Starting from the Possessed Shipgirl

The Kitchen Goddess was also stunned for a moment, then said with some amusement, "Is it because the food in Lexington is too delicious?"

Huang Xi pursed his lips, not knowing how to explain.

I always feel that no matter how I explain it, it is a dark history.

In the end, he just sat on the stool obediently and didn't move.

"Don't move."

The Kitchen Goddess didn't pay much attention to it and just gave a warning.

Then she squatted in front of him, lifted up his sportswear, reached her hand under the hem of the clothes, and pressed gently.

Her hands were slender and slightly cool.

First, she gently pressed his right abdomen, and then gently pressed his left abdomen.

There is an indescribable feeling when smooth fingers slide across the skin.

"How do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" asked the Kitchen Goddess.

"It's a little itchy." Huang Xi said awkwardly with a slightly red face.

"Just take it, there shouldn't be any big problem." The female god smiled, took her hand out, and patted Huang Xi's belly gently.

"DuangDuang——"

A thick and solid voice suddenly sounded.

Huang Xi's old face turned red, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Yorktown, who was sitting not far away, couldn't help but smile. He turned his face away and covered his mouth with his hands to chuckle.

The Kitchen Goddess said with a smile, "You have a really round belly. I'll put the stethoscope in there. It'll be a bit cold."

Huang Xi nodded awkwardly, and before he could react, a cold touch fell on his lower abdomen, and then it scurried around like a snake.

He shuddered subconsciously and almost uncontrollably wanted to stand up and leave the clinic.

Strange, so strange.

Isn't Saratoga a regular aircraft carrier?

Why am I being treated like a child?

The female kitchen god had already withdrawn her head and said with a smile, "It's no big deal. I'll get you some digestive tablets."

Huang Xi paused, and finally sat on the small stool with a red face, and nodded obediently, "Hmm..."

"Remember not to be too greedy in the future. Even if the food in Lexington is delicious, you still need to be moderate."

"Um……"

"Okay, go ahead, I won't tell your sister."

The Kitchen Goddess smiled, rubbed his head again, and then patted his belly with her backhand.

Huang Xi nodded sullenly, already somewhat numb, and only whispered, "Thank you, Kitchen Goddess."

“Mm, how cute!”

Huang Xi did not answer, but took the pills and left the clinic as if escaping.

Almost as soon as he left, with the door curtain still swaying slightly, he heard two gentle and brilliant smiles coming from the clinic.

“It’s really… too much!”

Huang Xi said angrily, but his eyes unconsciously fell on the pills in his hand and he frowned immediately.

Why is this digestive tablet completely white?

Chapter 034 Do you look down on me?

Well known.

There are many types of pills.

Good medicine tastes bitter, and original pills are generally extremely bitter.

In order to make it easier to take, most of them are made into capsules, or coated with a layer of sugar, or even directly added with ingredients to make the tablets as delicious as candy.

But sometimes, pills will reveal their cold nature without any concealment.

That is its pale and bitter side.

It is probably the thing Huang Xi is holding in his hand now.

"Digestive tablets shouldn't be bitter, right?"

He thought with some confusion, took out a pill and put it in his mouth.

"vomit--"

As soon as he put it in, his body spontaneously resisted. Before Huang Xi could even react, he spat out the pill.

bitter!

It tastes more bitter than normal pills.

Even more bitter than any pill he had ever taken.

He frowned like a bitter gourd, totally confused. Why is a digestive tablet so bitter?

Or is it because of the Saratoga flavor?

He felt that it should be the latter. As a digestive tablet, even if it tasted a bit bitter, it shouldn't be so exaggerated.

"It's a bit difficult now."

Huang Xi thought about it in a tangled way and looked at the pills in the bag again.

It would have been fine if I hadn't looked at it. But when I looked at it, the bitter taste seemed to appear out of nowhere and began to spread directly in my mouth.

"What a ghost."

Huang Xi looked away, feeling conflicted, and took out another pill as if he didn't believe it.

He closed his eyes and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

He moved quickly, swallowing it in one gulp with great willpower and a determination not to leave himself any way out.

Then I felt the pill stuck in my throat and a strong bitter taste began to spread.

"Ahem, ugh—"

His eyes widened instantly, and he supported himself on the wall with one hand, trying desperately to cough out the pill stuck in his throat, but the bitter taste only spread more widely in his mouth.

