Batur tried to say a few more words. Although his pronunciation was awkward, his tone was strange, and he couldn't distinguish between flat and retroflex tongue, there was indeed no syllable he couldn't pronounce.

Batur stood up, placed his left hand on his chest, and bowed deeply to Qingshan:

“Aqitu——!”

Batur spoke Mongolian, which Qingshan did not understand. Luo Wenyuan translated for her in a low voice:

"Batur said you are his benefactor!"

Qingshan felt a little embarrassed. She had spiritual power. What others saw as a chronic disease was not a big deal for her at all. As long as she had enough spiritual power, it would be much easier to treat Batur than to treat Yezhi's aplastic anemia.

Qingshan took out a medium-sized gourd from his backpack and handed it to Batur.

"Batur, you should exercise your throat muscles and practice vocalization, but too much is as bad as too little. You must pay attention to protecting your throat and not straining your vocal cords. Here are 200 sound-boosting pills. Keep taking them and ask me for more when you're done!"

When Batur and Lei Bei heard that the gourd contained throat-soothing pills, their eyes lit up. Batur took advantage of his height and long arms and grabbed the gourd before Lei Bei.

Batur pulled out the stopper from the gourd, poured out seven or eight brown pills, and stuffed them into his mouth to chew.

Lei Bei smelled a strong orange scent, and suddenly his ears felt sore, his saliva began to be secreted vigorously, and he swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

"Batu, why is it orange flavored this time? Give me one!"

"My throat is weak and I can't hear you!"

Lei Bei:... Damn, he acts like a fool in front of me when I ask him for a candy. What a fake brotherhood!

Luo Zhentian watched Batur chewing pills and remembered that he also had throat lozenges. He bent down and took out the small gourd from the drawer of the coffee table, poured out a few pills and stuffed them into his mouth, then ate them with an intoxicated look on his face.

“Grandpa, how come you get it too?” (ΩДΩ)!

Luo Zhentian held a candy in his mouth and mumbled indistinctly:

"Oh... Qingshan made me some lozenges... they're loquat flavored... they're super good!"

Luo Zhentian felt embarrassed by Lei Bei's expectant gaze, so he picked up a throat lozenge and hesitated as if to hand it to him. Lei Bei was overjoyed and was about to reach out to take it, but the old man withdrew his hand and put the lozenge in his own mouth.

Lei Bei burst into tears: "Big sister, they all have candy, why don't I have any?"

"Batur is injured. Grandpa is old and his throat is dry and itchy. What's wrong with you?"

Lei Bei reacted quickly, lowering his voice an octave and saying in a hoarse voice:

"You might not believe this, but I have a sore throat too! ... I ate salty food for breakfast, and it's so uncomfortable... cough... cough...!"

Qingshan laughed and took out a small gourd, handing it to Lei Bei: "Here, it's strawberry flavored, have a try!"

"Thank you for the reward, Master!"

Lei Bei took the gourd and bowed to Qingshan like the eunuchs in the Qing palace dramas.

"Well, kneel down and pay your respects!"

“Hmm!”

Lei Bei got the candy and became complacent again.

"Boss, grandpa asked Batu and me to stay for dinner. Are the vegetables you bought this morning for lunch? Do you still have that cucumber?"

Luo Wenyuan took a deep breath, tried to suppress the veins on his forehead, and maintained an icy expression:

"Yes, do you want to eat?"

"I've never eaten cucumbers so delicious before. No need to fry them, give me some raw!"

"Well, what else do you want to eat?"

"Boiled pork slices, cold tripe, stir-fried green beans, crispy tofu with fish flavor..."

"Well, keep going, don't stop!"

"Let's start with these. Use more chili and sesame oil, and no cilantro!"

Luo Wenyuan was so angry that he laughed: "Okay! Bear Grylls, would you like to try steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, roast chicken, and roast goose?"

Even if Lei Bei was slow-witted, he knew Luo Wenyuan was being sarcastic when he heard this. His heart skipped a beat and he stammered:

"Boss, I just said that, and you really took it seriously! Home-cooked meals are fine. I eat whatever's cooked. I'm not picky!"

"Qingshan, make him a plate of cilantro!"

"...Boss, my name is Lei Bei, not Lei Beier. Some things are really hard to swallow, please be gentle with me!"

Everyone laughed at Lei Bei's constipated expression, which looked like he was suffering from death.