Zong Yu and Ji Qinghe took the soup bowl from Chu Xia's hand with flattered expressions on their faces and said thank you repeatedly.
Aunt Qing walked into the restaurant and glanced at the soup bowls in Zong Yu and Ji Qinghe's hands. She looked at them with distressed expressions and opened her mouth to say something. In the end, due to the presence of Nie Hanqiu and Chu Xia, she couldn't. Not spoken out.
"Hey..." Aunt Qing sighed softly, shook her head, turned around and went into the kitchen to serve them food.
Chu Xia sat opposite Zong Yu and Ji Qinghe with her hands on her hands, staring at them with a pair of big black and white eyes without blinking, and said excitedly: "Drink, drink quickly, this is Aunt Qing's specialty, hurry up Try it, how does it taste??”
"Hmm..." Although Zong Yu felt that the eager look in Chu Xia's eyes was a bit strange, but after thinking about it, she would not poison the soup bowl, so he hesitated, lowered his head and took a big sip.
Ji Qinghe turned his head and glanced at Zong Yu. When he saw that he drank, he lowered his head and tasted it.
"How is it, how is it??" Chu Xia's eyes seemed to be shining.
Nie Hanqiu and Xiaoxuan slowly walked into the living room, and at a glance they saw Zong Yu and Ji Qinghe frowning, holding a large bowl of soup, as if they were savoring something carefully.
"This smell..." Zong Yu hesitated for a moment, turned to look at Aunt Qing who was serving rice in the kitchen, and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "This smell seems a bit strange??"
"What's weird??" Chu Xia glanced at his bowl, and then realized that Aunt Qing not only put Qunjianjiu this time, but also put some tonic Chinese medicine, and the flavors were mixed Considering the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine, no wonder Zong Yu felt that it tasted strange when he drank it.
"Hehe..." Chu Xia smiled at Zong Yu, then pointed at the Chinese herbal medicine in the soup and said: "This is medicated soup. Aunt Qing is the best at it. It is winter now. Drink more medicated soup to replenish your body and go out. You won’t feel cold either.”
"But Zong Yu and I are not afraid of the cold..." After Ji Qinghe took a sip of the soup, he felt that the taste was really unacceptable, so he put the soup bowl on the table and said helplessly to Chu Xia.
"Qinghe, weren't you just injured in the Forest of Ten Thousand Demons a few days ago?" Chu Xia blinked at Ji Qinghe with her big innocent eyes, and persuaded him: "I know that you have the function of automatic recovery. But as the saying goes, one injury damages one's vitality. You don't seem to feel anything special now, BUT!! When you get older, you will feel soreness in your back, pain in your legs, and cramps in your legs when it blows or rains. My whole body is sore, so come on, drink more!”
"Huh??" This was probably the first time Ji Qinghe heard this theory, and he was stunned for a moment.
"Ah, what, drink it quickly." Seeing that he was not moving, Chu Xia directly reached out and picked up the night's tonic soup on the table and stuffed it into his hand.
"Then... let's drink. What should we drink, boss..." Ji Qinghe held the bowl of soup with some embarrassment. To be honest, he would rather wait until he gets old and have backache and leg cramps than take another sip of this weird-tasting thing. Great tonic soup.
"Hehe, don't worry, Aunt Qing has cooked a lot. There is still more in the pot. There is still more in the pot. Come on, you're welcome. Since you are coming to our house for dinner."
(End of chapter)