"Just say what you have, don't have this expression."
"Sister, has my mental condition become very bad recently?" Fang Ping said with a worried tone.
Mrs. Al: ...
"Have you drank the spirit warming liquid recently? How many times a day? Did you go to the mecha with them and play holographic mecha pk?"
"This—how can this be avoided." Fang Ping said: "In the entire retirement group, no one can do it except for the old iron."
"Don't change the subject, is my situation getting worse?"
Fang Ping was tense.
Mrs. Al sighed.
Fang Ping's heart became even more tense.
"No, only a little bit." Mrs. Al said this sentence countless times, "You are all old, and as you grow older, your physical condition will get worse and worse."
And because more potential was overdrawn and more injuries were suffered when young, the degeneration rate will be much faster than ordinary people.
Therefore, it is necessary to quit some things, start drinking the spirit warming liquid, and be regularly delivered by the spiritual healer to heal the spirit.
However, she said this ten thousand times, but no one listened.
It's all mixed up.
"Is it really a little bit?"
"If you're really that scared, you should be like Lao Tie. He's older than you, but healthier than you."
Fang Ping shook his head, how could an ordinary person be like a veteran.
"Then what else do you say, wait for it to get worse."
The conversation between the two ended here.
When Jiang Qiuqiu used the casserole to stew the soup and fry the meat with oil, Fang Ping's nose fluttered, and he couldn't help but glance at Mrs. Ayer, "Is it really not that bad?"
"No..." Mrs. Al was almost annoyed by his question, "Why do you keep asking this?"
"If not, why did you suddenly invite a chef from the revolving restaurant to prepare delicious food for me? I'm so scared."
"..."
Mrs. Al was speechless for a while, "You have such a rich imagination."
"She doesn't belong to the revolving restaurant. Besides, haven't you eaten at the revolving restaurant? Is it so delicious?"
Mrs. Eyre introduced Jiang Qiuqiu again.
"So, she is really a spiritual healer?"
"Well, a spiritual healer who takes food into Taoism is very good at cooking."
"...Is there such a kind of spiritual healer?" Fang Ping was shocked.
"Yes, I did it once before." But that was a long time ago. Contrary to Qiuqiu, the food-based spiritual healer of the same age as Mrs. Ayer's cooking skills were not very good, even a bit bad.
I don't even know why, the uglier the food in her hand, the better the effect.
Later, she slowly fell silent. Sink to the bottom to become a spiritual healer.
It will take some time to cook. Mrs. Ayer asked Fang Ping to check his mental strength and body as usual. Jiang Qiuqiu finished all the dishes during the check.
With exercise, the spiritual sea is getting wider and wider, and I don’t feel too tired after cooking a meal.
When Fang Ping came out, he could smell the fragrance. When he went to the kitchen to serve the food, he could barely walk.
Three people had a satisfying lunch.
All plates are empty.
He lavishly praised Jiang Qiuqiu's cooking skills in his seat, saying that Jiang Qiuqiu was born in the contemporary era, and under the strong impact of delicious food, the sense of healing seemed a bit unsatisfactory.
Fang Ping couldn't help but invite Jiang Qiuqiu to be his exclusive spiritual healer.
"Young girl can do whatever you want, as long as you want it, as long as I have it!" A phrase specially used by Mr. Ba to express his love, paired with Fang Ping's face, is quite contrasting and cute.
Jiang Qiuqiu smiled.
Mrs. Ayer kicked him directly: "What are you thinking, is it exclusive? Dreaming, the little girl has her own business, you pay for every meal, hurry up and get the mental training device."
"..."
"You are too fierce."
Fang Ping still went to get the mental training device.
In the later exchanges, Fang Ping saw the needles, and still wanted to instigate Jiang Qiuqiu, and asked her if she had any ideas about coming to work, it would be fine if she wasn't exclusive, and if she had something to do, come here.
But they were all rejected by Mrs. Al.
"You think beautifully."
"Qiuqiu won't come here alone—"
At this time, Mrs. Al showed her fangs to her disobedient patient:
You have to send me a video of yourself drinking nutrient solution four times a day for half a month, and Qiuqiu will come again.