Everyone looked at the pot of fragrant soup regretfully, but it was a pity, but they really wanted to taste it if they didn't add too many ingredients. This smell is really amazing!

Over there, Linlang little Lori did ideological work for An Baobao: "Drink this soup first, it can be the best." If you can't drink it, you can cook lamb kidneys and chicken kidneys for Mo Jiuxiao, which are also very supplemental. By the way, master, have you come up with any ideas to appease Mo Jiuxiao?"

An Baobao shook her head in frustration, she can now say that her mind is full of palace punishment for justifying Li Ling's defeat, and she was later appointed as the Zhongshu Order. Will Sima Qian, who worked hard to continue to complete the historical books he had written, and was honored by later generations as Shi Qian, Tai Shi Gong, and the father of history? I am afraid that such an inspirational story will be beaten out if it is told to the shovel officer.

When I thought of myself, I said: "Jiuqing, don't be sad, look at Sima Qian, who became a eunuch and still wrote a great historical record." Jiuqing, you have to learn from him!" I'm afraid that the shovel officer will really ignore himself after hearing this. It's a living sprinkling of salt into the wound!

"Alas, this one is not in a hurry. Linlang little Lori pretended to be sorry and said, "Why don't you still want to treat your physical problems." This second stubble is not necessarily as good as the original. Just take advantage of the growth to make up for it. ”

An Baobao has a black line, you should be cutting leeks, and the second stubble.

However, now it is indeed the second number of small inks. Poor No. 1, who has never met himself, died so tragically. A certain sigh looked at his feet: Why can't you control yourself!

The pot of soup had been boiling all day, and it had changed from a large pot of aquatic life to a small pot. It's full of essence, and the fragrance can't be stopped.

"Master, I added some herbs to ensure that the medicinal properties of the soup are not too violent. Even if it's a normal person, it's fine. Hu Yu spoke confidently.

"Good. An Baobao nodded, "Cook another pot of lamb kidneys and chicken kidneys." ”

After speaking, Luo An'an walked out of the space and went to find the shovel officer again.

Mo Jiuxiao, who was originally pretending to be asleep, suddenly smelled a fragrance of seductive insects, coupled with the quiet footsteps, it must be a little fool. Not to mention, Mo Jiuxiao was really a little hungry. For one thing, it smelled so good. Second, Mo Jiuxiao has not eaten from yesterday afternoon to this afternoon.

Well, someone has begun to think very carefully about whether or not to get along with their stomach.

"Jiuqing, are you awake?" Luo An'an asked cautiously as he put the soup can on the table beside him.

As expected, Mo Jiuxiao still didn't speak. Only Luo An'an was alone, as if talking to herself.

An Baobao was a little sad, but he still stepped forward and helped Mo Jiuxiao up strongly: "No matter how angry you are with me, you have to drink the soup." I'll leave you at your disposal after that. ”

Mo Jiuxiao was already hungry for this pot of soup, so after struggling twice, he drank it half-pushed and half-drunk under An Baobao's tough posture. (Honest in the mouth!)

After tasting it, Mo Jiuxiao found that the soup tasted as good as he had guessed. It's just that he can't guess the ingredients of this soup, and can only faintly taste the taste of mutton.

"What kind of soup is this?"

"Sheep ......"

Before the word whip was spoken, Luo Anan suddenly thought of Linlang's advice, he must not tell the materials of the shovel official soup, otherwise he would be sad. Therefore, An Baobao's voice changed and said, "Sheep...... , mutton broth. Hu Yu's ancestral secret recipe. ”

That's right. Mo Jiuxiao stretched his brows slightly. Unaware that he was drinking a jar of lamb whip soup. Well, the big tonic soup.