Duan Hong saw her smiling so happily, and asked in a somewhat uneasy voice, "Girl An, is grandpa wrong in answering?" ”

An Ran smiled, and after feeding Duan Hong a spoonful of medicine, he reminded with a wicked smile: "The chicken didn't wrestle, it ran in the wrong direction!" ”

“…… Oh! Duan Hong suddenly slapped his thigh again, nodded and said, "It turned out that it ran in the wrong direction, so it's no wonder that the goose arrived before it!" ”

This time, he didn't cooperate with the medicine, but directly pushed away the medicine bowl in An Ran's hand, patted the armrest of the sofa and shouted: "Grandpa answered this question wrong, Ann girl, you come up with another one, grandpa will definitely be able to answer correctly this time!" ”

An Ran saw that he refused to drink the medicine, and his eyebrows furrowed.

After staring at the soup medicine in the bowl for two seconds, he bit his lower lip, and then pouted and said coquettishly: "Grandpa Duan, then you have to be obedient and drink this bowl of medicine, otherwise I won't play with you!" ”

"It's not like I'm halfway drunk!" Duan Hong glanced down at the medicine bowl in her hand, and frowned in protest: "This medicine is too hard to drink, bitter and astringent, grandpa is in good health, there is no need to drink this black thing at all!" ”

"Good medicine is bitter! Besides, Dr. Chan didn't say that you are not in good health, this is what makes you stronger! An Ran reluctantly sent a spoonful to his mouth, and muttered softly and hardly: "If you don't drink it, I won't be happy to ask the question again!" ”

Duan Hong saw her stubbornly holding the spoon, and refused to move it away, so he had to open his mouth and drink it.

An Ran hurriedly handed over the boiled water next to him and rinsed his mouth.

Duan Hong smashed his mouth, frowned and glanced at the spoon, and quickly looked at most of the remaining decoction in the bowl, shook his head and said, "Although Chinese medicine is good, it is really troublesome!" If it's Western medicine, you must take a pill! Where is the need to pour such a big bowl of black soup! ”

"Grandpa Duan, that's different!" An Ran blew the decoction in the bowl, fed it to his mouth again, and explained in a low voice: "Western medicine has great side effects, Chinese medicine has no toxic side effects, if it is good for the body, it is still the herbs of our ancestors!" ”

"Ahem! You girl, how can you talk exactly like Old Man Ming! Duan Hong deliberately straightened his face, stared at the medicine in the spoon, frowned and complained: "He always nagged me, saying that if you are sick, you still have to choose Chinese medicine, I just have a small cold, and he can also give me a whole pot of soup and medicine!" ”

After raising his hand and rubbing the briar pipe in his hand, he smiled a little gloatingly: "It's a pity, he himself has believed in traditional Chinese medicine all his life, but Shaoxuan's kid still insists on seeing him and not listening to him!" ”

"Hahaha! Later, he studied Western medicine, but he didn't inherit his mantle, and when the old man Ming mentioned this, he was so angry that his beard straightened! ”

Seeing that he was in a good mood, An Ran blinked his eyes slyly, and asked casually, "Is Grandpa Ming's medical skills particularly powerful?" Tell me about it! ”

As he spoke, he immediately fed a spoonful of decoction again.

Duan Hong only smiled and introduced how the Ming family's medical skills were superb, and how the old man Ming was angry with Ming Shaoxuan, forgetting for a while and then rejecting the decoction.

He forgot about it, but An Ran always remembered his heavy responsibility.

She nodded in response to a few words, her eyes were quick, and when she found the right opportunity, she quickly handed over a spoonful of decoction.

After Duan Hong finished chatting with the Ming family with great interest, there were only a few mouthfuls left of the bowl of decoction in An Ran's hand.