The black-bellied master and apprentice: Master, the apprentice is here to grab the relative

Chapter 92 Angry
更新时间2013-11-0123:37:32。0
"This porridge is very different from ordinary white porridge. It has 'Shiquan Da Tonic' added in it. Do you still think it's too thin?" Lin Yizhu picked up Wu Zinuo's spoon and slowly stirred it until it was a little bit stewed. The jelly-like white porridge, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Shiquan tonic, it's not enough to eat too much. Is it necessary to stew such a big bowl every day? My body is already healed. This is not a waste of medicinal materials."

Of course, Wu Zinuo knew Lin Yizhu's subtext. This seemingly ordinary bowl was actually Ouyang Xin's recipe. For five days, the same bowl of medicine has been poured into the same bowl for breakfast, but it is stewed over a low heat until the aroma of the medicine is mixed with the aroma of the rice. In the end, only the usual rice-flavored porridge remains, don’t you? Will you get bored?
Otherwise, you can leave a little medicinal fragrance on the porridge, at least it still tastes good...

She was thinking in her heart how to talk to Lin Yizhu about this issue tactfully.

And having said that, according to her half-celestial, half-human physique, there is really no need to get these things to replenish her body. It only takes a few days, when her body adapts to normal operation, it will naturally recover. Rejuvenating and rejuvenating.

Besides, she is already very energetic now. Lin Yizhu has half-coaxed and half-deceived to eat a lot of rare and exotic herbs specially used to nourish her body these few days, and her body has already gained a lot of weight...

Although Lin Yizhu kept saying that she was too weak, that she was wearing a wide-sleeved long skirt, like a short-lived child who was about to become a fairy...

"Well, the problem of wasting medicinal materials...isn't what you said, and after all, picking some ingredients to nourish your body or not eating cooked ingredients...Which one is more wasteful?"

"..." Wu Zinuo was speechless by his slow, smiling but irrefutable words, so he reluctantly picked up the spoon and stuffed a few mouthfuls into his mouth, lest he be called not to cherish food head.

"To be honest, I don't need to cook such a big bowl for me tomorrow. I'm already a big man. These ingredients are treasures that are rare in a thousand years. Don't waste them on me like this!"

Seeing Lin Yizhu's slightly disappointed eyes, she felt a "thud" in her heart, and hurriedly said: "I'm really well, and I've been thinking about my swordsmanship for the past few days, and my hands are so itchy. , How many ways have we come?"

Lin Yizhu sat there silently, with lowered eyelids, unable to see what his face was like, and those eyes blinked slowly, making the eyelashes twinkle under the eyelids like two small fans.

Seeing his unknown appearance, Wu Zinuo became even more anxious: "Really, I can fight with you. I don't know how your sword skills are! Don't you believe me?"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yizhu stood up with a "huh" and gave Wu Zinuo a big jump.

The veins on his forehead burst out, his face was livid, and he turned around to leave.

Now Wu Zinuo was puzzled: She really didn't know that Lin Yizhu would be so angry that she didn't want to drink his porridge, and it wasn't that his porridge was not good, it was just that she was tired of eating too much.

"Okay, I'll drink!"

Seeing his back as he took a small step towards the door, Wu Zinuo felt a little wronged in his heart, lowered his voice, and became more serious.

After finishing speaking, she picked up the bowl of porridge, scooped it up with a spoon, and ate it bit by bit.

Lin Yizhu looked at her aggrieved back, sat lonely at the table without saying a word, felt pain in his heart, and didn't know what to do.

(End of this chapter)