Red oily? ”

When it comes to red oil, the black dragon seems to be very interested, and even the tone of his voice has to rise a little.

Su San pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows, listening to the black dragon's interest, she easily picked out a handful of enoki mushrooms.

Then she specially picked two processed black chickens and put them on the cutting board.

"Yo, this black chicken shouldn't be for me!" The black dragon looked at the black chicken that was bald and had nothing left, and teased.

"Let's always have something to eat, most of the brothers who walked together were injured, make a pot of black chicken soup to replenish their blood. But... If you feel empty, I can add some more water to make it up for you! It's not a hassle anyway. ”

Su San smiled and couldn't help but make fun of the black dragon.

The old face of the black dragon turned red slightly: "I think it's your family's Uncle Qian who needs it more." ”

Su San smiled noncommittally: "You can't come out now, isn't it because you're weak, you're so eager to deny it, is there anything else you can't do?" ”

"My Uncle Qian's body is really weak, and I don't deny it!"

"Ahem..."

A coughing sound came from behind Su San, and Su San thought it was a black dragon: "You don't have to cough, I know you're also weak, so you don't need to remind me so deliberately." ”

"I'll add you two more spoonfuls of soup... That's it. Su San sat the black chicken in the pot, added water, and planned to turn around to deal with the black chicken.

I didn't think she saw the person who was still talking about it just now.

Qian Feng's face was a little pale, not as ruddy as before, Su San was not far away from him, and he could vaguely see that his forehead seemed to be a little damp in the light shining in from outside.

It should have been a sweat that had not yet dissipated.

Su San was a little embarrassed, she stood in place and maintained that posture and didn't dare to move.

She didn't know how long Qian Feng had been standing there and how much she had heard.

She pretended to be calm and picked up the oil bucket and poured enough oil into the pan to wrap the meat in the fryer: "Ye Jin's complexion looks good." ”

Although it was a bit against his will to say this, he couldn't stand what Su San said.

Then she put the pot on the fire, ran to the side and carefully took a bowl of hot water and brought it to Qian Feng: "Master, you drink more hot water, it's good for your health." ”

I don't know if he was really thirsty, he took the bowl with hot water from Su San's hand and drank it, Su San really saw a trace of heroism in him.

At this time, the oil in the pot was also hot, Su San hurriedly ran to the side of the pot, and said while operating: "As the saying goes, medicine is three points toxic, but this boiled water is different." ”

Su San put the battered tenderloin into the pot, and the sound of "Zla" sounded in an instant, and Su San continued when he was empty: "This boiled water is simply holy water for all diseases, no matter when you drink it, there is nothing wrong with it." ”

Qian Feng, who had drunk boiled water, had a little spirit, and didn't care about Su San's words, and went straight to the place where she had just poured water and took another bowl.

Just as he picked up the bowl and was about to drink it all, Su San's voice came again: "But this boiled water, it has to be drunk by slipping, a way to drink like you is simply a tyrannical thing." ”

Qian Feng looked up at Su San with the bowl, frowning a little displeased.

Su San didn't notice it at all, and still chattered about the wonderful use of boiled water: "This boiled water has the effect of labor pain, it can also invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis, and even when your body is inflamed, it can also disinfect, which is better than any medicine." ”

“...”

A plate of pot-wrapped meat came out of the pot, Su San was still talking about the various wonderful uses of boiled water, while Qian Feng was leaning next to the kettle, according to Su San's words, holding the fifth bowl of boiled water, and kept sipping.

"Master, I boiled some white porridge over there, why don't you drink some to warm your stomach first?" Su San put aside the pot-wrapped meat on the plate, turned around and gave Qian Feng a bowl of freshly boiled white porridge.

Qian Feng looked at Su Sanxian attentively, and stopped talking a little: "You..."

He only uttered one syllable, and then frowned and stopped talking, because his voice was hoarse, and Su San naturally heard it not far away.

She brought the porridge to Qian Feng, pursed her lips and smiled: "Drink some porridge to moisten your throat?" ”

"This damn gentle... When will you be able to put away your sassy side to me? The black dragon said a little sourly.

"Master?" Su San ignored the black dragon, and when he saw that Qian Feng still didn't move, he launched a gentle offensive again.

Qian Feng lowered his gaze and took over the white porridge, the whole image of a well-behaved baby, Su San couldn't help but leak an aunt-like smile when he saw it.

She smashed her mouth and wanted to say "really good" very much, but looking at Uncle Qian's face, she wisely chose to keep silent.

Qian Feng took a sip of white porridge, a bowl bottomed out, he squinted at Su San with peach blossom eyes slightly: "Want a bonus?" ”

"Of course!" Su San answered completely subconsciously, without thinking about it in his brain at all.

After reminiscing, she hurriedly added: "If I say I don't want to, I guess you won't believe it, it's too fake." ”

Qian Feng put the bowl aside: "There is still a little self-knowledge... Ahem..."

Su San couldn't help laughing, it was all because she coughed as soon as she saw Uncle Qian finish speaking, and she was a little gloating.

Qian Feng frowned, holding back the desire to cough.

He glanced at Su San and asked in her playful expression, "Did you find Ah Cai yesterday?" ”

"What?" Su San looked at herself, and suddenly remembered something: "You mean that I got those palms for you yesterday?" ”

In a word, she deliberately emphasized that she was suffering for Uncle Qian, so that the other party had to think of yesterday's events again.

"En" Qian Feng nodded a little awkwardly, but still looked Su San up and down.

"I'm fine, my body is great, those palms are small to me, but they really hurt." Su San opened the lid of the pot where the black chicken soup was boiling and flipped it.

"Well, that's good."

Su San's apricot eyes purred twice, and suddenly she turned her head to look at Qian Feng, and said a little half-jokingly: "Master, I can be regarded as suffering for you, can I ask for a gold medal for avoiding death?" ”

After speaking, she also raised her eyebrows twice at Qian Feng.

"Gold medal?"

"Ang"

Su San just guessed about Qian Feng's identity, so she thought about testing him by asking for a death-free gold medal, but she didn't want Qian Feng to ask her back.

It won't be that there is no death-free gold medal in this era, and this Uncle Qian won't think she wants a gold medal made of gold! Su San's heart moved slightly.

"Do you know how much gold you have to spend to win a gold medal?"

"Sure enough." Su San stretched out his hand to support his forehead, looking at the overlap between reality and imagination, and there were 10,000 unknown creatures in his heart.

"No, that's not what I said." She hurriedly waved her hand, for fear that Qian Feng would misunderstand her because of this.

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