Liang Zhaodi made a tonic soup, stewed astragalus with hen, which is very effective in adding blood to the human body. Although, the pheasant caught by Niu Erda Fool yesterday was a male, so he had to use it.

Yesterday, I made soup for a night, and I waited for Tu Wangsun to eat it when he woke up. After staying up all night, Liang Zhaodi was a little tired, so she fell asleep next to the pot. When she woke up, it was already bright, and the dazzling sun shone on her face, and she stretched her waist, excited to bring the results of last night's night to Tu Wangsun.

However, when Liang Zhaodi lifted the lid of the pot, she was dumbfounded. There was only half a bowl of soup left in the pot, and the chicken was gone. Liang Zhaodi sighed, those are all tonics! If you eat it, the fire is vigorous, and you will ......

Liang Zhaodi picked up the spoon next to her, and wanted to put the only remaining little soup in the bowl, saying that the essence of the stewed soup is all in this soup, and the essence of the essence should be the only remaining soup base. However, this soup base is small, and Liang Zhaodi can't scoop it up with a spoon, it's too little.

There was no way, Liang Zhaodi changed a spoon, scooped the spoon a few times, and put it in the bowl, only three spoons, and when I scooped it, the spoon couldn't reach it.

Who is it? Stealing my chickens, give me a little leftover. Your uncle, can you keep more? Liang Zhaodi held the three spoonfuls of soup in the bowl and cherished it extraordinarily. Turning around, there was still a spoonful at the bottom of the pot, and suddenly, if it wasn't put into the bowl, it would have been wasted. Want to become a strong woman?

Liang Zhaodi rolled up her sleeves, I must put away the soup that exists at the bottom of the pot, stand up the pot, and then pour it into the bowl, what is called thrift, what is called not wasting a little food, is to do it like yourself.

"Look, Hou Ye lifted the cauldron" A soldier was surprised to find that Hou Ye raised the cauldron, which one is this play. Isn't it another secret technique taught by an immortal.

It's just that looking at Liang Zhaodi's face flushed and grinning teeth, I really can't see why she is lifting the cauldron this time?

Just when Liang Zhaodi was trying to lift the pot the size of the car lid, she saw someone coming out of the corner of her eye, it was the soldiers who were curiously watching Liang Zhaodi lifting the pot just now, they really couldn't figure it out, what did Liang Zhaodi do this for? However, when they surrounded her, Liang Zhaodi was frightened.

, your uncle. There's only the last bit of soup left, and you won't let it go. There's only one spoonful of soup left, and so many of you come to grab it from me......

"Ahh ……”

Liang Zhaodi didn't have that much strength at all, she lifted such a heavy iron pot, and when she was trying to maintain her balance, when she poured soup into the bowl, her body lost her balance, and the pot in her hand also flew. Everyone on the scene was dumbfounded, Liang Zhaodi looked at the missing pot, above his head, he would definitely be photographed by this pot, it was like a Taoist priest's bell to collect demons, this one still carries soup, hey! There is no love in life that is difficult to say. Wouldn't it be possible if you didn't have that ability? It's just a spoonful of soup, isn't it? The image of Hou Ye has completely collapsed.

Liang Zhaodi's eyes darkened and closed her eyes. Don't see yourself in such a tragic scene!

When the pot blocked the light above Liang Zhaodi's head and was about to fall. Suddenly, stopped......