In fact, Zong Bao did, as he said, cook quite economically, because after cooking, there was almost no color except for a small piece of ginseng in the bowl. The clear soup was really watery, so Zong Bao took the rest.

After handing me two or three small pieces of ginseng wrapped in cloth, he climbed directly onto the kang, spread them out and glanced at me: "Drink while it's hot."

I was a little reluctant to let go. I watched it for a long time before blowing on it twice and drinking it into my stomach. After lying down, Zong Bao and I occupied one end of the kang. I might have slept too much or thought too much. I didn’t feel sleepy.

My mind was still very confused. When I turned off the light, I still felt sorry for the ginseng in my heart, but I couldn't say that Zong Bao, he came for me and helped me cook the soup. I shouldn't even thank him.

How can you still talk about him?

"Jiaolong, are you asleep?"

"without."

After lying in the dark for a while, I heard Zong Bao open his mouth and immediately responded: "Go to sleep, you have worked hard these days."

He seemed to be thinking about something. He was quiet for a while and then called me again: "Jiaolong."

"Um?"

"I think something is wrong with Cheng Baize."

I turned over and rushed towards him from a distance. With my eyes closed, I kept replying: "What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!