"Let's eat!"

Cao Hongyuan took the lead in cleaning his hands, picked up a soup that was as clear as white water, and took a sip.

Song Ning sniffled, the strange fragrance she smelled just now came from this Gu soup cup.

"Boiling cabbage?"

Song Ning took a deep breath intoxicated, and couldn't wait to stretch out her paw to grab the soup that belonged to her.

Syllable!

Cao Hongyuan drew his chopsticks to Song Ning's paws, "Clean your hands!" ”

He didn't exert much force, but Song Ning's skin was extraordinarily delicate, and soon a shocking red mark appeared on the back of her hand.

Cao Hongyuan's eyes deepened, and he suddenly lost interest in eating.

He stood up, kicked away the stool next to him, and went out without saying a word.

"Sick!"

Song Ning didn't even look at the scars on the back of her hands, washed her hands anxiously, and began to enjoy the food.

Cao Hongyuan is really good at enjoying it!

Look, this meal is almost at the level of the state banquet.

It's better he's gone, it's all hers!

Song Ning is like a little mouse that has fallen into a rice bowl, and her mouth has never stopped.

Another real mouse had a round belly and was lying miserably on the table to eat.

When Cao Hongyuan reappeared with a small jade bottle, there was only an empty plate on the table that was cleaner than his face.

The portions of these dishes are not large, although there are a lot of them, but they are not tolerable!

Besides, every white rice is served, and Song Ning accidentally eats it all...

"Heh..."

Cao Hongyuan laughed directly.

Song Ning, who was spreading out on the sofa and standing up, was inexplicably a little weak-hearted, and Cao Hongyuan seemed to have no food to eat...

"I'll ask Yu Hua to help you fry a few dishes..."

Song Ning pulled the corners of her mouth dryly, revealing a smile, jumped up and walked out the door.

"Soon, you wait a minute..."

Cao Hongyuan raised his footsteps and grabbed Song Ning's wrist quickly and accurately.

Song Ning was shocked, and her left hand subconsciously began to pinch it.

Although she didn't have any Yin Qi around her to borrow from her at this time, she could still use the Lightning Channeling Technique!

Cao Hong was far from paying attention to Song Ning's complicated inner activities, and as soon as the palm of her wrist was flipped, Song Ning's red and swollen back was exposed to the sight of the two.

He opened the small porcelain bottle in his hand with one hand, dug out a lump of fragrant and translucent turquoise ointment, and carefully applied it to the back of Song Ning's hand.

Belch...

Song Ning looked slightly stunned, and his left hand subconsciously clenched his fist, putting away the spiritual power that was about to be shot out.

"I'll do it myself..."

Song Ning opened her mouth a little awkwardly and turned her wrist uncomfortably.

Cao Hongyuan is like this... She felt weird...

"Don't move!"

Cao Hongyuan's movements tightened to ensure that Song Ning couldn't break free.

He carefully applied a thick layer of ointment to all the red and swollen areas, and finally blew lightly.

The weirdness in Song Ning's heart became even heavier, and she didn't know if it was the effect of the ointment, or the last breath Cao Hongyuan blew, the back of her hand was itchy.

Song Ning couldn't help but want to catch it, but Cao Hongyuan pinched her other wrist.

"Don't catch it!"

Cao Hongyuan rarely showed a smile, "Have you heard of the dream doctor?" ”

"Huh?"

Song Ning looked at Cao Hongyuan suspiciously, and instantly forgot the movements in his hand.

"Have you heard of the heavenly poets in Tibet?"

Cao Hongyuan grabbed a Song Ning's wrist with one hand, and his gesture was cordial.

It's a pity that Song Ning's attention was focused on Cao Hongyuan's words, and she didn't think about it at all.

Cao Hongyuan showed a charming smile, which made Song Ning's eyes dizzy.

"The dream doctor is similar to the heavenly poet, an ordinary peasant woman who can't even read big words, and accidentally had a strange dream one night..."

"In the dream, a strange person dictated a recipe to her, and what was even stranger was that when the old woman woke up, the recipe seemed to be engraved in her head."

"The medicinal herbs used in that recipe are even more common on the mountain... The old woman succeeded in making this miraculous plaster according to the method taught by the strange man..."

Cao Hongyuan raised the small jade bottle in his hand, "It's this ointment, its effect is very powerful, burns, burns, knife wounds... They all work wonders. ”

"But the strange thing is that only this old woman can make it, even if someone else gets the recipe, they can't make it one by one according to the old woman's movements..."

"Amazing, isn't it?"

"It's amazing indeed!"

Song Ning was deeply attracted by Cao Hongyuan's words, she didn't expect such a magical existence in this world?

Maybe she had the same world before, but the world was too big and she had too little contact.

Song Ning wanted to take the little jade bottle and take a look at it confidently, but when her arm moved, she found that her wrist was still holding in Cao Hongyuan's palm.

"Can you let it go?"

Song Ning struggled slightly, Cao Hongyuan was not moved at all, and stared at the back of Song Ning's right hand stubbornly.

"Good! Wait another three seconds..."

Song Ning's wrist was stunned, and the strange feeling in her heart was even worse, Cao Hongyuan was... Are you flirting with her?

Shrewd?

？？？

Is he crazy, or is she crazy?!

Song Ning's eyes immediately widened, as if she wanted to see through Cao Hongyuan's eyes...

"You..."

"That's it!"

As soon as three seconds passed, Cao Hongyuan kept his promise and let go of Song Ning's wrist.

"Now look down at the wound..."

Cao Hongyuan's temper was surprisingly good and reminded Song Ning.

Song Ning looked down consciously, and the redness and swelling on the back of her hand had really disappeared.

It turns out that Cao Hongyuan said three seconds is what he meant...

Sure enough, it's a miracle ointment!

Wrong! That's not the point!

The point is, what does Cao Hongyuan mean?

"This bottle of ointment will be given to you..."

Cao Hongyuan took a few steps back with his palms open, and put the small jade bottle on the table.

"Uh..."

Song Ning's words in her heart were suddenly blocked in her stomach, and she almost didn't hold back her internal injuries.

It's her own passion...

"Let's go to Mr. Hou's side first..."

After such a while, Xiao Zhao intimately sent over a bowl of noodles that looked quite good.

Cao Hongyuan ate the noodles elegantly, and didn't even look at Song Ning.

Song Ning was hit by another arrow in her heart.

It's really her own passion...

She said how could Cao Hongyuan take a fancy to her!

Don't scare yourself, it's scary to be looked down upon by someone like him!

Song Ning picked up the small jade bottle, gently dug out a small piece of ointment and felt it carefully, and then sighed softly.

"There is a faint spiritual power in this..."

"No wonder it works so well..."

Spiritual power?

Cao Hongyuan ate the fingers of noodles, but quickly returned to normal.

"I'm going to prepare it, you eat slowly..."

Song Ning used the excuse of preparation to leave the living room openly.

"When is this kind of day a head!"

Song Ning let out a long sigh and instantly collapsed her shoulders.

She originally made an appointment with Bai Zhi to go to Uncle Hou's house tomorrow.

It's okay now, with Cao Hongyuan, it's inconvenient to go anywhere...

O God!

"Miss Song Ning, Gongzi Cao told you to hurry up!"

Xiao Zhao stared at Song Ning expressionlessly, like an unscrupulous overseer.

Rush Urge! Urgent!

"Ahh

Song Ning's face flushed, and she rubbed a few handfuls of her hair irritably.