The woman was also a bit embarrassed. On one hand, she was worried about her son's injury. On the other hand, this rat oil pipe did work, she had used it herself before, but her son might not...

But, the elder Sun sisters were well-intentioned. How could I put it?

Just when both Mu Zichuan and his mother were in a difficult situation, Yang Ruqing, who was tidying up the stove, turned around and said to Dasi: "Auntie, you'd better keep that rat oil for now. Zichuan needs burn cream, I have some here, I'll go get it for him right away. It works well and doesn't leave scars."

She walked over here, and when she passed by Mu Zichuan, she deliberately paused and said, "You go change your clothes first, I'll send the medicine over in a while."

Both Mu's mother and son looked gratefully at Yang Ruqing. Yang Ruqing smiled faintly and quickly turned to leave.

When Yang Ruqing returned to Lao Mu's house with the burn ointment, Bao Suyun and her daughters-in-law, Wang Cuilian, had already tidied up the kitchen. The damp firewood had all been pulled outside the courtyard to dry.

The stove hearth was cleaned and covered with dry wood ash.

While Mrs. Sun stayed in the house, comforting Lady Shizuka and soothing her worries with kind words.

Muzi Chuan is nowhere to be seen.

"Mother, mother-in-law, I'm back with the medicine. Where is Zichuan?" Yang Ruqing asked.

"Still changing clothes, probably not finished yet," said Mrs. Sun.

Zichuan's mother looked up at Yang Ruohui and said, "Ruohui, thank you for your help. You know his temper, even so he's still picking and choosing, ah!"

“For your aunt’s kindness, little Kozumi...”

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Sun interrupted Mrs. Suzuki's words and said, "You mustn't say that; everyone has their own little quirks."

It's not just your Zichuan, my Dayan is the same way. Once he accidentally burned himself and absolutely refused to have rat oil applied. He said it was too cruel and smelly, wouldn't let me put any on him, he has a real phobia of dirt…

Yang Ruqing also smiled and said, "It's not just them, I'm also extremely afraid of mice. When I see them, my whole body gets goosebumps. This is something I can't control."

At that moment, the sound of a door opening came from the east room across the way.

Yang Ruqing hurriedly changed the subject and said, "Mother, Mother-in-law, Zi Chuan must have changed his clothes. I'll go over there and give him medicine first."

"Well, go ahead then," said Mizukawa's mother.

Looking at Yang Ruohua's departing figure, Zijian's mother and Sun's wife said here: "Thanks to Ruohua running around here, like a backbone. If Ruohua wasn't here, I was lying in bed unable to do anything myself, I suspect my foolish son would have turned the whole house upside down, maybe even set it on fire without knowing!"

Sun smiled and said, “She is your goddaughter. It’s only right for her to serve you here.”

"My daughter, if I had given birth to a daughter like Qing'er back then, perhaps it would have been better. I wouldn't say anything else, but at least with a daughter in the family, there would be son-in-law, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. A whole family, young and old, all lively and happy."

“Look at me, I’ve raised my son all by myself, worked so hard to raise him and he even achieved fame in his studies. But now that he's grown up, he doesn't listen to me anymore. He's thirty years old and still unmarried.”

“I had him buy several maids to attend to him. This child is like he has a quirk, he wouldn't even glance at other women, let alone touch them.”

“This is what it has come to! Not only can't I even cook a meal, I can’t even light a fire. How could I possibly rest easy? I can't even close my eyes in peace. Oh well!”

When it came to this, Zichuan’s mother felt a surge of remorse in her heart. She deeply regretted that she had only pressured Mukizchuan to study and pursue academics without considering his well-being.

I couldn't bear to have him do any other chores, not even something as small as sweeping the floor. I was afraid it would distract him and take away from his study time.

Up to now, books are recited aloud. Those who hold official positions outside and have the ability are very capable.

But living a life of leisure at home, he became a complete layabout, doing nothing but extending his hand for clothes and opening his mouth for food.

Now he also wants to learn how to do it, but he can't learn it for a while. The more anxious he gets, the more clumsy he becomes.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. I raised a good son into this state. I deserve what I'm going through now. It's all self-inflicted, and I've also let down Zichuan!" Zichuan's mother wept silently.

The east room.

Mù Zichuan sat in the Taishi chair behind his writing desk, his burned hand resting on the desk before him, a large area of swelling and redness.

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Yang Ruqing stood before him, slightly bending down, carefully applying medicine to his wound.

Applying the medicine to my hand, a cool sensation spread instantly. The unbearable burning sensation gradually subsided.

Between breaths, there is still a faint fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed and clear-minded.

"I'm such a failure, I can't even light a fire properly and almost burned down the kitchen! I'm so ashamed!"

After his hand felt a little better, Mu Zi川 began to blame himself.

Yang Ruoqing's gaze remained on his back of his hand. Upon hearing this, she didn't even raise her head and gave a faint smile: "You can't say it like that. Everything has a first time, right? If you don't know how to do something, just learn. If you fail once, try twice, if you fail twice, try thrice. No one is born knowing how to start a fire and cook."

Mu Zi Chuan nodded, feeling that Yang Ruo Qing's words made sense.

“Qing’er, will you look down on me because of today’s events? Will you think I’m a failure?” Mu Zichuan asked again.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruoqing's movements paused for a moment, and she couldn't help but turn her head to glance at him.

His eyes held a mixture of careful consideration and a hint of nervousness.

He doesn't look like a successful man in his thirties at all.

... not like the eloquent Grand Qi, the youngest chancellor in court, who was full of brilliant ideas when discussing governance and stood at the head of all civil servants.

He looked before him, like a little boy who had just done something wrong. He was fragile, sensitive, and insecure.

As if her words, a single judgment, could send him to heaven or cast him into hell.

Yang Ruqing smiled gently, "Why would that be? You're talking nonsense again."

“Back then, when Tang Ya Zi first helped me out, I was the one in charge. He used to feed the fire, and we had quite a few funny accidents.”

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Upon hearing this, Mukizuka showed a hint of curiosity. "Oh, could it be that he almost set the kitchen on fire too?"

Yang Ruqing shook her head. "Not really, but at first, we weren't very in sync. When we needed a big fire, he couldn't keep up, and things like peanuts came out soft and mushy."

"But just as I was about to take the soup off the heat, he couldn't turn down the fire in time, so several times he burnt the fish, hehe..."

Saying this, she seemed to be back in that time, and she couldn't help but laugh, her eyes and eyebrows filled with joy.

Muzi Chuan listened with relish and couldn't help but laugh along.

It seems that this embarrassing thing is not something I did alone. Even someone like Feng Tang, who commands thousands of troops, has done it too, hehe. Now I have company.

A genius one second: m.

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