Ding Qian lay on the faucet and retched several times, then rinsed her mouth several times with water. She felt that the taste in her mouth faded and disappeared, and then she got up with a grimace. "What's wrong?" Yang Yuxi walked out of the bedroom, surprised.
asked.
"What kind of soup did you buy? It's too bad to drink." Ding Qian complained. "No way?" Yang Yuxi said, although he didn't drink the soup, Ye Ming bought it in a Western restaurant.
Judging from the quality of that Western restaurant and other meals, it shouldn't be too bad.
"No, try it yourself." Ding Qian said angrily. As she spoke, Yang Yuxi had already arrived in the kitchen and smelled a strange smell between her nostrils. This smell was so familiar.
"This is..." Yang Yuxi's heartbeat accelerated quietly, and she quickly came to Ding Qian. When she saw the egg blossoms floating in the thermos cup and the familiar color, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and said in a trembling voice: "
Is this egg soup cooked with sad grass?" The voice was full of surprise.
"What sad grass, hey, I said you don't know what you bought, do you?" Ding Qian looked at Yang Yuxi in confusion. But she saw a look of surprise on her face, as if she didn't hear her words at all, and murmured in her mouth
Said: "This is egg soup boiled with sad grass. Although the smell is a bit strong, it is indeed the taste of sad grass. I didn't expect that he really found sad grass..." Yang Yuxi took a spoonful and tasted it. The taste was indeed...
At the taste of sad grass, I couldn't help but smile, and took another spoonful to my mouth.
"Hey, Yang Yuxi, aren't you stupid because of the stimulation? This soup tastes as bad as pot water. Don't drink it." Ding Qian saw Yang Yuxi drink two spoonfuls in succession and was about to drink the third spoonful. She reacted quickly
Come and stop her.
"What are you doing?" Yang Yuxi was immersed in the memories of her childhood. When Ding Qian interrupted her, she couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise. "What I'm doing, of course, is to stop you from doing stupid things. How can you drink this soup that tastes so bad? Forget it.
I think it's better to pour it out." Ding Qian said, picking up the thermos cup and preparing to pour it out.
"No." Yang Yuxi said hurriedly, with a look of worry on her face. "You are so nervous, who sent this soup?" Ding Qian stopped and looked at Yang Yuxi curiously. "No one sent it." Yang Yuxi avoided her eyes. "Yes.
Well, in that case, just throw it away. If you want to drink it, you can buy it again." Ding Qian's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and she deliberately said to throw it away. "No, you can't buy this soup."
Yang Yuxi said anxiously.
"That's not an honest explanation." Ding Qian raised the corners of her lips proudly. "This is a gift from Ye Ming." Yang Yuxi explained. "Ye Ming, no, he seems to be quite tasteful, judging from his elegant demeanor.
Yes, why would you give me such ghost soup?" Ding Qian looked disgusted. "Don't talk nonsense, this is not a ghost soup, but an egg soup cooked with sad grass." Yang Yuxi explained: "Every time I was sad when I was a child,
, my mother would cook egg soup with sad grass for me, and I would feel happy after drinking it... Today Ye Ming invited me to dinner and asked me what I wanted to eat. I said I wanted to drink this kind of soup, but there is no such soup in the market.
For sale, it can only be found in the countryside and wild fields. I thought it was impossible for him to get it, but I didn’t expect..."
"I didn't expect him to actually get it. He's really thoughtful." Ding Qian smiled, stepped forward and nudged her with her elbow and said: "Yuxi, handsome man Ye has such good intentions for you, you must grasp it."
