"Uncle Hu, if you want to drink, I will serve it for you later."
"You lied to me? Look how much soup is left here. Who can drink it? Give this to me!"
Meng Yao holds the soup bowl firmly.
Uncle Hu came to grab it, and she grabbed it hard, her face turning red from holding back.
"Uncle Hu, if you want to drink it, I will make it for you later."
Uncle Hu, Uncle Hu, don't drink this casually, it contains a sedative, and you will get dizzy if you drink it.
Has Uncle Hu forgotten her idea?
But Uncle Hu couldn't hear the scream in Meng Yao's heart, and he didn't know what was wrong with him and he had to grab it.
Jiang Huizhi covered her mouth and coughed a few more times. While coughing, she said, "Give it to the old man!"
Although Meng Yao's cooking was delicious, she had no appetite and what she had eaten just now was forced. Even if she was asked to drink chicken soup, she resisted.
Old Man Hu seems to have never eaten anything good in his life, and he wants to grab even a little bit of chicken soup.
Meng Yao was distracted when she heard Jiang Huizhi talking. As soon as she was distracted, the soup bowl in her hand was snatched away by Uncle Hu.
He "sucked, sucked, sucked," and sighed as he drank.
"What Yao Yatou makes is delicious, but it has a medicinal smell. Did you add too much ingredients?"
Meng Yao stamped her feet, "That's for my godmother's body!"
"The same goes for replenishing my body."
Uncle Hu had been hanging around with Old Man Sun for a while, and he knew what it meant to be weak and not to be replenished. He was afraid that he would be too replenished and over-replenished for Old Lady Jiang, so he grabbed the chicken soup at this moment.
A small bowl of chicken soup was not enough for him. After drinking it, Ba Ba licked his lips and thought about it. He couldn't help but say: "It tastes good, but the smell of medicine is too strong."
Meng Yao wanted to cry but had no tears.
The chicken soup not only contains some spices for making the soup, but also some soothing medicine specially prescribed by Dr. Sun. It's strange that it has no taste.
Originally it was for Aunt Jiang, but now it’s better, Uncle Hu drank most of it.
Uncle Hu saw that there was still chicken soup in the stewed chicken, so he wanted to scoop it up again, but Meng Yao puffed up his cheeks and knocked his hand away.
"Uncle Hu, this is stew for my godmother."
A whole chicken was stewed. Most of the chicken was eaten by the family and only a few pieces of chicken were brought. The soup was specially prepared by Meng Yao and stewed specially for Jiang Huizhi to drink. It was a medicinal soup.
Uncle Hu felt resentful and felt that Meng Yao was stingy. Ever since she accepted old lady Jiang as her godmother, she didn't get along with him anymore.
Meng Yao finally poured out some chicken soup and brought it to Jiang Huizhi.
Meng Yao had skimmed off the cooking oil for half a bowl, so it didn't look greasy, but Jiang Huizhi had already lost her appetite.
"Give that bad old man a drink and let him drink as much as he can."
This is not possible.
Meng Yao stopped him and shook his head vigorously.
"Godmother, I stew this specially for you to replenish your body. If Uncle Hu wants to drink it, I can stew it for him when I have time!"
As he said that, he couldn't help but stepped on Uncle Hu, who was about to come over and grab the chicken soup.
Uncle Hu couldn't help but sigh after he cried out "Ouch" in pain.
"What kind of chicken soup should I give that old woman? Didn't you see that she doesn't want to drink it? If she wants to drink it, how can I win over it?"
Therefore, if you want to know more about Jiang Huizhi, you still have to count Uncle Hu.
Jiang Huizhi rolled her eyes at Uncle Hu and pushed the bowl toward the middle, "I don't want to drink these greasy things."
Meng Yao knew that he had wronged Uncle Hu, so he gritted his teeth and moved his feet away.
Then looking at the little chicken soup, I still persuaded.
"Godmother, that's all, just drink it!"
"Don't worry, my stew is very delicious and not greasy!"
As he said that, he reached out to help Jiang Huizhi pick up the bowl and brought it to her mouth.
