Chapter 238

When Pang Yi came up with the hot dumplings, he was so hungry that his chest was on his back. When Fu heard the footsteps, he had to open the door and let Pang Yi in.

"Madam, you are still ill, and you are not easy to eat meat, so if your subordinates don't cook anything good for you, they will fry an egg. Madam, don't blame it," said Pang Yi, taking out a plate of hot dumplings and a plate of fried eggs from the food box, and then a bowl of black soup. Pangyi put the soup in front of the Little Ann's family and asked, "Madam The doctor said that the soup should be taken before meals. Please take it after you drink it. "

Xiao'an looked at the bowl of black soup medicine, and then frowned. She looked at the hot dumpling again, and then she unconsciously pursed her lips. Then she grabbed the chopsticks and said: "the soup medicine is still hot, I It's not too late for me to have a meal mat first and then drink. "

"Madam," Pang Yi looks at xiao'an calmly, and brings the medicine bowl to xiao'an, "please follow the doctor's advice."

Xiao'an sniffed at the disgusting taste of the medicine. She couldn't breathe for a moment. She stared at the soup and Pang Yi. Then she put down her face, slapped her chopsticks on the table, and said to Pang Yi in a cold voice: "I can drink it myself. You don't need to stare at it."

"I dare not." At present, Pang Yi put down the medicine bowl, then took the two bowls of cold dumplings filled with pork and onion, and turned around to go out.

"Ah! You Don't you sit down and eat together? " Xiao'an looks at pangyi in surprise.

"You can eat hot dumplings," Pang Yi did not look back and went out with the dumplings. "Madam must remember to take medicine before dinner."

"I see. I see. I'll tell you a lot," murmured xiao'an. As soon as he saw pangyi going out, he was so busy that he took the bowl of soup medicine into the inner room and poured it all into the spittoon. Xiao'an was relieved. But when he turned around, he screamed with fear. He suddenly relaxed his hand holding the bowl. "Why are you coming back ？！”

Pang Yi's hand made a copy to the front of him, and he caught the bowl that was about to fall. He took a bowl and looked at xiao'an calmly: "what's the meaning of madam? Is it difficult to worry about the problem of the medicine I have seized? "

"No No, it's not. Don't think about it. I am That is... " Xiao'an was so worried that he could hardly speak. His hands were pulling at the corners of his clothes, and he whispered for a long time, "I just feel comfortable today. It should be great, so I should There should be no need to drink medicine... "

"Since the lady's body is good, we will continue on our way after finishing the meal." Pang Yi said in a deep voice, turning around with a bowl and leaving the inner room.

"Can't you be so worried?" Xiao'an hurriedly followed Pang Yi behind him, crying. He grabbed Pang Yi's sleeve and said, "I just feel better, but But there is no good way. Maybe the disease will recur, so So if not, let's take another two days off? "

"I don't think it's necessary according to my subordinates," Pang Yi said slowly, putting the medicine bowl on the table, and looking back at his back, he was all worried about Han's family. "Jilin is a place where evil people are very serious. I'm afraid that my wife will be ill for a long time, and my subordinates can't afford it."

"You!" Xiao an's eyes were full of rage when she arrived. She puffed up her cheeks in a stifling way. She wanted to open her mouth and scold Pang Yi, but she really didn't scold people. At present, she only roared out to drive people out, "you go out! Get out! "

"Yes, my subordinates are leaving," Pang Yi said slowly, without delay. "Please hurry up, madam. Let's go early, or we'll spend the night in the wild tonight."

"I see!" Little Ann's got so bored, "get out of here! Get out of here! "

……

On the first day of the first month of the thirty third year of Jiasheng, ningguta.

Last night, I was going to keep my birthday, but ah Chou and Zhong Mingwei still went to bed early. They were used to going to bed early. If they stayed up until midnight, it would be hard for them. They would have to get up early to go to bed early. So it was only after dawn that they made dumplings on the Kang.

"You didn't pack it like that. Don't hold your face so tightly." ah Chou has never seen a person who is more stupid than Zhong Mingwei. His hands are so flexible to write, but when he touches the dumpling skin, it's more rigid and like ice under the eaves. But he is worried to death. "You see how I pack it, and then I'll pack one for you."