Seeing this, Jing Ling frowned slightly and led her in.
Zhao Rushuang watched them walking past, and finally realized something. She brought a bamboo stool to Wen Momo and said friendlyly, "Sit down."
Wen Momo also behaved and nodded and said thank you.
Then she sat down on the round stool, took off her backpack and put it on her lap. She didn't dare to occupy Jing Ling's seat on the table. She rubbed her backpack nervously with her little hands, but the next moment, Jing Ling put her backpack on the table. Put it on and ask her what she wants to eat.
Wen Momo looked up at him, swallowed and said, "Anything is fine."
Zhao Rushuang thoughtfully echoed and asked, "Do you want to eat Yangchun noodles?"
Wen Momo was stunned for a moment, nodded and said to eat.
Zhao Rushuang looked at Jing Ling and said, "Should I ask the chef from the Imperial Hospital to cook her a bowl of Yangchun noodles?"
Jing Ling looked at Wen Momo, said "hmm" and said, "Let the cook add more vegetarian dishes for her."
Zhao Rushuang blinked, said nothing, nodded, put down the bag of herbs in her hand, and walked out of the medicine pavilion.
The medicine pavilion became quiet for a moment.
Wen Momo sat across from him at the table, clenching her fingers a little at a loss, and cautiously raised her eyes to look at Jing Ling who had sat down across the table and picked up a pen to write. She lowered her head again, tangled with her fingers. , hesitated for a long time and finally couldn't help but asked: "Brother, am I disturbing you by coming here?"
Jing Ling wrote down the pathology seriously and calmly. He didn't look up when he heard Wen Momo's words, and just said lightly: "It's okay."
Wen Momo felt even more ashamed, "otherwise... I'd better go back."
If she stays here, she will only disturb her brother's work.
When Jing Ling heard this, her fingers that were holding on to the pen tightened slightly, and her movements paused. She raised her eyes and looked at her: "I've already sent someone to cook you something to eat."
Wen Momo murmured: "After eating..."
"I'll take you back later." Jing Ling calmly interrupted her unfinished words, paused briefly, looked at her and asked, "Don't you want to stay with me?"
As if she heard the huge misunderstanding, Wen Momo shook her head like a rattle to clarify: "No! Momo likes to stay with her brother!"
Jing Ling looked at her nervously and anxiously to explain without moving. For a moment, his lips slightly curled up, and a vague arc passed across the corners of his mouth. He lowered his eyes lightly again, and opened his lips casually while writing. Said: "Then you stay here obediently."
Although there was no hint of tenderness in Jing Ling's tone, she was still as indifferent as ever, but for some reason, Wen Momo felt a little sweet in her heart when she heard these words.
She sat obediently across the table from him in front of him, making no noise or making any noise. Just watching him write quietly like this seemed like a kind of enjoyment to her.
Not long after, Zhao Rushuang came over with noodles. Wen Momo quickly stood up and went to help, but Zhao Rushuang didn't let her touch it, "It's hot, girl, don't touch it yet."
Zhao Rushuang looked at Ling Jingyan again as she spoke, and asked him what he meant, "Why don't you let Miss Momo come to my table to eat?"
She was afraid that Wen Momo would disturb Jing Ling's work.
But Jing Ling just said calmly: "It's okay, just let her eat at my place."
When Zhao Rushuang heard this, she blinked slightly, but was only stunned for a moment, then nodded with a "hmm", took the meal and put it on the table, not forgetting to remind Wen Momo : "Be careful of burning."
(End of chapter)