This went on for a long time.

The pill stuck on his throat seemed to be finally satisfied and was spat out with his cough.

"Hu-hu-"

Huang Xi gasped for breath, and after calming down for a long time, he glanced at the medicine box in his hand with some fear.

This digestive tablet is really exaggerated!

This is not a question of perseverance.

In other words, this is not just his problem.

It's still a problem between him and Saratoga.

The latter was extremely resistant to the bitter taste of the pill, which made it impossible for him to swallow it.

"At least you need some water."

He looked up at the clinic in front of him.

There must be water in the clinic, but when he thought of the goddess of the kitchen and Yorktown inside, he felt a little resistant.

This time it wasn't Saratoga, it was mainly because he was resisting.

Huang Xi shook his head, turned and walked to the side, then saw a coffee shop on the corner, which should be a coffee shop.

The shops in the port area have no signs. Through the dark glass, you can see the counters inside, the tables and chairs in the hall on the right, and a few ship girls sitting sparsely.

"If it's a cafe, there should be other drinks."

Huang Xi pushed open the door, and the sound of a clear bell suddenly rang above his head.

He looked up at the still ringing bell with a little curiosity, then walked towards the counter.

But before I even reached the counter, I heard a voice with a weird smile coming from the side, "Saratoga, what are you doing here?"

"I...I'll find something to drink." Huang Xi said subconsciously, and then looked towards the place where the sound came from.

I saw a girl with short silver hair sitting on a high stool in front of the counter. She was wearing half-palm gloves and shaking a wide-mouthed, thick-bottomed wine glass with brown-red wine sloshing in it.

Washington, drinking, is this a bar?

Huang Xi reacted, probably knowing that there was some misunderstanding in his words just now, and then explained, "Just want some cold water, I'll take some medicine."

"Take medicine? Are you feeling unwell, Sara-chan?"

Chicago, dressed as a bartender, asked as he stood at the counter, took an empty glass, poured a glass of cold water and brought it over.

"Thank you. My digestion isn't very good today." Huang Xi said with a smile and reached out to take it.

But before he could touch it, a slender hand reached out and handed a glass of light brown wine to Huang Xi.

"Drinking cold water is so boring, drink this instead!"

Washington said with a smile, his delicate face flushed, probably because he was drunk.

The pungent smell of alcohol hit me in the face.

Huang Xi is naturally not afraid of drinking, but the problem is that he is in Saratoga now.

I just smelled it and I felt a little dizzy. If I drink it, I will probably fall asleep right away, right?

Thinking of this, he grinned and politely rejected Washington's kindness, "Forget it, forget it, Sister Sarah can just drink some plain water."

However, Washington does not seem to give up.

Instead, he leaned closer, raised his eyelids, and stared at Huang Xi with his blue eyes, "Do you look down on me?"

"Uh?"

Huang Xi was stunned for a moment. Does the ship girl also use the trick of urging people to drink?

Chicago stood behind the counter, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Washington, you are drunk."

"Are you drunk? Why don't I feel anything?" Washington shook his head dazedly, gritting his teeth, as if he was struggling. "Tell me, why did such a perfect plan fail?!"

"What plan?" Huang Xi asked subconsciously in confusion.

But Washington seemed to react, looked up and glanced at him, and asked warily, "How do you know there is a plan?"

Didn’t you just say that?

Huang Xi was speechless, and at the same time, he tiptoed to leave the counter and get a little further away from Washington.

However, the latter came over directly, put his arm around his shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "Where do you want to go? You haven't drunk your wine yet?"

"I don't drink..."

Huang Xi said weakly, but he felt as if he had no ability to resist.

Washington was much taller than him and had big arms as well, so he held Huang Xi like a little rag doll.

Facial cleanser, facial cleanser again, how many times have I done this...

Huang Xi thought with discontent in his heart.

As the saying goes, the first time is new, the second time is familiar. He had no idea how many times this had happened. He felt nothing in his heart, but he felt like he was going to vomit the food he had eaten at noon.

"How can you not drink? You were the one who wanted to find something to drink... What's so annoying?"

Washington let go of Huang Xi with a little confusion. His face flushed and his eyes dimly stared at him. He looked him up and down in confusion for a long time, and finally asked, "What's in your clothes? Why is it so hard?"

Chapter 035 Do You Really Think That's a Siren?

"Washington, you are really drunk."