Jiang Nanyan looked at the bowl of dark concoction in his hand, and her whole face turned bitter.
"Do you have to drink all of this?" Jiang Nanyan asked with a look of fear.
The steaming bowl of medicine was as black as ink and must have been very bitter.
Jiang Nanyan suspected that if he really drank them all, it would be so painful that he would vomit out the bile.
Huangfulian saw through her thoughts at a glance, smiled and said softly, "Yan'er, this medicine is not bitter."[
"You're lying! It's so dark, how can it not be bitter?" Jiang Nanyan glared at Huangfulian and shrank back.
"It's really not bitter." Huangfulian said. In order to prove that her words were not false, she put the long-cooled medicine in the spoon into her mouth and swallowed it in front of Jiang Nanyan.
"I'm not lying to you, it's really not bitter at all." Huangfulian said earnestly, then scooped some soup and brought it to Jiang Nanyan's mouth, "Be good, drink it while it's hot. If it's cold, it won't have any effect.
Already."
Jiang Nanyan stared at Huangfulian for a long time, making sure that the expression on his face had not changed in any way, before finally opening his mouth and drinking the spoonful of black soup.
However, the next second, her whole body wrinkled up due to the bitter taste that suddenly entered her mouth.