"Doctor Hua said that the essence is in the juice, so it is easier for the mother's body to absorb it!" Butler Liu said seriously.
Dr. Hua thought he was a senior traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. It is said that the older a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner is, the more sophisticated his medical skills are. But in Li Xiaoyou’s opinion, this is all people’s directional thinking.
You can never rely on your old age to show off your old age!
But the old Chinese doctor surnamed Hua had a weird temper and never accepted the request for a consultation. I don't know how much experience Mu Chenfeng had to go through, but the old man with a goatee actually came to check her pulse.
Well, tire protection!
Then I prescribed some medicated soups and the like, and asked Chu Zi to make them in a different way for her to drink.
Li Xiaoyou was greedy at the time, and the food cooked by the chef at home was indeed mouth-watering, so he didn't think anything of it.
But after drinking soup for a month, and now seeing liquid again, can I not want to vomit?
But now that I think about it, Mu Chenfeng seems to know that old Chinese medicine doctor.
She herself felt as if she had seen it before. Where did she see it?
...Ah, by the way, dysmenorrhea, it was the time she had dysmenorrhea!
"Can you not drink it?" She looked at the stern-faced Butler Liu cautiously, her voice as low as a gnat.
"Miss Li, even if you don't drink, the child in your belly will still drink!"
Li Xiaoyou curled her lips and cursed in her heart, "The baby didn't tell you, how did you know he or she wanted to drink it!"
Maybe he or she is just like me and has long been fed up with it!
Although she thought so, she still tried her best not to be so rude, so she could only take a step back and begged, "Then let me cool down and then drink."
"The effect of the medicine will be gone when it cools down. Besides..." Butler Liu looked at her coldly, with an imperceptible sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.
"Miss Li, please be clear about who this soup is for."
Why doesn’t this woman have any sense? If she hadn’t had a child, who would have stewed such precious snow clams for you to drink?!
It stands to reason that pregnant women are emotionally fragile and prone to relapses.
Until this moment, Li Xiaoyou understood.
Faced with this serious housekeeper's reminder of her identity, she was indeed very vulnerable.
Li Xiaoyou felt a little bitter, picked up the bowl and drank all the soup in one breath.
As if monitoring her, Butler Liu felt relieved when he saw the empty bowl. He turned his head and coldly ordered Xiao An, who was looking away and trying his best to endure it.
"Help Miss Li back to the room!"
"Yes." Xiao An lowered his head and helped her up.
Li Xiaoyou just smiled and didn't say anything.
Housekeeper Liu was right, but she was wrong. She didn't recognize her own identity, and relied on her mother and son to do whatever she wanted. She pursed her lips and let Xiao An help her go upstairs.
Once she reached the second floor, the smile on her face could no longer hold on.
"Xiao You, don't be sad!" Looking at her slumped face, Xiao An was a little anxious and comforted her awkwardly.
Li Xiaoyou wanted to smile at her, but she always felt that the three muscles on her face that guided the smile were out of control. Finally, she patted Xiao An's hand comfortingly. "It's okay, I'm a little tired, go take a nap!"
"Xiao..." Xiao An couldn't bear it and could only watch her go back to the room.
Even someone as timid as her felt a little aggrieved on her behalf. Although he was just a housekeeper, he always treated Li Xiaoyou with a cold face and a stern look.
He doesn't show any basic respect, and usually shows a kind of ridicule that even she can understand.
You can't be like this as a human being. You are also using people's money to work for others, so why bother.
A hint of mischievous emotion that was deeply infected by Li Xiaoyou appeared, and she suddenly remembered the title of a song——