The aroma is fragrant, if you don't see the appearance of this soup, you must think it's pretty good, but when people see the whole picture of this soup, they have a little indescribable regret in their hearts.

Leng Feng couldn't help but look at the soup in his hand, compared to the soup in the cold pot he had tasted before, the aroma was as attractive as ever, if this appearance and taste were not so hurtful, I am afraid he would not have to worry about this bowl of soup at this moment.

"This ......" Leng Feng dragged out his tone and said slowly, but his eyes turned directly to other places, deliberately avoiding the soup in the bowl, anyone with a discerning eye could see Leng Feng's thoughts at this moment, and only Leng Zheng never changed his thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Leng Zheng glanced at Leng Feng's movements, and raised his eyebrows slightly, this can't be done, he has to finish drinking no matter what.

In the next second, he looked directly at the thermos box on the bedside table, fortunately he cooked a lot this time, and he could let Leng Feng drink it slowly.

As if because he thought of something, Leng Zheng turned his gaze back and put it on Leng Feng, who was still frowning and distressed about the bowl of soup in his hand.

"Don't look at it, if you delay it any longer, the soup won't be so hot." Leng Zheng couldn't help urging, anyway, it was also the soup he boiled with his own hands, and Leng Feng could not help but be so embarrassed.

It's not that Leng Zheng doesn't know his level of cooking, no matter how unpalatable it is, Leng Feng hasn't eaten it for so many years. As for those little problems that taste bad, he will also regard them as the content of the remarks, and he can take a look at them later.

As for whether he can improve or not, this is always a matter for the future.

Thinking of such words in the future, Leng Zheng's eyes looked at Leng Feng as if he was soaked in a kind of sadness, he could slowly improve and gradually improve in the future.

However, when he arrived, he could make it for whomever to eat.

"Stinky boy, don't pick and choose, drink it quickly, otherwise the soup will be cold." Leng Zheng tried to suppress his uncontrollable sadness, only to feel as if his heart was blocked by something, and said dryly.

"Got it, got it!" Leng Feng coping with a few words, only to feel that his throat was itchy, if he really drank it, maybe he would stay in the hospital for a few more days.

Although Leng Zheng's cooking skills are not so exaggerated to send people to the hospital, what Leng Feng is thinking about at the moment is the taste of the soup that Leng Zheng cooked last time. But the taste has not gone away for a long time.

If only the old man wasn't here now, then he could pour the soup.

Leng Feng glanced at the potted plants outside the window regretfully, but it was a pity that he was being stared at by Leng Zheng tightly at the moment, and such a small action naturally did not bypass Leng Zheng's eyes.

"Don't think about it, just give me a drink." Leng Zheng sank his face and showed his attitude.

He sat directly on a chair next to Leng Feng's bed, and after making it clear that he would never leave before Leng Feng finished drinking the soup, he glared at Leng Feng and urged, "You don't think I'm doing well, I can't drink it yet." ”

Speaking of this, Leng Zheng seemed to feel that his words were quite reasonable, and nodded again and again.

However, it doesn't mean that Leng Feng thinks so.

When Leng Zheng didn't see it, he rolled his eyes, quite helpless, took a deep breath, looked at the things in the soup, and couldn't help but feel a little hairy in his heart.

If you drink this soup, will nothing really happen?

However, Leng Zheng in front of him was staring at him fiercely, and it was impossible for Leng Feng to expose what he wanted to hide just because he didn't drink the soup he made.

That's too much to lose.

The bowl in his hand still exuded the heat of the soup, warm, and Leng Feng could still smell the aroma across that layer.

The stomach was also aroused by it, and it kept calling, Leng Feng still maintained a faint expression, and did not reveal a copy, as if the stomach that was calling now was not his.

However, as long as Leng Feng remembered the feeling he had felt when he drank Leng Zheng's soup last time, he felt that his hunger was suddenly gone.

No way!

Can't think about it anymore!

The more he thought about it, he realized that he didn't want to drink, and the stronger it became, if Leng Feng could make a choice now, then he couldn't do it

"Okay, okay, I'll drink."

Faced with Leng Zheng's tough attitude, Leng Feng was a little depressed, but he could only pour himself directly in one breath after he was mentally prepared, and even when he drank it, some of the soup still fell on his clothes, and he didn't care about paying attention.

The soup had just entered his throat, and Leng Feng only felt that his sense of taste was definitely running away from home, and for a while, from the beginning to the end of drinking, he only felt like he had walked around the ghost gate.

