"You don't know how to boil medicine, you can't make a fire, big brother asked you to do these things, why don't you refuse?"

"Big brother is sick, I should take care of you, why refuse?" Xue Lan was even more dazed, refused, didn't it seem that she was very wolf-hearted?

Nian Junyao remembered that one year Xue Lan and Jinshu fought with someone on the way to training, and they lost, Nian Jinshu was injured, so they secretly treated it, and Xue Lan took care of Nian Jinshu, but she gnawed on the fruit and gloated that she wouldn't, and asked Nian Jinshu to instruct her how to take medicine and bandage it, and deliberately made Nian Jinshu angry.

That kind of familiarity, cleverness, which was unique to youth, was now silent and submissive, and she didn't even notice that she had put herself in the dust, and seemed to have long been accustomed to it.

If it had been more than thirty years ago, Xue Lan would have been coquettish a long time ago.

Big brother, you're not too sick, you can make a fire yourself, I won't either.

You're going to run out of medicine.

Don't blame me.

That childlike nature, the feeling of being completely familiar with him, and trusting him, can't be recovered.

Nian Junyao has preferred the feeling of being relied on since he was a child, and he also has a slight desire to control his younger siblings, and hopes that they can call him and rely on him as they like, rather than taking care of him in this silent way, as if the roles are misplaced.

It is clear that Xue Lan is now sensible in the eyes of others.

In his opinion, it is distressing.

Take your time, Nian Jun Yao thought to himself, one day, he would find Xue Lan back.

It doesn't matter if he can't find it, he will get used to Xue Lan now.

Only when a person enjoys being loved and has a sufficient sense of security will he be coquettish unscrupulously, just like a child to his parents, knowing that his parents have no bottom line for him, so crying, sprinkling, joy, anger and sorrow are fully revealed.

This medicine, under the guidance of Nian Junyao, boiled quite satisfactorily, Xue Lan didn't feel hot, held the medicine bowl in front of him, Nian Junyao looked at the steaming medicine, took it and put it aside, and when it was warm, he was bored.

This disease should have recovered, but after drinking the medicine, it became more and more serious, and it had reached the point where she couldn't get out of bed, and she was so weak that Xue Lan was stunned.

Immortal cultivators, is his health so bad?

Nian Junyao seemed to see her confusion, "There have been a lot of things in Wanping City over the years, and the eldest brother himself has some old diseases, and he has not been able to get good treatment. ”

Xue Lan looked at the white snow flying outside, and secretly wondered in her heart, Beihai is really not a good place to recuperate.

Here it will only aggravate the condition.

But she couldn't convince Nian Junyao, Nian Junyao didn't look at the gentleman like a jade, he looked like a very good-tempered person, but he was a rare person who made a decision, and he didn't look back all the way, Xue Lan's eldest brother who kept putting it on his lips forgot about me, and he didn't mention it recently.

When Xue Lan came up with three dishes and one soup, Nian Jun Yao was stunned.

"You know how to cook?"

Xue Lan was slightly embarrassed, "Not really." ”

Nian Junyao looked at three dishes and one soup, the color was okay, because there were no fresh vegetables in Beihai, they were all pickled vegetables, pickled cabbage, pickled radishes were cut and fried together, the color looked okay, the soup was a big bone radish soup, and it looked very light, but Nian Junyao tasted it and swallowed it with a mouthful.

He remembered what Feng Liangzheng said to Yan Hui, next time I will eat the food cooked by Sister Jinshu, and we will break off our relationship.

After eating this mouthful of food, he has to drink at least a pot of water.

It's too salty.

Nian Jun Yao drank the soup without changing his color.

Nian Junyao, "......"

The dish was too salty, and there was no problem with the soup.

Xue Lan asked with some expectation, "Is it delicious?"

He finally knew why Yan Hui always said to the Nianjin Book with a clear conscience that it was delicious.

"Delicious!"

He laughed at the wild goose, and now the feng shui takes turns.

Xue Lan is a ghost, and she doesn't need to eat, these three dishes and one soup all have to go into his stomach.

The corners of Nian Junyao's eyes twitched, and for the first time, he swept the food very quickly, although the taste was heavy or light, at least it was cooked. Watching the fox demon do it many times, she knows the process somewhat.

Xue Lan asked, "Big brother is hungry, there are still some in the kitchen, I'll bring it to you again." ”

Nian Junyao, "......"