Liu Jing touched the tree trunk. "After so many years, you are still alive, witnessing the birth and death of generations after generations, and also witnessing the passage of time for everything here..."
"You must have seen a lot of funny things, but of course there are also some not-so-fun things."
She was talking to herself, no one knew what she was saying. As the leaves swayed, she gently shook her own leaves.
It seems like dancing, but also like reminiscing.
With a rustling sound, a few more leaves fell gently.
Liu Jing picked up a leaf, played with it in her hand, and then ran back happily.
"Let's go eat."
When she returned, she saw Zeng Xubai sitting at the table waiting for her. Also, why did this smell so familiar?
“It smells so good!”
She ran over and saw that the fish on the table were from that fish restaurant.
This takeaway is so fast.
Liu Liang picked up the chopsticks and took a bite without hesitation. It was still hot. How could it be served so hot? How could it be as if it was freshly made?
“It’s newly made.”
Zeng Xubai also took a bite of fish.
"Uncle Wu brought the chef from the fish restaurant."
Liu Liang: “…”
Sure enough, she was still too young. For the rich and powerful, nothing was impossible. With a family as powerful as the Huo family, who wouldn't give some face? It was just a cook, and they could just move the entire fish restaurant here.
But it’s good this way, she can finally eat fish every day.
The fish tastes exactly the same as before. As expected, eating takeout is never as good as eating in a restaurant.
This kind of hot and scalding taste is the best.
On the other side, Mr. Huo opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in them. He hadn't been so energetic for a long time. He no longer had the feeling of his head being swollen when he woke up in the morning.
He didn't even have that powerless feeling of dying.
It seemed that he could live on, even for many more years.
"Master, you are awake."
Old Wu walked in, and when he saw Mr. Huo wake up, he hurried in. When he saw that Mr. Huo's brows were relaxed, his tense heart instantly calmed down.
The master seemed to be in much better condition than yesterday. Even the grayness on his face had faded a lot, and turned into a semi-normal color.
"Master, drink the medicine first."
Mr. Wu held the cup in both hands and walked in front of Mr. Huo.
And the medicine he was talking about was a glass of water.
Mr. Huo took the cup and drank the water in it in one breath, but he still sat there without moving.
Then the two old men, whose combined age was over a hundred years old, began to exchange glances, no, they looked at each other, no more right, they stared at each other.
"Old Wu..."
Mr. Huo sighed.
"Yeah," Old Wu was listening.
"Where's the medicine?"
Old Huo also sighed, not only he was old, but even Old Wu was old.
"Medicine?" Old Wu looked at the empty cup placed aside.
"Didn't you take the medicine?"
"When did I drink it?"
Although Mr. Huo was ill, his mind was sharp and his memory was not bad. He would know whether he had drunk anything or not.
“Just now.”
"Think about it again," Mr. Huo asked Old Wu to recall it again.
“Just now.”
Old Wu still said the same thing.
There’s not even a bowl, where can I get the medicine?
Mr. Huo shook his head.
Old Wu stretched out his hand and pointed at the cup, "This is the medicine."
Mr. Huo: "..."
This is the most special medicine he drank. It was like a glass of water, without bitterness or taste. No, it was just a glass of water. Could it be that Old Wu was lying to him?
But how can Old Wu be blamed for this? If anyone should be blamed, it should be Liu Liang. It was Liu Liang who gave him such different medicine. It still had some medicinal smell when it was in the bottle, but as soon as it was dissolved in water, it became colorless and odorless. No, it still had some smell.
The water will become sweeter.
That's why Mr. Huo didn't believe that what he just drank was medicine.
It is said that good medicine tastes bitter. If it is not bitter, can it still be called medicine?
But that's medicine.
Not long after, Mr. Huo held a white porcelain bottle in his hand and clenched it tightly.
He opened the medicine bottle again, and indeed he could smell a faint medicinal scent inside. However, no one knew what the medicine was. They only knew that it could be dissolved in water and became colorless and odorless.
After drinking this, Mr. Huo felt much better and even had more strength. His bitter taste in the mouth also improved a lot.
He even ate an extra bowl of rice and wanted a bowl of wontons. You know, just before yesterday, Mr. Huo was half dead, relying entirely on his energy and spirit to keep him alive. If it weren't for this energy and spirit, he might have been lying down waiting to die.
Not to mention being able to eat, he couldn't even drink a sip of water.
Old Wu came to find Liu Jing specifically to tell her about Mr. Huo's situation. He had been looking for Liu Jing for a long time but couldn't find her. As a result, he heard someone say that Liu Jing was talking to the tree at the gate.
When he arrived, his eyes popped out.
Liu Jing asked the security guard at the door to hold a pot, and she herself took a white porcelain bottle. Then she poured out a pill from the white porcelain bottle, muttering to herself.
"One pill might not be enough. The osmanthus tree at my house can use three pills at a time. You're bigger than it, so five pills is enough."
She waved her hand and poured five pills in directly. It was originally agreed that there were five pills, but one pill accidentally rolled out.
"Oh, one more."
"But it doesn't matter, more is more."
"How about a few more pills?" Liu Jing thought about it. After all, this kind of medicine is tonic. It's better to take more. It won't be a problem if you take too much. Just when she was about to pour more, a person snatched the bottle from her hand.
"who?"
Liu Liang's face darkened. He dared to snatch things from her hands. Doesn't he want to quit his job?
As a result, when she saw that it was Old Wu, the depression in her eyes instantly dissipated, and she became cheerful, as if the storm had passed.
Alas, they are the ones who provide her with food and clothing, so she is not angry.
Liu Liang took the pot from the security guard and started watering the tree.
Old Wu held the white porcelain bottle in his trembling hands. He carefully opened the bottle and put the bottle mouth to his nose. This was the smell, he remembered it all.
Then he poured out another one.
This is also not wrong.
"Miss Liu, is this the medicine for the master?"
Old Wu asked in a trembling voice.
"yes."
Liu Jing continued watering the plants. "That kind."
"Oh right," she thought of something, "Uncle Wu, this bottle is for you. Drink it with water whenever you want to strengthen your body."
Old Wu: “…”
This is medicine, not plain water.
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