"Your soup?"

Beitang's eyes lit up, his eyes suddenly widened, his deep black eyes looked at her fixedly, and even at this moment, he felt that his head didn't hurt anymore, only his heart was full of joy.

"It was made by the maid, but I made the cake with my own hands, and as long as you finish the soup obediently, I will give you the cake to eat."

Li Qianhuan was like coaxing a child, and he couldn't help but laugh when he saw the easy and Rin Feng and the others on the side, but he was a little puzzled in his heart, why did he feel that the young master seemed to be much better after drinking chicken soup?

Could it be that it is actually a bowl of medicinal soup?

Yi reacted quickly, and quickly glanced at the bowl of soup again, and happened to catch a glimpse of Li Qianwan's two fingers sticking a band-aid, so he was relieved and raised his eyebrows quietly.

It seems that this girl dripped blood in the soup, so it worked?

So it became more and more certain that Li Qianhuan's blood could indeed relieve Beitangyan's headache, but it was difficult to say whether it could be completely cured.

As soon as she heard that there was still a cake to eat, and it was made by her own hands, Beitang Yan suddenly came to her senses, but she quietly snatched the soup bowl over, and drank all the chicken soup in the bowl in three or two bites.

"It's delicious." After drinking, Beitang Yan gave a comment, and then hurriedly urged, "Where's the cake?" Why don't you give it to me? ”

"Oh, that's for you."

Li Qianhuan saw that he seemed to be really well, and his spirit had recovered, so he was immediately happy, and hurriedly took the packaged cake and handed it to him with a fork.

Kitado looked unusually elegant and noble when he was eating, but this time the speed was extremely fast, and in less than 30 seconds, the small cake was all killed.

After eating, he still looked unsatisfied, and licked his sexy thin lips, "That's it?" Gone? ”

Li Qianhuan pouted, "There is only this small piece left, and there is no more." ”

After speaking, he asked expectantly, "Is it delicious?" ”

Beitang Yan felt that he hadn't eaten well, and he was a little unhappy, and suddenly returned to his arrogant face, "It's okay, so-so." ”

Seeing that Li Qianhuan heard this, his eyes darkened, and he hurriedly changed his words, looking a little awkward, and his tone was a little tense: "It's quite to my taste, I'll make it for me next time." ”

After finishing speaking, I realized that the taste of this cake seemed to have been tasted somewhere, and it seemed to be a familiar taste......

But soon, he recalled that Bo Qicheng used to like to make cakes.

Originally, he didn't like sweets, but after eating the cake made of thin seven oranges, he fell in love with it completely.

Even, he only eats cakes made of thin seven oranges, and only the cakes made by her are to his liking.

However, today, he actually felt that the cake made by the little woman was also extraordinarily delicious, and he still wanted to eat it after eating it, and even felt that it tasted very similar to the cake made by Bo Qicheng.

But on second thought, the little woman is Bo Qicheng's sister, and it is normal for the two to have similar skills.

Therefore, he didn't think much about it, but his expression was a little darker, and his face fell into unknown emotions.

Li Qianhuan raised her little face happily again, and hurriedly asked with concern, "Husband, do you still have a headache?" ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but reach over and help him wipe his sweat, his face full of distress.

Beitang subconsciously grabbed her little hand, and just caught a glimpse of the band-aid that her finger was sticking to, and suddenly his heart tightened, and he frowned, "What's the matter with your finger?" Injured? ”