The spiritual food really lives up to its name!

It's made by myself, and the taste is a little scary.

It takes experience.

But Song Hao is already very satisfied, after all, it is his first time cooking, and it is good to be successful.

As the saying goes, you can't have both fish and bear's paws, and now your level is too low, and you can only choose one of the two in terms of taste and efficacy.

Fortunately, although this dispelling spirit porridge kills the dark cuisine in seconds, it is not prepared for itself anyway.

Instead, as a piece of the master's heart, he gave it to the cheap apprentice Yao Xiaoyandi.

There's nothing wrong with it getting rid of all kinds of diseases and strengthening the body.

As for the taste or something...... Well, good medicine is good for disease, so don't pay too much attention to it.

Song Hao thought irresponsibly.

On the side, Yun Xianzi's face showed a look of sympathy, with such a master on the stall, Yao Xiaoyan, this child, is also unlucky and sad.

However, a certain woman didn't want to think about it, she had no position to say this at all, when she first pitted Yao Xiaoyan, she was much more ruthless than Song Hao...... Let others wash clothes all night, a dignified ancient martial artist, stunned by the cold.

Therefore, in terms of their attitude towards Yao Xiaoyan, the two can be said to be half-hearted, and no one should complain about each other.

Since the spiritual porridge has been cooked, it should not be eaten early, and Song Hao also plans to send it to him, after all, drinking this porridge earlier is good for Yao Xiaoyan's physical recovery.

So Song Hao took out the bowl and put the spiritual porridge in the casserole inside.

It's black, just from the point of view of appearance, just looking at it, it makes people uncomfortable, and they have to swallow it...... Thinking about Yao Xiaoyan, it's quite pitiful.

It's a pity that Song Hao's sympathy came and went just as quickly...... Anyway, it's not eating by himself, and the dead friend Mo is the best description of his mood at the moment.

Soon, the spirit porridge was ready, and Song Hao was about to go out, but he was stunned.

Wait, why do you have to take the initiative to send it to the door.

Is it okay to be the master yourself?

As the saying goes, the master has something to do with the disciples.

The spiritual porridge has been boiled, why should I send it to the door for him?

Just let the kid do it himself.

This thought turned in his mind, and Song Hao was not ready to go out, but slid off his mobile phone, found Yao Xiaoyan's contact information, and pressed the dial.

Soon the call was connected.

"Ahh

Yao Xiaoyan's voice came into his ears, as if he was snorting, this kid's cold was more serious than he imagined: "Master, what's the matter?"

His voice was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect that Song Hao would take the initiative to contact him.

"It's nothing, just ask you, how is the cold?" I don't know why, Song Hao is a little weak-hearted, of course, on the surface, he wants to stretch the face of the master.

"It's fine. ”

Yao Xiaoyan sighed.

Hearing Shizun ask this question, how can he answer.

His heart is also desperate!

As the young master of the ancient martial arts family, he has been working hard to cultivate internal strength since he was a child, and his health is so good that he has nothing to say.

What is a cold?

In his memory, he only had a cold before the age of three.

Over the years, major and minor illnesses have not been related to him.

But I never expected that this time because of Xiuxian washing clothes, he fell ill in the cold wind of early winter.

Originally, he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that he could be cured by running the internal strength twice.

But it turned out to be a bit naïve.

There is a saying that illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread, especially for people like him who have not been sick for decades, once he catches a cold, it is really a bit exaggerated.

The internal forces seem to fail.

Note that this does not mean that he cannot exert his internal strength, but that the internal force is true qi, and he cannot play any effective defense against diseases.

The physique of a martial arts master is also ineffective.

In desperation, he had to go to the school hospital to see a doctor and get medicine.

In all fairness, the standard of the Affiliated Hospital of Jiangyun University is good, but Yao Xiaoyan took the cold medicine prescribed by the doctor, but his condition did not improve at all.

He himself was depressed.

The young master of the dignified ancient martial arts family, but he was tossed to death by a cold, sneezing and runny nose every day, and if he said it, he would be laughed to death.

At this time, when he heard the master ask, he also felt extremely embarrassed.

Of course, you can only reply with "okay", boys of this age are naturally good-looking.

It's a pity that the sound of snotting betrayed him, Song Hao scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy, don't you know how to respect the teacher, in front of the teacher, you still lie." ”

was exposed to the lie, Yao Xiaoyan was a little panicked.

This guy started to make up for it.

If you lie yourself, is the master angry?

I don't know the situation in the immortal cultivation world, but in the martial arts, it is taboo to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, what if the master is angry and uses this as an excuse to expel himself from the master?

Isn't my hard work a while ago in vain?

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, Yao Xiaoyan, who was scared of himself, couldn't help crying, and without saying a word, he apologized on the phone: "Master, don't be angry, I was wrong." ”

“......”

Song Hao looked confused.

I don't understand what this sudden apology is about.

What does a manly husband cry about?

Didn't Yao Xiaoyan catch a cold?

Why did he feel like he had a nervous disorder?

Doubts are doubts, but Song Hao can't hang up the phone directly.

I could only patiently comfort a few words, and it took a lot of effort to figure out the whole story, and I couldn't laugh or cry at once...... With such a rich imagination, why don't you write about it?

Also drunk.

"Xiaoyan, don't think about it, the teacher called you, just to know that you have a cold, I cooked a bowl of spiritual porridge for you here, which has the effect of eliminating all diseases and strengthening the body, you come over and drink it quickly." ”

"What, spirit porridge?"

Yao Xiaoyan was overjoyed.

Although he is in the second middle school, he is not stupid, so he naturally saw that Song Hao accepted him as an apprentice, and he accepted him very reluctantly, so he had an overreaction just now, in the final analysis, he was worried that Song Hao would not want his apprentice.

Unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to boil spiritual porridge to treat himself.

Shizun still cares about himself.

Perhaps worrying is unnecessary.

So Yao Xiaoyan thanked him a lot, hung up the phone, and came to Song Hao's rental house in a hurry.

And then also brought gifts.

Seeing the various snacks and snacks he was carrying, as well as fruits, with the cheekiness of Song Hao and Yun Fairy, he couldn't help but blush.

"This kid ...... is honest enough, and the two of themselves have been bullying honest people here, which seems to be a little immoral. ”

"Ahem, ahem, Xiaoyan, come in and sit. ”

So, Song Hao, who was ashamed in his heart, also behaved enthusiastically: "Look at you, come here, what gifts do you bring." ”

"Master, although the disciple is not good, he still understands the way of respecting the teacher. ”

"Well, good lad. ”

Song Hao nodded, he finally had a good impression of this cheap apprentice.

After receiving the other party's gift, Yao Xiaoyan also saw the bowl of black spiritual porridge on the table: "Master, this is what you said, the elixir of the immortal family?"