Nangong Mingxuan went out to the company after breakfast, and the white porridge in the kitchen was already ready, and soon, the servants brought out the white porridge and a few delicate side dishes.

Nangong Sawano stood up immediately after breakfast, and took the tray from the servant.

"Let me come. You go and get me some cold medicine and cough medicine, pour a cup of hot water, and bring it to my room." Before going upstairs, Nangong Sawano ordered the servant.

Afterwards, Nangong Sawano entered his bedroom with white porridge.

At that time, Han Xiaotu didn't seem to have woken up yet, Nangong Zeye carefully put the porridge on the table beside the bed, then stretched out his hand to gently caress Han Xiaotu's face.

"Little Rabbit—"

"Well?"

Hearing the young master's voice, Han Xiaotu subconsciously squinted his eyes, and then opened his hazy eyes.

"Get up and have breakfast. I asked the kitchen to cook porridge for you."

"Oh." Han Xiaotu fell into a drowsy sleep, subconsciously responded to the young master and slowly sat up.

"It's a little hot, be careful." The young master handed the white porridge to Han Xiaotu and told him carefully.

"Huh—" Like a child, Han Xiaotu puffed out her mouth and blew on the scooped up porridge. With reddish skin, she is as charming as a little princess who needs to be loved.

Nangong Zeye sat by the side and watched Han Xiaotu until she obediently drank the whole bowl of porridge.

"Finished."

Han Xiaotu smiled obediently at the young master, and drank the warm liquid, as if her spirit had been awakened, and the uncomfortable feeling in her nasal cavity was no longer so strong.

"Well. Then it's time to take medicine."

The young master took the bowl from Han Xiaotu's hand and put it aside, then picked up the cough medicine brought in by the servant just now.

"You have a bad cough when you catch a cold, drink some cough medicine first."

"I do not want!"

As soon as she heard that she was going to drink cough syrup, Han Xiaotu, who had been afraid of the smell since she was a child, immediately leaned back and shook her head in rejection.

"I don't want that stuff! It's too bad! I don't want it!"

"How can you get better if you don't drink the medicine? Besides, this cough medicine is not bitter, really not bitter."

Every time I heard Han Xiaotu cough, not to mention how uncomfortable she was, the young master who was a bystander felt even more distressed.So no matter what, he had to find a way to make Han Xiaotu drink the potion.

"Is it really not bitter?" Han Xiaotu asked aggrievedly with her mouth curled up.

"It's really not bitter, I won't lie to you, right?" The young master frowned.

"I don't believe you." Han Xiaotu, who had become extremely vigilant since he was ill, looked at the young master suspiciously.

"Then how can you believe that this medicine is not bitter?" The young master was helpless.

"Unless..." Han Xiaotu paused, with a determined face, "Unless you take a sip first and show me."

Han Xiaotu knew that, like herself, what the young master feared the most since childhood was injections and medicine, so the young master would definitely not be willing to test the medicine himself, so that she could escape the great pain of taking medicine.

But to Han Xiaotu's surprise, the young master scooped up a large spoonful of cough medicine and put it into his mouth without hesitation.

"Look, I drank it without even frowning. It's really not bitter."

After drinking the potion, Nangong Zeye looked at Han Xiaotu with a relaxed expression.But in fact, Nangong Sawano will be tortured to death by this cough medicine!

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