"Wu San! Wu San! ”

Zhou Feiran covered his head, his whole head seemed to be about to explode, it hurt when he opened his eyes, it hurt when he closed his eyes, it hurt a little bit of consciousness, his upper and lower teeth trembled in pain, and his face was wrinkled into a rag.

The voice waiting at the door hurriedly ran in, "It's here!" Here it comes! ”

As soon as he came in, he blurted out the words of inquiry, "Young master, what's wrong?" ”

Zhou Feiran snorted, covered his head and lay flat on the bed with a big grin, "Headache...... It hurts Lao Tzu to death. ”

Wu San explained, "Young Master, you drink so much wine, you will naturally have a headache when you wake up, and you will endure it......"

Zhou Feiran choked, and tried hard to open his eyes and glared at Wu San, it wasn't him who dared to feel pain!

"Headache!"

Wu San let out an "um".

Zhou Feiran saw that Wu San didn't react, so he kicked it directly, "Then what are you still doing in a daze?" Decanting soup, are you going to let Lao Tzu die of pain? Deliberately do it! ”

Wu Sanhan smiled, "Young Master, where are you?" ”

"Then what are you doing in a daze?!"

As soon as he saw Wu San stunned in place, Zhou Feiran's head hurt even more, and the pain was terrible.

Wu San was stunned for two seconds, and it wasn't until Zhou Feiran shouted the words "sobering soup" that he reacted.

"That's right! That's right, decanting soup! ”

Sister Lin's decanting soup with thousands of instructions!

"Young Master! Go get it! ”

Seeing Wu San's enlightenment, Zhou Feiran breathed a sigh of relief and reminded, "Hurry up!" Otherwise, your young master will die here! ”

"Got it! Got it! ”

Wu San ran out on the side, and disappeared in a blink of an eye like smoke.

Zhou Feiran covered his head and sighed for a few words, this headache is not where he is injured, insert a knife, this pain drives all the nerves, tightened, fluctuates twice from time to time, the brain is blank, and only the feeling of a splitting headache remains.

"Young Master! Master! Here it comes! ”

Wu Sanyi ran in again, still holding a bowl of decanting soup in his hand.

Zhou Feiran waved his hand and motioned for him to come over.

Wu San approached and brought the decanting soup to Zhou Feiran's nose, and the fragrant decanting soup finally brought him back to a little consciousness.

Holding the bed in his hands, he sat up with his teeth gritted, and held it, purring and pouring it straight down.

The taste is not bad.

Wu San squatted aside and watched, sighing for a long time, "Young master! You, why bother! Always tossing yourself, if you don't want to see it, you won't see it, so why bother drinking, it will be ugly. ”

Zhou Feiran drank the soup wholeheartedly, and Wu San's words were completely deaf to the wind.

"You are so drunk, you don't know how angry the old lady is, and she almost wants to tear down our courtyard! Young master, you're good, just fall asleep and don't care about anything. ”

Hearing the old lady, Zhou Feiran distracted a little from the soup, "What is there to worry about?" Aren't you doing well? ”

Wu San choked and flattened his mouth aggrievedly, "That's right." But you didn't see the old lady going crazy, it's all true, the person who made the mistake slept peacefully, he couldn't get up no matter how he screamed, and if he didn't make a mistake, he had to stand under the sun and be criticized! ”

Zhou Feiran drank the soup and casually agreed, "What's this?" ”

Wu San's eyes lit up, "Mingwhat?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he summed up soberly, "Ming's bad luck hit the muzzle?" ”

Zhou Feiran looked at Wu San approvingly and patted him on the shoulder, "That's right!" You're out of luck! ”

This one, Wu San even cried with a sad face, "I want to hide, but I can't hide!" ”

Zhou Feiran shook his head, "I'm not unlucky for you." ”

Wu San was puzzled, "So what?" ”

Zhou Feiran looked at Wu San's eyes and explained seriously, "Follow Lao Tzu, it's unlucky." ”

Wu San was stunned for two seconds, and directly scolded, "It's really unlucky!" Bad luck! ”

Zhou Feiran nodded in agreement, and patted Wu San on the shoulder with emotion, "It's no wonder that you're here, whenever I make a mistake, you're here, and you follow me every time you are trained, it's really hard for you!" ”

Wu San smiled bitterly twice, "Bad luck!" ”

Zhou Feiran sighed, "Then accept your fate!" ”

Anyway, holding the bowl, slugging and drinking, eating a fine light, then it eased up a little, touched his mouth, and smashed the aftertaste twice.

"Today's decanting soup is good, have you changed the cook?"

"Nope." Wu San was still immersed in the pain of resigning his fate, and in the face of Zhou Feiran's question, he completely blurted out subconsciously, "This soup is... Lin ......"

A forest rolled up in his tongue, which made Wu San immediately come back to his senses, remembering Lin Huan's thousands of instructions, thinking of Huan's coercion and temptation, and swallowing it back alive.

He smiled and said, "Maybe this chef wants to do something different." ”

Zhou Feiran had a headache, and he didn't think much about it, so he let Wu San get by, "It's good, it's good, I'll do it in the future, but it seems that this taste has been tasted somewhere." ”

As soon as Zhou Feiran tasted it, Wu San suddenly became nervous, snorted, and tried to confuse the past again, "How can the young master have tasted it, this is the first time the chef has done it, even if he has tasted it, it may be that this recipe has also been used, after all, there are only a few kinds of decanting soup, and it is not surprising that the young master has tasted it." ”

Zhou Feiran glanced at Wu San a few times, and couldn't remember where he had tasted it, so he agreed to Wu San's method, "It should be, but this time it's very good, for Lao Tzu's taste, the same kitchen, I will do it in the future." ”

Wu San breathed a sigh of relief and sweated, "Yes, yes, yes." ”

After drinking the soup, Zhou Feiran was a lot more relaxed, his head didn't hurt so much, suddenly his brain shut down, his heart stopped beating, the whole person was stunned, and he subconsciously stroked his forehead, there was a wonderful feeling.

When he was drowsy, he was still like a phantom, full of tenderness, and then he seemed to kiss him, dazed, only remembering feeling a touch of softness, and then he didn't remember anything.

"Did anyone come while I slept?"

Wu San was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and when he heard Zhou Feiran ask, the whole person stiffened in place, and the mechanical version turned his head, "Why is the young master like this?" ”

Zhou Feiran turned sideways and looked at him, "I don't know, I just feel like someone has come, and it's ......"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Wu San's nervousness when he heard it suddenly stopped and became even more nervous, "And what?" ”

"And ......"

Zhou Feiran touched his forehead and laughed twice, "And it seems that he kissed me." ”

"What?!"

Wu San shouted in surprise, and the bowl in his hand fell on the table with a clatter, and it shook a few times before it stabilized.

"Kissed you?!"

Zhou Feiran looked at Wu San with a blank expression, "What's wrong?" What's all the fuss, could it be that someone actually came in while I was sleeping? ”

"Hehe......" Wu San laughed a few times to hide his panic, "That can't be!" The young master will not see anyone coming, how dare he go against the young master's wishes? ”