Chapter 125: Does This Medicine Taste Right?
"What are you looking at?"
Coughing lightly, Xue Miaomiao pretended to smile calmly, "It turned out to be him, I remember that he was very fat when he was a child, and now he is thin as a monkey, so I can't even recognize it." β
"You're right."
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, fleeting, Zhao Han shook his head, shook off the thoughts in his mind, and said with a smile: "This is all famine, no matter how fat people are, they can lose weight, don't you also lose a lot of weight?" β
"That's a lot fatter than you, too."
didn't notice Zhao Han's strange appearance, Xue Miao turned white to Zhao Han, who was so thin that he was out of phase, and snorted coldly: "Just you are so thin, any man-eating monster has to cry when it encounters you, there is no meat, it is all bones, and it is too diaphragm!" β
I feel that this Qingshan Village is fatter than Zhao Han, and a good face has been ruined beyond recognition.
If she weren't immune to zombies, I'm afraid that if she ran into Zhao Han at night, she would have to be scared to death by him.
"Then I don't care, anyway, I'm your person now, and you can't do without me no matter how much you have diaphragm."
Tsundere raised her head, and Zhao Han laughed proudly.
"Zhao Hanβ"
Lacquer eyes narrowed slightly, Xue Miaomiao looked at Zhao Han who was so flamboyant thoughtfully, and said with a wicked smile: "Believe it or not, I'll return it now?" β
"Don't don't, I'm wrong, Miao Miao!"
Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, after Zhao Han came back to his senses, he quickly pursed his lips and seamlessly switched to pleading mode, Chu Chu looked at Xue Miaomiao pitifully, and muttered: "If you don't want me, I will be homeless, are you willing to let me live in the village?" β
Are you willing? Are you willing? Are you willing?
"Want to know the answer?"
Rolled his eyes, he is so cute and coquettish and pretends to be pitiful, why doesn't he go to heaven?
Xue Miaomiao glared at Zhao Han, seeing that he nodded without hesitation, a trace of essence flashed in his eyes, and he laughed evilly: "You are welcome to come to the bold temptation, and when the time comes, you will know the answer to this question." β
Hmph, dare to scream in front of her, see if she can cure him!
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Why couldn't he think of provoking Miao Miao?
It's too hateful to make the bad Miao Miao, isn't this equivalent to hanging a knife on his head?
Test?
Try a ghost, in case he gets rid of it, he can't cry to death!
"Alright, let's go eat, I'm waiting for me to feed you like a child!"
Seeing that Zhao Han was depressed, Xue Miaomiao's mood improved, raised her head, nodded in the direction of the kitchen, and chuckled.
"Uh......"
He didn't mind that Miao Miao had this interaction with him, but he also knew that Miao Miao must be joking, and that was not true.
Zhao Han had no choice but to suppress his inner thoughts, laughed, washed his hands, and went to eat by himself......
"Give."
Half an hour after Zhao Han finished eating, Xue Miaomiao came over with a bowl of rich and pungent medicine, handed it to Zhao Han, and said indifferently: "Just taste it, tell me the taste of this medicine is the one you usually drink?" β
The matter of medicine has always been a knot in Xue Miaomiao's heart, so when she decided to give Zhao Han to condition her body as soon as possible, she came back and began to boil the medicine he got back.
As soon as the smell of the medicine came out, she knew that this medicine was absolutely wrong, such a pungent thing was the first time she had encountered it after coming into contact with Chinese medicine.
"I don't need to taste it, as soon as I smell it, I know that this is the medicine I have been drinking all year round."
Hearing Miao Miao's words, Zhao Han was stunned for a moment, frowned tightly, and looked at the bowl of medicine with unusual repulsion, and began to feel bitter in his mouth.
Hearing this, Xue Miao tightened her eyebrows, looked at Zhao Han in a daze for a moment, and then withdrew her gaze and squeezed out a sentence: "Zhao Han, is your sense of taste okay?" β