"What's wrong?"

Murong Bojing couldn't figure it out, and he didn't understand the girl's mind, so he asked directly.

Murong Le shook her head slowly, and glanced at the bookshelves behind her with resentment, there were no books suitable for her.

"These books are not for me, go down and eat."

Murong Le raised his legs and left, his figure disappeared into the study, and Murong Bojing looked at her back thoughtfully.

Puzzled, Murong Bojing shook his head, put down the document with a wry smile, and followed downstairs.

The maid had already brought out the meal, and when she saw Murong Le coming down, she hurriedly called her to the table, saying that the food was ready.

Murong Le glanced at the dishes, basically they were all dishes she liked to eat, and her heart, which was originally regretful because of books, became active again!

"Huh? What is that bowl of black and black Uncle? ”

I saw that on Murong Bojing's seat, in addition to the rice, there was also a bowl of thick black juice, and there was a faint smell of medicine.

Odd!

The servant glanced at it and understood:

"That's the Chinese medicine that the master ordered to cook, specially for the young master to drink! Moreover, our kitchen is officially stationed today with a chef appointed by the master. ”

Murong Le frowned slightly, wondering in his heart, how could his grandfather suddenly order to boil Chinese medicine? What's the deal with that chef?!

Thinking of the doctor he saw in the morning, Murong Le suddenly had a thought in his mind:

Could it be that the uncle's body is sick?

And it also alarmed his grandfather, Murong Le suspected that things were not simple, and even very complicated.

"Da, da, da—"

The sound of steady footsteps downstairs sounded, Murong Le was stunned, and just saw Murong Bojing coming down from upstairs, looking nothing unusual.

After Murong Bojing cleaned his hands, he sat down at the dining table, during which Murong Le had been thinking about his illness.

"What is this?"

Murong Bojing stared at the pitch-black ink next to the rice bowl, it looked unpalatable, and his heavy eyes flashed with suspicion.

"Young master, this is the Chinese medicine that the master ordered us to prepare, saying that he wants you to drink it all."

The servant didn't know what these things were, but just obeyed the master's orders.

Murong Bojing frowned, stared at the pitch-black Chinese medicine, was silent for a long time, and suddenly remembered that when the old man had his birthday that day, he said that he would make soup for him.

This...... It shouldn't be a tonic soup, it smells bitter!

Estimated that it was a traditional Chinese medicine to heal a certain aspect of men, Murong Bojing's face instantly darkened, and his whole body exuded the aura of being unapproachable.

Murong Le paid attention to his uncle's reaction, and found that his face was becoming more and more unsightly, and he wondered in his heart if his hidden disease was not easy to treat?

"Take it and throw it out!"

Murong Bojing gave an order, directly took the Chinese medicine aside, and ordered the servant to pour it out.

"This ......"

The maid's face was embarrassed, if they poured it out, how could they explain it to the master, and the master also specially said that if you don't drink medicine, you can't get better.

"Young master, the master said that your illness ......"

"Shut up! Take it and throw it away! Hide it from the old man, and don't let him know. ”

Murong Bojing roared, his face as black as the eve of a storm, which was terrifying.

The servant trembled and didn't dare to refute, so he had to step forward and take the Chinese medicine, his steps were messy, and he was obviously frightened!

Murong Le looked at the angry uncle blankly, Sakura's lips moved, and he wanted to ask him, but he couldn't open his mouth.

"Eat!"

Sensing that the little woman was looking at her, she suddenly felt that her manly self-esteem was gone, and Murong Bojing roared.