Black Emperor's Burning New Beloved

Luo Jiu used to put the two heat preservation barrels in his hand on the tea table. He just opened the cover of a heat preservation barrel. A strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine suddenly rushed into several people's noses!

Several people smell such a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine. They almost have the impulse to vomit

"Well, Miss Luo, is this Chinese medicine for us?" Yanfeng asked her with a bitter smile. It's good to take western medicine yourself. I really don't want to drink Chinese medicine!

"You guys, because I was injured, I specially cooked these nutritious soup to supplement your body. Don't worry, it's not all traditional Chinese medicine. It's actually chicken soup!"

Luo Jiu smiled and took out three small bowls. Each bowl was full for fear that he would treat them badly.

Ying FeiMo thought silently that he couldn't cook the chicken soup into this taste without admiration! However, seeing her soup making process, I resolutely don't drink

"I'm very strong. I can support this little injury. I don't have to mend it. Yanfeng, you're weaker. You'd better drink more!"

Leng Feng looks at the dark soup in her bowl like poison. Is she sure it's chicken soup?

I've never had chicken soup, and I've never seen black chicken soup!

"Who says I'm weak? Do you want me to take off my clothes and compare with you? I think your injury is heavier than me. You'd better drink those chicken soup so that your injury can recover faster!"

Yan Feng looked at the soup poured out by Luo Jiu, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his body. This is not only that the color of the chicken soup is not good-looking, but also that the taste is intoxicating.

When Miss Luo didn't lose her memory before, she was still very reliable. But since she lost her memory, she seems to be very unreliable!

"Where am I badly hurt? Even if you stab me ten more times, I can't die!" Leng Feng resolutely fought back with him and said not to drink the soup.

Luo Jiu looked at the two men and gritted his teeth secretly. Are they disgusting with their own soup? Shit, I've been busy all morning for their injuries!

"You two men... Everyone gives me two bowls! Don't you know that I bought more than ten or twenty live chickens to keep in the villa in order to make this soup?"

"Before you get well, give me a chicken soup every day!" Luo jiunu looked at them and shouted.

She was so kind to them that she dared not appreciate it

"Poof..." Ying FeiMo couldn't help laughing when he remembered that there were so many live chickens waiting for them in the villa.

"What are you laughing at? You're hurt, too. You want to drink a bowl."

Luo Jiu said to her husband that she dared to guarantee with her conscience that this soup is definitely a holy product for tonifying the body, not a poison. What are they so afraid of doing?

"Cough... I don't need it. I'm just scratched in several places. Besides, you've cooked a little soup. You'd better save it for Yanfeng and Lengfeng to make it up!"

"You see how badly they are injured. They are still lying in the hospital. They must make up for it!" should not be Mo's shirking in every way, not that he doesn't support her soup, but that he really doesn't dare to drink it.

When Yanfeng and Lengfeng heard the boss's words, they suddenly became stiff. They had a particularly bad hunch that they should not even drink the things cooked by their wife. Doesn't this mean that the soup is unreliable?

"Ying Shao, you are our boss. If you don't drink, where dare we drink?" Leng Feng smiled at his boss and said boldly.

Ying FeiMo bared his teeth to him, smelly boy

Luo Jiu's heart is really hurt. No matter what, his soup has been cooked. Can't you throw it away? She was very angry, picked up a bowl, personally went to Ying FeiMo, gritted her teeth and called him:

"Husband, do you want to drink?"

With this sound, Ying FeiMo really couldn't throw the bowl away. He had to take the bowl, angrily looked at the two men on the hospital bed, worked hard, opened his mouth and poured the bowl of soup into his mouth

Shit, where is chicken soup? It's just like drinking the most difficult traditional Chinese medicine. The taste is especially strong!

When she put traditional Chinese medicine into the pot, he said that this kind of medicine can't be put casually. She just didn't listen and said that more can be made up

I hope it's just a tonic. There are no other side effects.

Ying FeiMo finished his drink, put the bowl on the tea table, looked at the two men on the bed and said to Luo Jiu:

"Well, although the soup smells a little bad, it's really good. Give them two bowls and let them drink two more bowls. Their injuries will be better soon!"

"Well, OK." Luo Jiu was happy. He immediately ran over, picked up a bowl in one hand, went to Lengfeng's hospital bed and shouted:

"Don't you go on? I'm all for your good! If you don't obey, drink three bowls a day!"

Leng Feng listened to her words, pulled at the corners of his mouth, quickly caught the bowl and said: "this kind of tonic is not good for your health if you drink too much. In fact, one bowl is enough..."

With that, he held his breath, learned from the boss and poured the soup into his mouth! His face at this time is more ugly than fighting on the battlefield

Luo Jiu was happy to see that he drank the soup obediently, and then took the remaining half bowl to Yanfeng. Yanfeng saw that the boss and Lengfeng had drunk it. Can he find a reason not to drink it?

Yanfeng looked like he was determined to go to the battlefield and die. He drank the soup in the bowl

"Yes, just drink it. I made you tonic soup, not poison. Why are you so afraid? By the way, there's still some in the thermos bucket. I'll share it with you!"

Luo Jiu said happily, immediately ran to pour two more bowls, and asked Ying FeiMo, "do you want to drink another bowl? There's a lot of soup."

"No, I ate too much in the morning. I can't drink now. I'd better make it up for them both!" Ying FeiMo waved his hand immediately.

Leng Feng and Yan Feng looked at the boss, and a row of black lines fell on their forehead. The soup had better be normal, or they would... Cry to the boss!

Luo Jiu didn't force his husband either. He took the remaining two bowls to Leng Feng and Yan Feng. After watching them drink with his own eyes, he was relieved.

"By the way, are you leaving the hospital today?" she asked Ying FeiMo. She thought it was too unsafe to stay in the hospital after what happened last night.

If their injuries are stable, it's better to go back to the villa and keep them.

"Leave the hospital, I'll send someone to do it later." Ying FeiMo thought the same as her, and didn't plan to stay in the hospital for a long time.

Luo Jiu nodded. While cleaning up the bowl on the tea table, he asked him, "have you seen jovier since you came to the hospital? I don't know how her injury is."

"I just hurt my arm. I can't die." Ying FeiMo was full of vigilance towards the woman. Naturally, he didn't have a good impression.