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"Wu Fan, you came out? Have you rested well?" Zhao Qi saw Wu Fan and walked up to him with a look of surprise: "How is your injury? Is it serious? Does it still hurt?"

"Injury?" Wu Fan was a little confused. He looked at Zhao Qi and then at Sun Liang behind Zhao Qi.

Sun Liang kept winking at Wu Fan, and Wu Fan immediately understood what was going on.

"Oh, the injury, it's almost healed. I rested for so long in the afternoon, and I feel much better." Wu Fan said as he moved his hands and feet in front of Zhao Qi.

"That's good." Zhao Qi said: "Here, drink it, you will recover faster."

"What is this?" Wu Fan took the thing Zhao Qi handed over and opened the lid. Suddenly, a faint strange smell floated out.

"This is soup." Zhao Qi said proudly: "This is the soup I made by myself. It took a long time. You should try it and see how it tastes."

"Soup?" Wu Fan looked at Zhao Qi and then at the liquid in the bowl in his hand.

There was indeed soup in the bowl, but it was a bit sticky, and there were some ingredients whose true identity could no longer be identified floating on the top. In addition, the faint strange smell floating up made it difficult for people to have the desire to drink it.

"Yes." Zhao Qi seemed to have noticed that her soup did not look very good, and said awkwardly: "Although it does not look very good, and it smells a bit... a bit special, but it should taste good, you try it."

"Do you really want to drink it?" Wu Fan looked at Zhao Qi with a bitter face.

"Of course."

"Okay then."

Wu Fan picked up the bowl and looked at the unknown liquid in front of him. He felt quite resistant in his heart. He looked at Sun Liang, wanting to ask Sun Liang for help, but found that Sun Liang had left without knowing when.

"Drink it."

"Really want to drink it? I think my injury has healed, and I don't need to drink it." Wu Fan was still making the last struggle.

"No, you must drink it." Zhao Qi insisted.

This is the first time I have made soup, how can I waste it?

"Okay." Seeing that there was no hope of struggling, Wu Fan, with a mood of going to die, closed his eyes, tilted his head, and poured the "soup" in the bowl directly into his mouth.

Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy...

The moment the soup entered his mouth, all kinds of flavors filled Wu Fan's mouth, almost making him spit out the soup he had already drunk.

Wu Fan never knew that a bowl of soup could contain so many flavors, and each flavor was so clear and so overbearing.

"How is it? How is it?" Zhao Qi asked Wu Fan with expectation.

Wu Fan swallowed the "soup" in his mouth with difficulty, squeezed out a smile and said: "Not bad."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I said, my soup will definitely not be bad, I still have a talent for making soup." Hearing Wu Fan's affirmation, Zhao Qi's face was full of smiles.

But Zhao Qi's words made Wu Fan's mouth twitch slightly, revealing a forced smile.

"Look at you, you just drank too fast, even if my soup tastes good, you can't drink it so fast." Zhao Qi saw a trace of soup at the corner of Wu Fan's mouth, and while speaking, she subconsciously reached out to help Wu Fan wipe it off.

However, when her hand touched the corner of Wu Fan's mouth, she suddenly realized that something was wrong, and the whole person suddenly stopped, and both cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Men and women should not be intimate!

This is in a world with more feudal ideas, not the real world.

Wu Fan also realized this quickly. He took two steps back, coughed dryly, and said, "I'll do it myself."

Zhao Qi, who was still very shy, seemed to be stimulated when she heard Wu Fan's words. She took two steps forward and stood in front of Wu Fan again. She reached out and wiped the soup from the corner of Wu Fan's mouth. Then, she quickly took two steps back and stood with her head down. Her whole face was so red that it seemed to be dripping with blood.

Wu Fan looked at Zhao Qi in a daze, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

The two fell into a strange silence.

"Ahem." Finally, Wu Fan interrupted the silence between the two with two dry coughs: "Um, when are you going back?"

"Are you going to drive me away?" Zhao Qi raised her head and looked at Wu Fan, with surprise, disappointment and anger in her eyes.

"No, I'm not going to drive you away." Wu Fan said hurriedly: "Didn't your father ask you to go back as soon as possible in the previous secret decree?"

"Don't worry about him! I won't leave." Zhao Qi said without thinking, she looked at Wu Fan steadily and said: "Unless, you drive me away." wap.

"I... How could I drive you away." Zhao Qi's eyes made Wu Fan feel guilty.

"That's fine." Zhao Qi laughed, very happy, two eyes like crescent moons: "Then you rest, I'll go back first."

"Okay." Wu Fan nodded,

Zhao Qi just took two steps, suddenly stopped, turned to look at Wu Fan and said: "What soup do you want to drink, I will continue to make it for you tomorrow."

"Ah, no need." Wu Fan wailed in pain in his heart.

"Use it, definitely use it, must use it!" Zhao Qi said, "Your injury is also related to me, I must do something."

"My injury has actually healed."

"Don't be careless, tell me, what kind of soup do you want to drink, you're welcome." Zhao Qi said.

"Whatever."

"Whatever? That's a bit difficult, I'll go back and think about it." Zhao Qi said, and then she left hopping, and it can be seen that she was in a good mood.

"My poor stomach, your days of suffering have begun." After Zhao Qi left, Wu Fan said to himself with a bitter smile.

The taste of the bowl of soup just now, Wu Fan just thought about it, it was full of sourness. He thought that it would be fine if he suffered once, but he never thought that Zhao Qi didn't want to leave here, and even seemed to like making soup, which made Wu Fan a little desperate.

His painful days seemed to have just begun.

"However, being able to let the princess make soup personally, such a treatment, I guess only the emperor can enjoy it?" Wu Fan thought, with an arc at the corner of his mouth, and he was a little happy.

If Wu Fan knew that this was the first time Zhao Qi made soup, and even the old emperor had never tasted it before, Wu Fan might feel more honored.

After Zhao Qi left, Wu Fan did not rest. Sun Liang, who had left at some point before, appeared in front of Wu Fan again.

"Sir, Mr. Li in the city, Mr. Zhao from the cloth shop in the east of the city, and Mr. Liu from the rice shop in the south of the city, came to visit you together and want to visit you." Sun Liang said.

"No." Wu Fan refused without thinking: "Just say I don't have time."

"Yes, sir." Sun Liang responded, not surprised by Wu Fan's decision.

Since the news that Wu Fan became the county magistrate of Qingyuan County yesterday, many wealthy families in the city have wanted to visit Wu Fan. Some were directly rejected by Sun Liang, while others reported to Wu Fan. However, no matter who they were, they were not able to meet Wu Fan.

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