mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 287 Zhao Guoan's Request
Xiao Feng tried to take a sip, the taste was not strong, and there was no throat hit of flue-cured tobacco, it was not very different from normal breathing, it felt like a mint candy in his mouth, refreshing and refreshing.

If you savor it carefully, you can still feel a faint fragrance. As for moistening the lungs and relieving cough, it can only be classified as a psychological suggestion, at least there is no obvious feeling.

To sum up, this kind of cigarette is only suitable for non-smokers. Smokers will feel boring, and there is no difference between smoking and not smoking.

"How is it? Does it feel good?" The little girl asked enthusiastically.

"It's not good at all!" Xiao Feng said with a dark face: "Don't be lazy, go back and continue practicing."

It's not intentional deception, but the age of the little girl, who is curious about the world, wants to try all kinds of new things, naturally Xiao Feng can't give her the impression that she enjoys smoking.

"Oh..." The little girl shook her head in disappointment, and walked back obediently.

After taking a puff, Xiao Feng put the cigarette holder on the table, the green smoke curled up, gathered and dispersed, leaving only a faint lingering fragrance in the air.

At this time, Zhao Guoan opened the food box: "I almost forgot, I cooked this pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, you tell them to stop for a while, come over and eat something while it's hot before continuing?"

"Thank you, but their meal time hasn't come yet." Xiao Feng paused, and then said: "You have already delivered it, it would be a waste of your thought not to eat it, how about it, I can eat it!"

As he spoke, he took out the casserole inside, poured the steaming porridge into a porcelain bowl, and ate it.

"..." Looking at Xiao Feng, who finished a casserole of porridge without much effort, Zhao Guoan really didn't know what to say, so he could only ask tentatively, "Did you find anything wrong with the food?"

"Hmm..." Xiao Feng pouted his mouth and replied, "The taste is quite good!"

"What else?" Zhao Guoan's face was black.

"Not poisonous." Xiao Feng continued to reply.

"..." Zhao Guoan wanted to cry, but he didn't know whether the porridge he cooked was poisonous or not?
The key question is not whether it is poisonous or not!
Just when I felt that all my painstaking efforts were in vain, I heard Xiao Feng say: "Besides these, there are some traditional Chinese medicines in it. The effect is to restore physical strength quickly, so as not to damage the root cause of severe physical exhaustion."

"Finally it's not in vain!" Zhao Guoan said with some relief, but he obviously felt that he had to have a strong heart to talk to Xiao Feng. This roller coaster ride was full of twists and turns, and he couldn't bear it if he didn't have the ability to bear it.

However, there was one thing that Zhao Guoan couldn't figure out: "Since Mr. Xiao has found the benefits of my pot of porridge, why should he enjoy it all to himself?"

Xiao Feng pondered for a while, and replied: "Because you have never tasted our food."

"Oh?" Zhao Guoan regained his spirits: "Then I have a thick skin..."

Before finishing speaking, Xiao Feng interrupted: "Don't be thick-skinned, I didn't prepare your share."

"..." Zhao Guoan almost didn't choke to death, why are you not afraid of being beaten if you are so straightforward?

But looking at the four people who were practicing not far away, it seemed that he might not even be able to beat the worst beauty.

Seeing Zhao Guoan's constipated face, Xiao Feng smiled and said, "Just kidding, don't take it too seriously, I'll give you my share later, I'm almost full anyway."

Zhao Guoan's smile is a little stiff, co-author, if you are not full, you still don't plan to let me stay for dinner?
During the chat, it was finally time for breakfast. Sitting at the dining table, Zhao Guoan briefly introduced himself, then put a chopstick of pickled vegetables in his mouth, and immediately widened his eyes: "Damn!"

Everyone was taken aback, looking at Zhao Guoan with weird eyes, and swearing in their hearts, what's wrong with this person, isn't he just eating pickles, no matter whether it is delicious or not, he will never swear.

However, Xiao Feng nodded slowly, and it was only at this time that he was sure that Zhao Guoan really had two brushes in his hand.

"Mr. Xiao, what's in it is..." Zhao Guoan said with a serious face.

Xiao Feng said with a smile: "Don't just eat vegetables, drink porridge, try our porridge here."

Seeing that Xiao Feng refused to answer, Zhao Guoan had no choice but to look at the porridge bowl, picked it up and asked, and immediately asked in surprise, "Huh?"

Everyone paused again, this time they were really impatient, eating was delicious, what's the matter with being surprised?

After taking a sip, Zhao Guoan stood up suddenly, but before he could speak, the little girl slapped the chopsticks on the table and made a "pop" sound: "What's the matter with you? You always make a fuss when you eat of."

"Little girl, do you know what's in it?" Zhao Guoan said solemnly.

"Tch!" The little girl curled her lips in disdain: "Isn't it just a thousand-year-old ginseng, we are like this all the time, what's so great about it?"

boom!
"..." Zhao Guoan looked at the little girl in disbelief, his jaw almost dropped from shock.

Isn't it Millennium Ginseng?
Is this always the case?

What's so amazing?
Why do you say that thousand-year-old ginseng is like a big white radish in your house?
Zhao Guoan really wanted to ask "Are you serious?", but after thinking about it, he suppressed this impulse, otherwise his fragile heart would stop beating when he heard something shocking.

It took a long time for Zhao Guoan to calm down, but Du Qingyue and others had already cleaned up the dishes and went to the yard to consolidate their training.

"Mr. Xiao, no! Brother Xiao, I have a request, please agree." Zhao Guoan said solemnly.

"Say." Xiao Feng cherished his words like gold, and he had already guessed what Zhao Guoan's request was, because from the previous conversation in the yard, Zhao Guoan was obviously a person who knew how to measure, and he could make such a serious request. Requests, answers are imminent.

"Can you let me take a look at the thousand-year-old ginseng?" Zhao Guoan let out a long breath and said, "As long as Brother Xiao promises, I, Zhao Guoan, will do my best to help wherever it is useful to me in the future."

"It's easy to say, easy to say." Xiao Feng was waiting for these words, and waved to Zhao Guoan: "Come with me."

Saying that, he took the lead in walking towards the kitchen with the door open.

Zhao Guoan followed behind with some suspicion. An important thing like thousand-year-old ginseng should at least be hidden in a secret room or a secret compartment. Could it be that the secret compartment is in the kitchen?
Well, it's not impossible.

As the saying goes, a hidden place is hidden in the city, and the more hidden it is, the easier it is to be found, but it is often easy to be ignored when placed in front of the eyes.

It's dark under the lights, that's why!

"Should I turn my back?" Zhao Guoan asked cautiously. After all, the mechanism was going to be turned on next, so he didn't think that was the case.

"Why are you carrying it on your back?" Xiao Feng was puzzled.

"Uh... don't you need to control any mechanism?" Zhao Guoan wondered.

Xiao Feng was a little amused: "Have you watched too many movies? In what age do you still use the mechanism, so you don't have to turn your back on it."

"Thank you, brother Xiao!" Zhao Guoan thanked earnestly, and at the same time was a little moved.

In his opinion, how much trust does it take to be able to show him the hiding place of the thousand-year-old ginseng without reservation?
Then, amidst this deep emotion, I saw Xiao Feng raised his hand to open the door of the cabinet, and then took out a long and narrow sandalwood box from inside.

"Thousands, the thousand-year-old ginseng... is in this box?" Zhao Guoan couldn't believe it.

Xiao Feng nodded to confirm: "It's in the box."

(End of this chapter)