Jiang Huizhi was helpless and responded: "Okay, then I'll give it a try!"
After tasting it, I realized that what Old Man Hu said about having a medicinal taste was true. It did indeed have a medicinal taste, and the medicinal taste was very strong.
Uncle Hu rarely dealt with medicinal materials, but Jiang Huizhi did not. She and Old Man Sun had been married for such a long time, so naturally they had a lot of contact with medicinal materials, and she thought she knew a little about these.
This is more than just a stew of medicinal spices.
She only took a sip and then raised her head, "What did you use to stew it? It's quite fragrant!"
Meng Yao chuckled guiltily, "This is a stewed soup. If I learned it from someone else and specially used it to replenish my body, it would be good if my godmother finds it delicious."
Jiang Huizhi's eyes flashed, she nodded with a smile, held the bowl, and drank the small amount of chicken soup.
Meng Yao felt relieved when he saw that Jiang Huizhi had drunk all the medicine. He was afraid that the medicine would be strong too quickly, so he asked quickly: "Godmother, would you like to take some more?"
Jiang Huizhi shook her head and said, "Eat."
Naturally, Meng Yao didn't try to dissuade her. He bared his teeth and said, "Then let me help you go to bed to rest?"
Jiang Huizhi got up as Meng Yao wished, but Uncle Hu was still eating there. At first he only ate Mapo Tofu, but now that old lady Jiang stopped eating, he took off his chopsticks for every dish.
Take a bite and nod a few times.
"What the little girl cooks is delicious. Old lady Jiang is really unlucky."
"This sweet and sour short ribs are made, um, um, the sweet and sour taste is perfect... Who did the little girl learn from? It doesn't seem like she can figure it out on her own!"
"This tofu is so tender, I am so lucky!"
"Vinegar potato shreds, did you cut these potatoes yourself? The little girl has good knife skills!"
Uncle Hu had a great time eating.
But he was obviously enjoying the food, but for some reason he felt a little sleepy.
Uncle Hu yawned and burst into tears.
"Why are you sleepy? I had a good rest yesterday!"
This drowsiness seemed to go unnoticed. As soon as Uncle Hu finished speaking, he yawned one after another.
Tears also flowed out from the corners of his eyes.
Qi Boyan followed Meng Yao and the others for a few steps, and then stopped when he saw her helping Jiang Huizhi to the bed.
However, he took a few faint glances at the hidden emotions in Jiang Huizhi's eyes.
It seems that my wife is really not the type to do bad things.
Meng Yao took care of Jiang Huizhi, and Qi Boyan naturally had to be stubborn about Uncle Hu who was yawning more and more.
Uncle Hu was still wondering, his body was getting sleepier and sleepier, his eyelids were drooping, and he could hardly open them.
The food that particularly appealed to him no longer tasted good.
Qi Boyan turned back, walked gently and sat next to Uncle Hu.
Looking at Uncle Hu who was resting his chin in sleep, he sighed softly and took the chopsticks he still held in his hand.
He asked softly: "Uncle, is the chicken soup delicious?"
"Chicken, chicken soup, delicious!"
Uncle Hu was groggy and still praising how delicious the chicken soup was. He pinched a few strands of his long beard in his hand and pulled them.
The head feels a little bit, and the beard hurts, and people will wake up more.
He muttered, still praising Meng Yao, "The food made by this little girl is delicious. You guys are really lucky in eight lifetimes, marrying this little girl!"
"You are not worthy of a young girl, and you are not sensible enough..."
Uncle Hu scolded Qi Boyan, who nodded quietly.
"So not everyone can drink the chicken soup made by the little girl. Does Uncle Hu know?"
"Gah?"
What's the meaning?
Uncle Hu's head was spinning slowly, and his head was spinning again and again, and finally he came to his senses.
"The little girl made chicken soup, yes, yes..."
At this moment, there was a "clang" and someone pushed the door open.
In addition to Liu Yishou, who just went to withdraw money, Hu Si also walked in.
Uncle Hu's head was already dizzy, and he muttered alone, "Chicken, chicken soup..."
However, he kept chanting and chanting, but before he could say anything, the other person fainted.