But Luo Xiaojing doesn't like ginger.

Flat mouth, she carefully and Leng Yu discuss: "boss, I drink half a bowl of OK?"

This is her limit!

"No way!" Leng Yu's firm refusal instantly turns Luo Xiaojing back to his original shape.

"I really can't drink so much ginger water. I'll vomit."

"Then I'll let you drink it in another way."

The coldness in the middle of the brow instantly becomes very ambiguous. Luo Xiaojing's eyes are tight and moves to the front of Liuli stage.

God's way is fatal. If you want to feed mouth to mouth

Luo Xiaojing, what are you thinking?

The red halo surged up, and the brown sugar and ginger water in the soup pot was cooked. After turning off the fire, Leng Yusheng served a bowl to Luo Xiaojing.

Carefully took over, she side reluctantly blowing heat, side with ghost spirit small eyes secretly aimed at Leng Yu: "boss, you don't ask me how the olive stone selection?"

"350 pieces of selected olivine have been put into storage."

The efficiency of the Royal ornament is really not high.

After a sip of ginger soup, Luo Xiaojing frowned at the pungent taste of ginger: "but Mr. Su and I both feel that 350 pieces of olive stone are not enough. There are too many uncertainties in carving, and the loss of perfect products is great, so I think I should go to the factory again tomorrow."

When being drenched in the rain, Luo Xiaojing still complains that working overtime is the hardest, but he forgets the time of boiling ginger soup.

Leng Yu eyebrows picked: "tomorrow is Saturday."

"So is there time?"

Did she recognize that he was reminding her that she was going to have a rest on Saturday.

As a boss, there is a time when employees who put work first should make him happy, but Leng Yu is a little annoyed at the moment.

"You'll be off tomorrow."

"Ah?" Luo Xiaojing Leng next, "abundant don't need to catch up with the progress?"

"Yes, but not short of a weekend."

"But I have nothing to do tomorrow. I'd better go to the factory..."

Leng Yu calmly interrupted: "there are still many things you need to do."

"For example?"

For example, put burn ointment on him, for example, stay in Nanyuan with him, do nothing and spend the whole day together.

But words to the mouth, Leng Yu became: "for example, let the brain rest for a few hours, and then think about flowers."

"Flowers..." Luo Xiaojing put the long ending to a close, "I have a little inspiration, but some fragmentary, probably the prototype has, but I don't know how to put it into the pen."

Leng Yu gave his judgment: "because you are too tired, the brain needs time to piece together your fragmentary inspiration."

"Is that so?"

"I said yes." Glancing at the ginger soup, Leng Yu's face sank, "drink it in one breath."

"Ah?"

"Ginger soup."

Being watched by Leng Yu for a moment, Luo Xiaojing has to drink even if she doesn't want to. She holds her nose and pours it down. As soon as she releases her bowl, she says, "I can go tomorrow..."

The word "factory" hasn't been exported yet. The microwave oven is jingling.

"Drink it and go upstairs to bed."

When did Dashen put porridge in?

The burned God is the one who needs to be taken care of.

Quickly finish the porridge, Leng Yu watched her into the room, then turned back to his own bedroom.

The pointer of the clock points to zero, and Luo Xiaojing, who gets into the quilt, shrinks. His mind is full of Leng Yu.

He went out with an umbrella to pick her up. He cooked ginger soup for her in the kitchen. He

What to do? The poison of the great God seems to be getting deeper and deeper in her.

This time, it was not threats and coercion, but her willingness. If there were no gods along the way, she would not know where she was now.

"Big God, I can only repay you with hard work."

The quilt covers the head to recite, the body weariness lets her enter the dreamland very quickly.

……

The next day.

The biological clock that has become a habit makes Luo Xiaojing open her eyes on time at seven o'clock. After waking up for a while, she is ready to get up, and her weak body protests.

Her head was dizzy and sore. She had a stuffy nose and couldn't breathe. She could only breathe with her mouth. Her throat was as dry as a fire. She moved her sour arm like a thread. She couldn't lift it.

"The ginger soup of the great God is boiled white."

The signal sent out by the body tells Luo Xiaojing that she still has a cold after being caught in the rain.

Forced to stand up, she took a big mouthful of boiled water at the head of the bed, and the discomfort in her throat was slightly relieved. She staggered downstairs.

Leng Yu didn't get up at this time. She found yesterday's leftover beef porridge in the refrigerator and put it on the pan to turn on the gas to heat it.

In fact, she has no appetite. The fierce cold seems to have taken away her appetite, but the chaotic brain reminds her that if she doesn't eat, her resistance will be weaker and her body will collapse, so she can't do anything.After a bowl of hot beef porridge, she found cold medicine in the medicine box. She didn't see what it was. She took out a few pieces and took them.

After praying for a while, she went back to her room and lay down in her soft cot, wrapped the quilt tightly and forced herself to close her eyes.

Turn over, can't sleep!

Turn over again, still can't sleep!

In her body, the devil and the angel are fighting. One tells her that no matter how to choose the carved olive stone or the design of flowers, she can't slack off. The other tells her that she should have a good rest.

Finally, the devil defeated the angel, and Luo Xiaojing got up from the bed again and went to the studio next door.

Last night's heavy rain did not disperse the dark clouds. The gray weather made the whole studio look bleak. She turned on the computer and searched for the photos of wild lily, browsing one by one.

Scattered inspiration gradually accumulated in his mind. Luo Xiaojing took the pen and paper and began to draw.

The incomplete idea made her hand-painted faster than before, but her discomfort didn't affect her much. Although she stopped painting and sometimes had to stop to revise it, she was satisfied with the overall effect.

Golden bud, orange red petals, gently swaying with the breeze, like a shy girl, shy with a little stubborn.

The tip of the pen pokes the forehead, so what kind of crystal should be used for golden and orange red?

Brazilian Topaz? Orange garnet?

What can reflect the stamen can not reflect the petal, and what is close to the petal color will weaken the stamen.

So what else is suitable for jade?

He pokes his forehead again, but his brain crashes at this time. After thinking about it for a long time, Luo Xiaojing only comes up with Hetian Yu's sugar skin material, but the smoothness of the sugar skin material can't reflect the crystal clear she wants.

Holding the hand drawing and staring at it for a moment, I still have no clue.

Knead began to rub sore eyes, eyes inadvertently swept, she suddenly found that it was almost ten o'clock.

Hesitated to go to the factory, the mobile phone on the workbench hummed and vibrated.

Shen Cong's anxious voice came through the receiver: "designer Luo..."