In the courtyard of the red-tiled house with its paved floor, a pretty woman was holding a soufflé. Her face was covered in batter, and her cheeks puffed out slightly as she spoke, making her look very cute.

She made a soufflé.

Let him eat!

Gu Xizhou saw that the little Buddha was not moving and his breathing was slightly heavier.

Thinking the child was having a seizure, they quickly picked him up and put him on the bed.

This time, Futu quickly broke free from the dream. He immediately tore off a piece of donkey-hide gelatin cake and put it in his mouth, then looked at Gu Xizhou: "Do you look down on me and don't want to eat the pills I made?"

"..." was being stared at by the Buddha.

Gu Xizhou felt that he was the most despicable person in the world.

If I don't take the medicine, I'll be letting this person down.

Even with Changsheng watching him intently, he wouldn't change his mind.

However, Gu Xizhou found the strange thing that manipulated his emotions very strange. He gently sniffed the pill and found that it did not contain any deadly poisonous herbs. In fact, the medicine mixed in was a highly nourishing substance.

Eating it might make you feel a little uncomfortable, but it won't kill you.

Under the scorching gaze of the Buddha, he swallowed it gently.

A slightly bitter taste filled the air.

At first, I didn't feel anything.

Time slowly passed.

Su Jiaoniang from the county town rushed back before dark, carrying some seasonal vegetables with her. When she got home, she saw Gu Xizhou standing in the yard with his ears red.

She paused, instinctively sensing that something was wrong with the person in front of her.

His breath was heavy and labored.

What's wrong with this perfectly normal person today?

Did he take the wrong medicine?