Chapter Seventy-Six: What's in the Soup?
With such a close approach, Gao Ziyu didn't move, and he didn't say a word. He was afraid that as soon as he made a sound, such a beautiful picture would be broken.
It's just that she didn't look at him, but lowered her eyebrows and sniffed the soup.
"Don't you think your soup tastes weird?" The swan sniffed, looked up at him, and said.
Gao Ziyu tilted his head back slightly, touched the tip of his nose with the slender fingers of his left hand, and shook his head.
He didn't know that his unconscious movements had angered the swan at once, she straightened up, frowned twice, glared at him and roared, "What do you mean? Do I have bad breath? ”
Gao Ziyu was stunned and hurriedly shook his head.
"No, then you're looking up and covering your nose?! Do you know that your actions like this are hurtful! I see that you usually roll in the women's pile, and you haven't learned this bit of gentlemanly demeanor?! ”
The swan was really angry, thinking that although she had not been able to escape the fate of always meeting a scumbag, but where she went, where the men were around, how could she have been disliked by him again and again like this!
"Did I say yes?" Gao Ziyu was also slightly annoyed, what do you mean by him "also rolling in the women's pile"? He has a habit of cleanliness for women, and he will never sleep in the bed that a woman has slept in, let alone go to the woman's pile to roll? Besides, he really didn't dislike her as Swan thought. In fact, the smell on her body is so good, and he really likes it.
"It's good if you don't have it!" Swan snorted, "Don't you think your soup tastes weird?" ”
"Nope." Gao Ziyu heard her say this twice, so he scooped up a spoonful, put it under his nose, and sniffed gently. But then he put down the spoon and shook his head: "No problem. This is the taste of a few Chinese medicines. ”
His food was tested by a special person. When he comes out of the kitchen, someone will test him, and before giving it to him, there will be a security guard who is not far away to check it again.
"Yes, I know that your soup is the taste of several Chinese medicines, Bupleurum chinensis, Muxiang, Dabai, Yimi and astragalus are boiled into soup, right?" The swan stretched out his finger and touched the tip of his nose, and said with certainty.
Gao Ziyu is not interested in which Chinese medicines are in the soup, and he is really not an expert. Hearing the swan speak so firmly, it is estimated that it is just a few things, I heard that although this swan is not very good at studying, after all, it has been mixed with medical school for several years.
So he just raised his eyes to look at the swan and asked lightly, "So what?" What's weird? ”
The swan furrowed a pair of eyebrows, looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, got up to leave, and threw a sentence before leaving: "It doesn't feel right." It's not the taste of pure astragalus, it's like a chemical medicine. ”
She was tempted to tell him that she had sniffed the chemical Ah Lun in his soup. Because when she was an intern in the pharmacy department, she had made a distinction between that smell and the smell of other medicines. Her teacher at the time was a young female teacher, and she told Swan with a smile that it was a new type of enchanting medicine. Let the swan remember the taste well, and it is best not to let people drug the wine and suffer a loss.
The teacher said it was fun, but the swan remembered it in her heart all of a sudden, plus her memory is amazing, as long as it is the knowledge she wants to remember, she will never forget it, she will never forget it, she will never forget it!
So when she smelled the smell of Gao Ziyu's soup, she immediately remembered the taste of Aaron.