Chapter 482： gift

When Lu Wanqing saw her happily responding like this, she was puzzled.

She looked at An Rushuang carefully, as if she wanted to find something in her eyes, but unfortunately, Lu Wanqing didn't see anything.

After a while, she coldly snorted, "Just remember what you said just now. When the cousin wakes up, you must tell him that this soup is a gift I gave him."

Thinking of the way Meng Li drank this thing, she couldn't help feeling refreshed.

After saying this, Lu Wanqing turned around and walked out without waiting for An Rushuang to respond.

Looking at Lu Wanqing's back, the old man and An Rushuang saw her walking farther and farther until they could not see.

The old man cast a look at An Rushuang and walked directly into the house.

An Rushuang followed, and the two went straight into the door.

But Fang closed the door, and the old man quickly turned around and asked solemnly, "How about the soup?"

An Rushuang shook his head: "I can't see if it is an antidote, but there is something terrible in the soup."

The old man looked at her suspiciously.

An Rushuang slowly said: "A lot of mandalas, gods, and maybe there are things I didn't notice."

This mandala and celestial being are both extremely deadly herbs.

But the two things, if used a little, have a little calming effect.

The two looked at each other, and they didn't know what Lu Wanqing was making.

The soup was still on the table, but the two looked at each other and couldn't make up their minds for a while.

But looking at the weather, both of them knew in their hearts that Meng Li's situation could not be dragged on like this.

This decision must be made as soon as possible.

But no one can be sure what effect this bowl of soup will have after Meng Li drank it.

The sun slowly shone into the house, the sun was hot, but there was a lot of ice in the house, and the two of them could only feel the chill all over their bodies.

After a while, the old man suddenly got up, smiled on his face, slapped him, and made a crisp sound.

He also immediately said: "I have a way!"

An Rushuang looked at him, with a heart in his throat instantly, and quickly asked, "What is the solution?"

But the old man didn't look at her anymore. He pulled out his legs and walked outside, saying, "Take good care of the soup, you'll know when I get back."

With that said, he went straight out.

An Rushuang faintly listened to him asking the young goalkeeper outside: "Where is the messiest place here..."

The little janitor was obviously also extremely confused, and when he reported a location, the old man's slightly staggering footsteps became farther away.

What is he going to do?

An Rushuang was puzzled, she turned to look at Meng Li, sighed in her heart, and walked slowly next to Meng Li.

But in a place she couldn't see, in this room, on the sandalwood table, in the small soup cup, there was a very small sound, like dust cracking.

An Rushuang frowned and looked around the room, thinking that he was too tired.

But if she opened the lid of the soup cup now, she would be able to see that the small bubbles in the soup were slowly exploding one by one.

There were not many bubbles, but in the bubbles that exploded, there were very tiny white bugs, wriggling slightly.

It seems that this hot soup cup is their favorite environment.

After a while, An Rushuang heard a ‘bang bang’ knock on the door.

She moved in her heart and quickly got up and opened the door. It was the old man standing outside the door.

But the old man was completely dirty at this time, exuding an indescribable sour smell, as if he had been thrown in the trash and pickled, making it hard to look straight at.

But An Rushuang looked at his hand subconsciously, and couldn't help but startled slightly.

These hands were still as pale and clean as when he left.

An Rushuang's gaze moved down slightly, staying on top of a rattan basket in his hand. From time to time there were knocking sounds and many squeaking sounds.

Before he opened it, she guessed something in her heart.

"Light on the stove."

As the old man confessed, he carried the rattan basket and walked straight into the house.

When An Rushuang heard this, he glanced at Meng Li subconsciously, and couldn't help but said, "Now?"

In this midsummer time, there is at most a smoker in the house, and there is not enough ice. Who would set up a stove?

The old man nodded very firmly: "Now!"

With that said, An Rushuang glanced at his expression, but could only answer, and then ordered the teenager outside: "Go get the stove."

The teenager was sweating outside, he was dumbfounded when he heard this, and he stammered: "The stove... the stove?"

An Rushuang nodded heavily, and said solemnly, "Yes, the stove for winter, come on, don't forget to take some charcoal fire."

Not only need a stove, but also a charcoal fire?

The teenager licked the sweat on his face and couldn't turn his heart. Isn't the madam crazy in this hot day?

But when his eyes met An Rushuang's eyes, he choked in his stomach when he doubted, he couldn't help but stammered: "But...but there is no new carbon now. The old Chen carbon is probably smoked when burned. ..."

It's not just smoking, the old charcoal fire, it is still a matter to burn the ground!

An Rushuang waved his hand impatiently, "Go get it!"

The teenager quickly responded, and trot to the warehouse.

Not long after waiting, the teenager hurriedly brought the cyan Tangzhihua stove, with a basket of charcoal fire behind him.

Both of them were sweating, their clothes were wet, and they looked embarrassed.

An Rushuang couldn't help but glanced at them, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you."

Having said this, they let them put things in the house and closed the door.

After all, Meng Li's current state is really not suitable for being seen by others. If any disturbance is caused, then the current stable situation will be difficult to maintain.

The old man turned to look at An Rushuang, and said solemnly: "The stove is turned on, let's start now."

Now, half a day has passed since this day. As far as Meng Li's current state is concerned, he can't be sure whether Meng Li can really survive tomorrow.

An Rushuang nodded heavily, the charcoal fire was extremely crude and difficult to light up.

After a while, she made her face black and gray, and then she lit the charcoal fire with difficulty.

But as the young general said before, it is more smoke than fire.

The old man glanced hard at the stove, and couldn't help but sighed: "Let's make do with it first!"

Speaking like this, he walked straight to Meng Li's side, and when he reached the bedside, he found a dagger with a cold light from his waist!