Black Emperor's Burning New Beloved

Since the young lady wants to make soup for the young master in person, she must make up for it! With a smile, the servant immediately ran to the warehouse and found a lot of traditional Chinese medicine for tonifying the kidney.

Luo Jiu was in the kitchen. She had just put on her apron, rolled up her sleeves and was ready to show off her skills. She had never cooked for him since He Ying Fei Mo came back here.

He's also hurt this time. You can make it up for him!

Seeing that the servant had brought so many Chinese herbal medicines, she asked her suspiciously, "are these all for the body? Do you want to use them all?"

"Yes, these are all tonic for the body. The medicine is absolutely good. Please rest assured, Mrs. Shao! Later, I'll tell Mrs. Shao how to mix and how much to put in. Does Mrs. Shao want to make bone soup or chicken soup?" the servant asked her.

Luo Jiu touched his chin and thought. It seems that the chicken soup is more fragrant?

"Let's have chicken soup. Do you have chicken? You won't have to buy it in the vegetable market?" Luo Jiu didn't find chicken in the villa or in the refrigerator.

"There is no chicken now. Madam, you and your husband have breakfast first. I'll buy it now and you can cook it later," the servant said to her.

Luo Jiu thought, "it's OK, then go quickly. By the way, you buy me more live old hens and keep them in the villa. It's convenient and fresh to use when making soup in the future!"

Should this villa be so big, isn't it more than enough to raise a few old hens? Maybe you can fatten the chicken!

Now there are so many injuries suddenly. It seems that it won't take a few chickens for a few days? She thought for a moment, then stopped the servant and said:

"Why don't you buy more than ten or twenty chickens back? Anyway, you have to make soup every day during this time, so you don't have to go out to buy trouble."

"Ah?" the servant listened to her words and was a little stunned.

The young master usually doesn't like those small animals, and the smell of chicken excrement is also very big. I don't know if the young master will blame them then?

"You what? I told you to go. I'll make soup later. Hurry up and buy more!" Luo Jiu waved to her and urged her.

The servant had to listen to her orders and hurried out. If the young master blamed him, there would be a young lady to support him.

When Luo Jiu quietly got up, Ying FeiMo, who was lying in bed, didn't wake up. Since she was standing in the kitchen now, she planned to make him breakfast first

They usually have a rich breakfast, including porridge, sandwiches, bread, steak, milk, fried eggs and so on. Luo Jiu found himself a little fat every day.

"Young lady, you go out to have a rest first, and I'll make breakfast?" another servant said respectfully to her.

"No, you go out and do other things. I'll make breakfast this morning!" Luo Jiu rolled his sleeve and sent her away. He is Ying FeiMo's wife. His wife should look like a wife.

She felt very happy to cook for him!

"Well... Well, what can I do for you, young lady?"

The servant bowed down to her and withdrew from the kitchen. In other words, the young lady has never been in the kitchen. I don't know if she can cook?

Later, sir will get up and come down. What if you don't have breakfast?

Luo Jiu saw that she had gone out and learned to be a servant. He was going to cook a pot of porridge first, and then make two sandwiches, fried eggs, fried steak and so on. Even today

Upstairs in the bedroom, Ying FeiMo turned over and reached out to touch the position around him. He didn't touch the imaginary fragrant soft body for a long time. He couldn't help opening his eyes and taking a look. Where's Luo Jiu?

Usually, she gets up when she gets up. Why did she get up so early today?

"Luo Jiu? Where have you been?" Ying FeiMo sat up from the bed and shouted. No one answered, so he had to get out of bed, put on a bathrobe and went downstairs.

The servant downstairs saw him coming down and respectfully asked, "Sir, you're coming down..."

"Where's Mrs. Shao? Where has she gone?" Ying FeiMo didn't see her on the first floor and couldn't help worrying. She won't run to the hospital alone, will she? What if you meet bad people on the road!

Those bad guys are not like ordinary elm fools, but they can calculate very well.

"Oh, the young lady is in the kitchen. She said she would make breakfast for you herself this morning!" the servant smiled and said to him.

"Oh?" Ying FeiMo was surprised that she had to cook breakfast for herself. She was looking forward to it

He didn't bother her in the kitchen, so he sat on the sofa, watching the morning financial news and waiting for her breakfast. The servant poured him a cup of tea.

Last night, he sent many people out to track down the bad guy, but there was still no result. All the people had been lost, and he could only accept this reality. What else could he do?

Half an hour later, a disheveled woman came out of the kitchen with a big pot in her hand. When she saw the man sitting on the sofa, she called him:

"Are you up? I still want to call you upstairs. Come and have breakfast. I'll make soup and take it to the hospital later."

Ying FeiMo turned back, looked at her with a smile and asked, "you didn't send anything in the food? In case you accidentally poisoned me, you'll be widowed!"

"Why don't you trust me so much? Otherwise, don't eat! I cooked smoothly this morning. It must be more delicious than the servant!" she said confidently and put the pot on the table.

Ying FeiMo nodded, walked over and sat down at the table. She opened the lid of the porridge pot. Suddenly, a smell of seafood came to her face. It smelled really delicious.

"Don't you get the dishes and chopsticks?" smelling the smell, he looked forward to it more. He didn't expect that his killer wife could cook a good meal!

"OK, wait a minute. I also made sandwiches and fried eggs."

Luo Jiu looked at his happy appearance and felt very happy. He immediately ran to the kitchen and took out the rest, and then personally gave him a bowl of selling porridge.

"It must be delicious when you look at it. Try it quickly." Luo Jiu put the bowl in front of him, handed him a spoon and looked at him expectantly.

Ying FeiMo smiled at her, scooped a spoonful of porridge on the porridge surface and put it into his mouth. The next moment, his face changed slightly. A mouthful of porridge was wrapped in his mouth and couldn't swallow it if he wanted to

He usually has very high requirements for food. At this time, this porridge really breaks his fantasy about food! He wondered how she mixed sugar and salt into it?

The taste is really greasy, sweet and dead salty. It's hard to swallow!

"How about it? Is it delicious? Don't lie to me. It's not delicious!"

Luo Jiu looked at his ugly face and thought he must be teasing himself. The porridge smells delicious. It can't be delicious.