Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 157

Feng Qian took another step closer and said, "Isn't it? I'm a doctor. In my eyes, there are two kinds of people, one is sick, and the other is not sick. If you are sick, treat them, if you are not, get out! I I'm busy, you think I'm free?"

The person in the tent snorted and said angrily: "You don't have to heal me, I didn't ask you!"

Feng Qian nodded: "You didn't ask me, it was me who was cheap, I asked for trouble, okay?"

The people in the tent muttered dissatisfiedly: "Why are you so different from those doctors? Can you really detoxify?"

"Are you questioning my medical skills? Then let me prove it to you!" Feng Qian suddenly strode forward and stretched out her hand to lift the curtain.

Even though she was mentally prepared, Feng Qian was shocked the moment she saw the boy!
The boy was also frightened, and quickly pulled up the quilt, trying to cover his unusual breasts.

Feng Qian stretched out her hand to stop him, fixed her eyes on his chest, and observed carefully.

This is a pair of gigantic breasts that are even more plump than a woman's. At first glance, they are really shocking!
"What are you doing?" Han Chuqiu glared at her angrily. He was shocked and felt offended.

Not only did Feng Qian not let go, but she reached out and pressed his chest: "Does it hurt?"

Han Chuqiu snorted, angry and ashamed, blushing: "Get out, I don't want you to be treated!"

Only then did Feng Qian shift her gaze from his chest to his face. The young man looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, young and beautiful, with a delicate and fair face flushed red, his eyes glaring angrily, and his lips tightly lined. She pursed her lips slightly, and her nose contracted, as if every expression expressed his anger, but she still thought he was cute and couldn't help teasing him: "Oh, I'm afraid it's too late, haven't you heard a word? Asking God is easy and sending God away is difficult."

"You...you..." Han Chuqiu was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Feng Qian twitched the corner of her mouth, then grabbed his wrist and checked his pulse. While struggling, Han Chuqiu shouted to the outside: "Come here, come here! I don't want her to see a doctor anymore, you drive her away quickly." go out!"

"Miss Feng, what's the matter?" Taifu Han wanted to break in again, but was stopped by Han Linyue again.

"Grandpa, don't be impulsive! Haven't you noticed that Xiaoqiu is more like a normal person now than ever?"

Surprise the dreamer with one word!

Taifu Han suddenly realized that, indeed, before this, Qiu'er had nothing to love, no trace of anger, nothing but despair, it was heartbreaking to see, now that he finally looks like a normal person again, he should be happy.

But he still said unforgivingly: "This girl Feng, can't she speak well and treat her illness well?"

Feng Qian ignored Han Chuqiu's protest at all, and pinched his chin again, saying, "Open your mouth and let me see your tongue coating!"

Han Chuqiu deliberately confronted her, with his lips tightly closed, when someone suddenly attacked his chest, causing him to cry out in pain.

Feng Qian suppressed her smile and said, "Okay, I have roughly grasped your situation, just wait for my good news!"

Han Chuqiu shielded his chest and glared at her angrily: "You...you rascal!"

Feng Qian clapped her hands, got up and said, "Okay, I, the female hooligan, are going to prepare an antidote for you now, you'd better support me, don't hang up early!"

Han Chuqiu yelled at her angrily: "I don't know how to hang up! I want to expose the true face of you, a fake doctor!"

With a slight smile, Feng Qian turned and left the room.

When Taifu Han saw her coming out, he was about to step forward to scold her. Han Linyue took the first step and asked, "Miss Feng, how is it? Is my brother poisoned? Can you cure it?"

Feng Qian didn't answer directly: "Miss Han, can you take me to the spiritual material field again?"

Han Linyue waved her hand quickly: "Please follow me."

Seeing this, the doctor also followed.

Taifu Han did not follow, but entered the room, wanting to comfort his grandson: "Qiu'er, don't be angry! That stinky girl has a notoriously poisonous tongue, and the old man has long since disliked her! She'd better be able to Cure your illness, otherwise Grandpa will never end with her!"

At this time, Han Chuqiu calmed down, and his beautiful eyes shot out a look that he had never seen before: "Grandpa, I have a very strange feeling that this girl Feng is a person with real skills. Maybe, she can really do it." Heal my sickness."

Taifu Han was surprised, he didn't expect his grandson not only to not be angry with Miss Feng, but to have hope for her. Seeing his grandson had the desire to survive again, a surge of heat suddenly surged in his heart, and his eyes were slightly moist.

Feng Qian followed Han Linyue back to the spiritual material field. She studied the one-acre rice field carefully, and suddenly came to a decision: "Miss Han, can I trouble you to find someone to help me harvest the rice, and then grind the rice into rice?"

Han Linyue was shocked: "Miss Feng, you are going to..."

Feng Qian said, "I'm going to make rice out of these rice and feed it to your brother!"

Han Linyue was stunned for a long time, and finally came to her senses: "But Miss Feng, didn't you say that this is snake mist cloud rice, which is poisonous?"

Feng Qian said: "Yes! Snake Mist Cloud rice is indeed poisonous, but it is its outer shell that is poisonous, but the rice inside is not poisonous. Not only is it not poisonous, but it is also the antidote!"

"The antidote?" Han Linyue was surprised.

Feng Qian said with certainty: "That's right, it's the antidote!"

The doctor listened to him, and suddenly realized: "I understand! All things generate and restrain each other. Where there is poison, there must be an antidote! I just didn't expect this snake mist cloud rice to be so special. The shell is the poison, and the rice is the antidote! It's so strange, so strange." !"

Even the doctor said so, Han Linyue had no doubts, and immediately ordered the servants to do it.

Feng Qian did not forget to ask: "Tell them to be careful, and never mix the shells with the rice!"

Han Linyue understood immediately: "Understood, I will personally supervise!"

An hour later, a bucket of snake mist and cloud rice came out. The grains were full and crystal clear. What's more rare was that the spiritual energy was abundant, with a faint blue spiritual energy attached to it, which turned out to be a fifth-grade spiritual material!

This is the highest level of spiritual material that Feng Qian has encountered since she came into contact with spiritual material!
Use it to make egg fried rice, it must be delicious!
She couldn't help salivating.

Taifu Han stared at the rice in her hand, skeptical: "Are you sure this rice is not poisonous?"

Feng Qian shrugged her shoulders and said, "Anyway, Young Master Han has already been poisoned, the worst is to add poison to the poison, and how bad can it be in the end?"

Taifu Han blew his beard and stared: "You stinky girl, can't you talk well? You have to piss me off to be happy?"

Feng Qian curled her lips: "I can't help it. When I saw you, I thought of that fake civet. I really can't say anything nice!"

Taifu Han's face flushed instantly, he hesitated to speak.

Han Linyue looked at the two of them left and right, and couldn't help laughing: "Why do I look at it, you are more like grandparents and grandchildren? I am like an outsider!"

(End of this chapter)