Cui Hejin's hand?
What do you mean by not being able to pick up a pen and write?

Also, the situation here is poorer than she thought.

Maybe I really need to make money urgently to buy food to eat, or I really want to be hungry.

I don't know how long the three of them can eat the ten catties of coarse grains.

Jiang Zhiluo was afraid that Mrs. Cui's heart would be uncomfortable and her health would be bad, so she could only divert her attention and said, "Mother, I have finished everything, let's cook and eat first, maybe I need mother to help me start the fire."

As soon as Jiang Zhiluo spoke, Mrs. Cui remembered that Zhiluo was still by her side, and she lost control just now.

Mrs. Cui hurriedly suppressed the water from the corners of her eyes, adjusted her mood, and hurriedly took out the white flour steamed buns from the pot, then cleaned up the pot, and helped to light the fire.

Jiang Zhiluo started to fry leeks and scrambled eggs.

(End of this chapter)