Sleeping under the quilt for a while, Qinghe felt better.

Only then did I remember, why did Feng Qingyang go? Could it be that she left quietly while she was asleep?

If he hadn't left, she wouldn't have arranged for him to sleep anywhere! Although there is only one room, she can find a place to sleep, but whoever is on the ground or a chair, she has to tell him, otherwise it will be too unsophisticated.

And the early summer night is quite cold, so you have to get him a blanket, don't fall asleep and freeze.

When I got up, the lights in the house were on, but I didn't see Feng Qingyang, but there was a whirring sound outside the door, as if boiling water.

It is also accompanied by a strange medicinal fragrance, which smells very good, although she can't afford to use brand-name perfumes, but she has also seen a lot in the mall, but she thinks that the smell of those perfumes is not as good as this fragrance.

Who's making homemade perfume?

But the sound of boiling water was in her small courtyard, and it was accompanied by a swishing sound, as if someone was practicing flying knives in her small courtyard.

So she hurriedly got up, put on a little black blazer, leaned to the iron door, and peeked outside.

She remembered that when she fainted before, the iron door was kicked by Feng Qingyang, and now it was standing here again, and the bath water in the house was gone, and the big basin was standing aside, obviously poured by him.

And there are no water stains on the ground, he should have mopped the floor, she didn't expect that a casual person like him was actually quite careful.

Through the gap in the iron gate, Haruto looked into the small courtyard.

I don't know if I don't see this, but I'm shocked when I look at it!

Feng Qingyang said to boil medicine for her before, she thought he was sick, there are no herbs here, no casserole, what is he doing?

Induction?

She guessed the beginning, but not the end!

Feng Qingyang was indeed using an induction cooker to boil medicine, but he didn't use a stove, only a pot!

As for the fire, he actually set up a bonfire in the small courtyard, which can only be said to look like a bonfire, because there are only a few pieces of firewood, but the burning fire is extremely vigorous, and the water in the pot of boiling is flying endlessly.

And what surprised her even more was Feng Qingyang's movements, he was holding a plate in his hand, celadon lace, which was taken out of her cupboard at a glance.

The plate contains various petals, which are stacked separately.

Then I saw him holding the plate in his left hand, and flicking his fingers in his right hand, and those petals were like arrows from the string, constantly rushing into the boiling water.

She finally knew where the whoosh sound came from.

"Woke you up? The decoction will be good right away, and you won't have any more stomach aches in the future! "There are people standing behind the door, how could Feng Qingyang not know?

was afraid of disturbing her, so he lit a fire in the small courtyard.

It's not that he can't use the induction cooker, but the firewood fire boils the medicine, which can make the medicine more effective and the medicinal fragrance will be stronger.

And he also added some flint to the firewood, which was not found in the pharmacy, and he kicked it down from the wall of a villa, which made the firewood more vigorous and accelerated the boiling of medicine.

As for the movement of the hand, it is a method of flicking the fingers into the medicine, which can allow the medicinal materials to quickly enter the water, and then fully dissipate the medicinal effect.

It's just a stomach medicine, it stands to reason that there is no need to be so exaggerated, but he has studied the "Baishi Dan Sutra" for a hundred years, and many things have become habitual.

"Are you really boiling medicine?" Qinghe opened the door and walked out, her face was full of surprise, in fact, she wanted to ask, are you boiling medicine?

She has seen traditional Chinese medicine, and she drank it when she was a child, how can there be such a thing? Although it has a medicinal fragrance, it doesn't smell like this!

"Yes! You can take it in another half an hour, and after drinking it, not to mention that the stomach pain will no longer occur, even when the monthly red tide comes, you will no longer have the pain you used to have! Feng Qingyang finished beating the last petal, and then smiled with his backhand.

The name of this medicine is "Buddha's hand caressing the heart", which can not only moisturize the six intestines, but also dredge the dantian meridians, especially for women, the power of moisturizing is very.

"When the red tide comes every month...... Qinghe was stunned, she didn't understand the meaning of this at first, but she quickly reacted, that is, the eldest aunt is no longer in pain!

How did he know that she would hurt every time she came?

When she whispered softly, her little face was red like a ripe apple, how could a girl who had not left the pavilion stand up to this kind of topic?

Even if it's a conversation between girlfriends, it's embarrassing, let alone with a boy, and it's a boy who hasn't known each other for a long time.

"Well, remember to drink it later, if you don't think it tastes, you can put these slices of licorice in it again!" Feng Qingyang is not embarrassed at all, the heart of the doctor's parents, besides, he is an old fritter, what scene have you never seen, this little thing is as for twisting and pinching?

"Oh...... Where are you going? "Qinghe is still skeptical, can this really cure her stomach pain? Whether you can drink it or not is a question mark!

It's just that Feng Qingyang has a good heart, and she doesn't have much to say, otherwise wouldn't she be kind enough to be a donkey's liver and lungs!

Seeing that he turned around to leave, she couldn't help but ask urgently, he was clamoring to come here to sleep before, why is he leaving again now?

Wouldn't it be better to go, how can you sleep if you are a lonely man and a widow? But why did she suddenly get nervous? Thinking of this, Qinghe couldn't help but scold herself in her heart, Qinghe, Qinghe, what's wrong with you? In Guan Xinxin's words, is it spring?

"Find a drink!" Feng Qingyang replied lightly, after a busy night, it was time to find some good wine to treat himself.

"Are you going to the jewelry store tomorrow night?" Qinghe scolded herself in her heart, but she still couldn't help worrying, as if she was afraid that he wouldn't come back if he left.

And no matter what she thinks of him in her heart, he should be regarded as a friend, there are few friends around her, and finally one appears, if it is just a passerby, then her life that has just made a little waves will return to the silence of the past.

"Don't worry, I'll always go until I pay you back the wine money!" When Feng Qingyang answered, the person was already hundreds of meters away, and he was careless when he answered, because he was wondering, where to find wine to drink at such a late hour?

Hearing this, Qinghe smiled reassuringly, and for some reason, she suddenly had a bad idea, that is, he would never have the money to pay back the wine.

"Oops, Dead Sunny Lotus, don't make waves!" Thinking like this, she laughed at herself again, the two of them only knew each other today, how could she have such an idea, she was really not reserved at all.

Let's try what he boiled, he worked hard to make it, even if it didn't work at all, no matter how bad it was, she had to drink a little bit, otherwise it would be too unkind.

Although this thing looks mushy, it still smells good!

So she took the small pot on the firewood, brought it to her mouth, then closed her eyes and took a sip.

This mouthful made her eyes light up and her heart warm!

The medicinal soup in the pot looked hot and steaming, but when you drank it, it was as warm as spring water.

And the mouth is in her throat, no longer like soup, but like a ball of qi, slowly flowing into her stomach.

In just a moment, her stomach really didn't hurt, but instead there was a warm feeling, like a warm big hand to protect it, just like the warmth brought to her by her father's hand every winter when she was a child.

ps: The second is late, Dark Horse is sorry! It's a new week soon, the dark horse asks for recommendation votes, one of your favorites and a recommendation vote, are the driving force of the dark horse to work the code word, so the dark horse seeks power! I saw a friend in the book review area asking why the protagonist deposited the baby in zài Yongtong Qianzhuang, this later chapter will explain, thank you for your comments! It's been ten hours since I recommended it.,The collection has gone up a lot.,Thank you.,Thank you ^_^.