"I knew it was easy to get hungry on a liquid diet, so I said hello before I came. Xia He grabbed himself and asked, and before he sat down, Zheng Ran gave Xia He an answer.

Fortunately, the soup is different every day, so Xia He won't be too bored, but she hasn't eaten as much as she did in the past two days.

"Don't stare at what is in my bowl and eat your own. Zheng Ran helped her change to a bigger spoon, the size of Xia He's fist.

"Just one piece, stir-fry the meat!" Xia He compared one by one, looking at Zheng Ran pitifully.

"No!" Zheng Ran refused without a trace of hesitation.

In the past two days, from duck meat to fish, from river fresh food to seafood, from a small bowl to a piece, and now it is directly a small piece, Xia He retreated step by step, but he could only be greedy.

"It's so cruel!" Xia He bit his spoon and stared unwillingly at a stack of fried meat with sharp peppers.

The doctor repeatedly ordered that he could not eat fish, eggs, milk, sour and spicy and other irritating things, and now Xia He's mouth was always faint, and he felt like he was going to lose his taste buds.

"There are even more cruel ones, do you want to hear them?" Zheng Ran leaned sideways to help Xia He wipe the corners of his mouth.

"What, don't tell me I can't even eat stewed ribs!" Xia He scooped up a piece of ribs with a spoon, hesitated, and didn't take it directly.

"You're going to have to drink medicine in a while!" Zheng Ran took out a thermos cup from the small bag behind Xia He's wheelchair and put it in front of Xia He.

Xia He pursed his lips and looked at Zheng Ran, but the spoon in his hand reached into his bowl. Zheng Ran hooked the corners of his mouth and patted the back of Xia He's hand very friendly, and the hand that was about to steal food shrank back stupidly.

"I can't even feel the taste, so I'll eat a small piece!" Xia He wrinkled his face, very unhappy.

Zheng Ran touched her head and helped her pick up a piece of winter melon from the soup: "You can't just eat meat." "Wonderful book

The two tooling groups ate quickly, and after eating, they left with their bodies, leaving Zheng Ran and Xia He to treat the dining table as a battlefield, and the two spoons and chopsticks were weapons, and after confronting each other for a while, Xia He was defeated.

The tooling team quickly returned, with a bottle and two regular glasses.

"Mr. Zheng, what you want. ”

Zheng Ran received it in his hand, and after thanking the two, he unscrewed the thermos cup and poured two cups of Chinese medicine. Unscrewed the small bottle again, poured some things into the medicine, stirred it with a small spoon, and then handed it to Xia He.

"Add honey, try?" Zheng Ran's tone was a little coaxing, like to a child who didn't want to eat.

Xia He hesitated, tasted it carefully, and found that the taste was unexpectedly good, the entrance was smooth, and the smell of traditional Chinese medicine was neutralized, and it was not so bad when it was close to the nose.

"Not bad. Xia He drank two cups in one go, and she drank so refreshingly for the first time with medicine.

"This is Fang Zeyu's bee garden, the honey produced every year is directly bottled and sealed, and sent to Fang Zeyu's residence. Zheng Ran explained simply.

Xia He picked up the bottle of honey, which was a logo she had never seen, which should have been specially designed by Fang Zeyu to distinguish the commercial honey outside.

The private beekeeping area is not closed here, but there should be a lot of electronic eyes, and everyone who intrudes into this forest area should be able to be detected in the background.

"Eh! It turns out that Fang Zeyu also worked as a beekeeper!" Xia He was about to pour himself some more honey.

Zheng Ran hammered her head and took the honey.

"Take a break and get ready to go back. Zheng Ran pushed her away, the lawn was very rough, many small stones were scattered on the ground, and it was quite difficult for a wheelchair to walk on it.