"Where's the vase?"
Zhao Yong suddenly remembered something and looked left and right.
After getting the medicine, their attention was all on their mother and they no longer paid attention to the vase.
"There." Zhao Chengqian pointed to the vase on the hard low table opposite, stood up and walked over.
At Ruan Ruanruan's house, her aunt went out to buy groceries. Ruanruan was alone at home, feeling a little bored watching TV, so she sat on the sofa holding a vase.
Hearing the noise over there, she immediately said, "Little brother, have you eaten?"
"not yet."
"Thank you, little fairy. My mother's fever has subsided." Zhao Chengqian's eyes were slightly red, and there was only gratitude in his heart.
If it weren't for the little god's generous rescue, his mother would have had no choice but to wait for death!
"Hmm... slurp..." She hugged the vase softly and drank the chicken soup her aunt made for her.
She stuck out her tongue, fanned her little hands, and frowned sadly.
It doesn’t taste good!
It's too hot.
Chicken soup is not as delicious as the cake. After drinking the chicken soup, her little stomach can no longer eat the cake.
"Um... I don't have anything to repay you with right now, so please accept this jade pendant."
He took off a jade pendant with a coiled dragon pattern from his waist and threw it into the vase.
"When we get to Qingzhou, I'll repay you."
Ruanruan wanted to refuse, but suddenly an exquisite jade pendant jumped out of the vase. The jade pendant was shiny and felt very comfortable and cool in the palm of her hand.
"Thank you, I like it very much."
"But if you really want to thank me, please do me a favor." She glanced at the chicken soup in her bowl and poured it into the vase.
She glanced again at the big bowl on the table.
Pour it all in!
Then she poured the big pot of chicken soup into the vase.
Zhao Chengqian didn't wait for Ruanruan to say the next word, but instead smelled the rich and fragrant aroma of chicken soup, and a white mist was rising from the vase.
Before he could react, Zhao Yong, who was standing opposite him, came over like a puppy, smelling the scent and saying, "Brother, it smells so good!"
"I smell chicken soup, it smells so good."
He swallowed. Before in Bian Jing, they had everything they wanted to eat. They had been traveling for a month and a half.
They eat coarse grains for every meal and rarely have fine food. In freezing weather, let alone chicken soup, they can't even smell the chicken.
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