"Old man...... cough cough, "just as he wanted to speak, there seemed to be a salty and bitter taste in his throat that could not be dispersed, and it was tightly occupied, so that he had no way to say anything at all; Leng Feng kept patting his chest, his face changed greatly, red for a while and white for a while, "I, I was almost ...... by this"

He just wanted to finish speaking, but he met Leng Zheng's faint eyes, as if he was facing a wild wolf.

Suddenly, Leng Feng changed the topic and talked about something else directly, "Dad, you ...... It tastes better! ”

When he said this, not to mention how reluctant Leng Feng was, in order to maintain Leng Zheng's face, he could only open his eyes and talk nonsense like this.

"Next time, I'll consider doing something else!" Leng Zheng nodded, with a serious face, as if he was thinking about something, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up slightly, which could reveal his true thoughts.

If it's not bad this time, then he'll do something else next time.

"What? Are you sure? Leng Feng raised his eyebrows and asked, he must have heard it wrong, Leng Zheng is not usually busy with work, how can he have that leisure to make soup for him.

If it was someone else, Leng Feng might still believe it, but if Leng Zheng said so, he felt that it was unlikely.

Leng Zheng, who has been about to move his family to his place of work, will want to continue to come over to bring him soup, if Leng Feng heard it before, he would definitely think it was impossible.

After all, Leng Zheng can be said to be a workaholic, putting most of his energy into work.

But now, the situation can indeed change.

Leng Feng glanced at his hand, judging from the tumor he was diagnosed with now, then Leng Zheng would indeed do such a thing.

His only son has been diagnosed with a terminal illness, and even if the job in front of him, no matter how important, it is not as good as his son who depends on him after all.

"It's okay, I'll remember coming." Leng Zheng said affirmatively, without taking into account his words at all, it was completely a spiritual injury to Leng Feng.

The taste of the soup still existed, and it never dissipated, and Leng Feng couldn't stop complaining about Leng Zheng's soup in his heart.

I knew that the soup I made was unpalatable, and he wanted to give it to me.

Now, he can seriously think about whether Leng Zheng came to see him, or whether he simply came to test his soup making skills.

For a moment, Leng Feng had no way to figure out which one was correct.

"Okay, it's not too early, I should go back too, there may be more things in the bureau recently, and the work will be busy, so it is estimated that there will be a lot fewer opportunities to come to see you." Leng Zheng said while sorting out the thermos pot that Leng Feng had already drunk the soup.

"Hmm...... But I'll try my best to make something delicious to see you, don't think too much about your own fineness, and pay attention to your body to rest. Saying that, the movements in Leng Zheng's hand froze slightly, and after thinking about it, he persuaded Leng Feng uneasily, but in his faint tone, he couldn't hide a father's deep love for his children.

Leng Feng heard his father say this, which made Leng Feng, the most holy powerhouse in the cultivation realm, also feel that his nose was slightly sore, and at the same time, he was secretly determined to quickly figure out what the fog in his mind was.

"Okay, Dad, you don't have to come here often if you have something, I'm not a child, don't you think I'm still alive now?" The main Leng Feng was really afraid of what his father said was delicious, thinking about it, Leng Feng simply got out of bed, helped Leng Zheng quickly tidy up the thermos box, and sent his father to the door.

Leng Feng especially wanted to investigate his body quickly at this time, he was afraid that when the time came, because of this overdraft of the limit of the use of peak martial arts, if there were really any sequelae, he would die.

However, for Leng Feng's actions, in Leng Zheng's eyes, it was just that his son didn't want to make himself too sad, and deliberately made it happen, which made Leng Zheng's already uncalm heart even more sad and helpless.

"Do you really want me to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person?"

"Alas, then I'm leaving, you lie down and rest" Leng Zheng had no choice but to endure the grief in his heart, looked at Leng Feng who was smiling at him again, turned around and opened the door and staggered out.

Leng Feng looked at the back of his father's departure, and thought silently in his heart: "I'm sorry, father, my son can't tell you everything now, and when my son becomes stronger, I will definitely tell you everything, so that my father can live a better life."

At this time, Leng Feng heard that his father outside the door had completely walked away, quietly rolled out of bed, put his ear to the door and listened quietly for a while, and after making sure that there was no one again, he used a chair to push the door of the ward from the inside, in case someone suddenly broke in when he checked his body later.

After Leng Feng did all this, he sat cross-legged on the bed again and prepared to start checking his physical condition. He closed his eyes and habitually wanted to use the spiritual power in his body, but helplessly found that the spiritual power in his body had been overdrawn just now, and now Leng Feng was very weak, and even ordinary people were a little weaker.

"Alas, this loss of power is so unpleasant!" Leng Feng opened his eyes helplessly and said bitterly.