At noon on this day, Fan Jin came to the bamboo forest courtyard on time to eat, and he was really happy when he saw his younger brother's more and more ruddy face.

Fan Zhuo's food during this period has been completely replaced with medicinal food, although the taste is not as delicious as ordinary meals, but it also has a different taste.

When Ah Jing put a few dishes on the table with a stiff face, Fan Zhuo very consciously picked up his medicinal food and began to eat it, ignoring the fragrant delicacies.

His appetite was already small, but now after eating Jun Wuxie's medicinal diet, his complexion and spirit have improved greatly, and he feels more and more that such a day can be regarded as a hope, and a little sacrifice of appetite has no effect at all.

It was Fan Jin, there was no trace of politeness, the wind swept the leaves and swept the entire table, fortunately, Fan Zhuo was quick-eyed, and specially prepared a small plate for Jun Wuxie, and sandwiched some of each dish for her to prepare, otherwise at the speed of Jun Wuxie's eating, when she ran into Fan Jin, I was afraid that she would only drink soup.

At the dinner table, in addition to Jun Wuxian and the Fanjia brothers, there was also a small figure.

Since Fan Zhuo discovered that the innocent ring spirit would not be afraid of him, he often let the little black cat come to the table to eat.

Although the Ringwraith cannot derive its power from ordinary food, it is okay to taste it.

And the same is true of the black cat, so every time Fan Zhuo prepares a delicious meal for it, it does not refuse anything, and eats very comfortably, while eating, it sweeps Fan Zhuo's arm with its tail, causing Fan Zhuo to blush.

Fan Jin ate with high interest, and Jun Wuxian ate slowly, but after a while, she stopped her chopsticks.

"What's wrong?" Fan Jin looked at Jun Wuxian with a bowl, and saw that the dishes on her plate didn't move much at all, and the rice was not missing, so she couldn't help but ask curiously.

"But you're not used to eating?" Fan Zhuo also put down his medicinal food and looked at Jun Wuxian with sincere eyes.

Jun Wuxian frowned, pursed her red lips lightly, stared at a table of good dishes for a moment, she suddenly got up, snatched the chopsticks from Fan Jin's hand and threw them on the ground.

"Uh...... I haven't eaten yet......" Fan Jin blinked and looked at Jun Wuxie.

"I can't eat it." Jun Wuxian said suddenly.

Fan Jin was slightly stunned, the relaxed expression on his face suddenly changed, he immediately took out the silver chopsticks he carried with him and tried them one by one in each dish, but found that there was nothing abnormal, and the silver chopsticks did not show signs of blackening.

"It's not poisonous." Fanjin Dao.

"It's not poison, it's a tonic." Jun Wuxian narrowed his eyes, and the whole room was filled with the smell of food, but in this fragrance, Jun Wuxian faintly asked about the smell of herbs.

The taste was not clear, and the only thing Jun Wuxian could be sure of was that the medicine was not a poison, but a tonic.

"Tonics?" Fan Jin was even more confused.

Jun Wuxian lowered his eyes, and the confusion of many days was suddenly solved.

"Fanzhuo's illness is not natural, but man-made." Jun Wuxian told his speculation.

"What!" Fan Jin stood up directly from the chair and looked at Jun Wuxian in disbelief, "Little evil, you mean...... Someone drugged these dishes? ”

Jun Wuxian nodded slightly.

"At the beginning, when I was diagnosing Fanzhuo's pulse, I felt a little strange, with Fanzhuo's physical condition, it was impossible for such a chaotic pulse."