Bai Ning was stunned, and a touch of emotion flashed in her heart, this guy was injured like this, and he was still worried about her safety. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bai Ning sat beside the couch, reached out and rubbed Jinqiu's head: "Is it better?" The wound still hurts? ”

"It doesn't hurt." The golden ball was comfortably rubbed by Bai Ning, squinted his small eyes, and replied softly.

However, in the next second, Bai Ning's fingers slammed into Jinqiu's head with a "bang".

Golden Ball was extremely aggrieved, and his eyes sparkled as he looked at his little master.

"In the future, without my consent, you are not allowed to make arbitrary claims, let alone joke with your own life." Bai Ning's eyebrows froze, and his tone was full of seriousness.

Jin Qiu exhaled softly, lying on the couch motionless, people are obviously like this to save you, you are still murderous, so conscienceless.

"Hmm...... But this time, for your sake, for my sake, I will spare you this time. ”

"You lie down and heal your wounds, and I'll go to the kitchen to see how your medicinal food is prepared."

Jin Qiu was happy in his heart, thinking that he could finally eat a good meal of big fish and meat, and no longer had to be forced to eat metal bars, let alone be pressed into the space ring by the little master to plant spiritual grass, it felt that it was a blessing in disguise this time, and the blood was not shed in vain.

Goldball happily twisted her furry little body, buried her little head in the quilt, and decided to sleep again.

When Bai Ning went to the kitchen, he happened to meet Chu Weishu, a big man who was standing by the boiler carefully, holding his son in one hand and a pot and spoon in the other.

The man looked at Bai Xi in his arms gently, and symbolically handed the soup spoon to Bai Xi's mouth: "Huh? Would you like to try it? ”

Bai Xi was not stupid, he sniffed twice by the soup spoon with his little nose, then pursed his mouth and shook his head: "Don't." ”

"It seems to be a little lighter, and it doesn't taste like it......" Chu Weishu stood in front of the boiler, pondered for a while, and finally made a prudent decision, scooped a scoop of salt from the bottle on the side, and poured it into the pot whole.

Then I saw the man slowly pick up the spoon, slip it in the soup twice, and put it in his mouth and tasted it.

After tasting this, Chu Weishu's face changed, and he quickly spit out the soup in his mouth, and said a little depressedly: "What taste?" ”

Bai Xi, who was held in his arms, slapped his palm on his forehead, with a loveless expression: "Uncle Chu, this seems to be the third pot, right?" ”

Chu Weishu didn't know it, and said in surprise: "Really? Already the third pot? ”

Bai Xi nodded, looked at the boiler bitterly, and looked at this posture, without ten pots and eight pots, medicinal food would not be able to be made.

But Bai Xi was responsible for taking care of the golden ball, and he couldn't wait at the moment: "Uncle Chu, actually...... You don't have to do it yourself, you can let them do it. ”

Chu Weishu paused, thinking of the probationary period in the woman's mouth, he was depressed for no reason, and wanted to fight for himself.

While talking here, the two aunts who were pinching vegetables over there ran up again flattered: "Childe, this kind of rough work should be done by the old slave, just watch from the sidelines." ”

Chu Weishu ignored the two minions, and wanted to continue to remedy the pot of soup.

At this moment, Bai Ning outside the door walked in leisurely and glanced at the pot in front of Chu Weishu: "What a coincidence, Young Master Chu is also there." ”