Aomame started yelling outside, "Okay! He's all healed! I'm exhausted!"

Aomame slammed into the stove, sucked her nose hard, and a silly smile appeared on her delicate face: "Oh! That's great! I have something to eat! You haven't cooked for a long time, parsley. I ate."

When Coriander saw Qingdou's complexion, she would spontaneously stiffen up: "This is not for you, you have to cook it yourself, this is for guests. What about others?"

"Oh, that Mr. Mu just fell asleep. This man is so powerful. He has suffered such a serious injury and can survive for so long. Even if I reshape his tendons, he didn't even blink his eyes. He It should be the most powerful human being I've ever seen." Aomame chirped, her eyes still staring at the white porcelain cup in the hand of the coriander, "Is there any extra coriander? Give it to me It’s okay at all. What you cook tastes completely different from what I cook myself.”

Coriander gave him a blank look, then turned her head and said to Feng Zhuoxi: "Sister, I'll make something else for you to eat later, and give Qingdou a reward for the rest of it."

Feng Zhuoxi said: "Okay, then I will trouble you."

Coriander smiled happily, and Aomame was stunned.

"Xiang, what's wrong with you? Why do you smile at people?" Aomame asked with wide eyes.

Coriander faced Aomame with a stern face, "What's none of your business?"

After finishing speaking, she took Feng Zhuoxi to visit the sleeping Mu Jiu.

Mu Jiuping was lying there, covered with a bright red thin quilt, which made his original thin complexion three shades of blood, and he looked much better.

Feng Zhuoxi walked over, sat down on the edge of the bed, and reached out to hold his big hand.

Still warm, dry, and reassuring.

Feng Zhuoxi's heart suddenly surged with enthusiasm, they are still alive, it's really great.

Mu Jiu seemed to sense Feng Zhuoxi's arrival, she woke up after not sleeping for a while, opened her bright and deep eyes, looked at Feng Zhuoxi with a teasing look, and said, "My lady, what kind of eyes are you doing? Isn't it distressing?"

Feng Zhuoxi slammed his fist on his chest, it looked like it was powerful, but in fact it was so soft that he didn't use any strength at all: "I'm half dead, and I still know how to joke."

"What's half-dead? I'm waiting for recovery, and I'll be fine tomorrow." Mu Jiu said.

At this time, he glanced, and saw Coriander standing vacantly at the foot of the bed. Not only was his small face tense, but he also looked at Mu Jiu with a scrutinizing gaze, as if he was sizing up his enemy.

Mu Jiu didn't understand, so he said, "What's wrong with this little brother? I don't seem to have bumped into the little brother."

Seeing that Mu Jiu suddenly broke his hostile thoughts, Xiangcai glanced at Feng Zhuoxi with some shame, took a moment of coyness before bringing the tray over, and said, "This is white porridge."

Feng Zhuoxi rubbed the little head of the coriander with a smile, and said to Mu Jiu: "Don't say such things to the coriander, he cooked this porridge for you."

Mu Jiu smiled and said: "That's because I said something wrong, I apologize like coriander. But my lady, I thought you would cook the porridge for me by yourself."

Feng Zhuoxi said: "If you are not afraid of diarrhea after eating, I can also cook it for you."

When Mu Jiu heard this, she smiled brightly, revealing her white teeth. [

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