"Master?" Shui Miaomiao was lying on the railing of the open-air kitchen. Wen Renxian was busy in the kitchen, but she couldn't even wash her hands. Why would hiring a doctor involve so many things? Shui Miaomiao Miao was a little crazy.
"It's okay." Wen Renxian put down the drain basket in his hand, dried his hands and gently rubbed Shui Miaomiao's head.
The dull melancholy was wiped away, and Shui Miaomiao changed the subject. She was still looking forward to it. It would have been better if it wasn't for Doctor Liaoyuan, "What is Master planning to do?"
"I don't know." Wen Renxian answered honestly, scanning the various raw materials on the cutting board, "Maybe just two or two and frying?"
"Master doesn't know how to cook." Shui Miaomiao was a little surprised.
"Yeah." Wen Renxian nodded, "I only know how to make porridge."
Shui Miaomiao blinked. He could have learned nothing at all, but he only learned how to make porridge. The reason seemed self-evident. Shui Miaomiao laughed and climbed over the railing deftly to stand in front of Wen Renxian, " How about I teach you, Father?"
After thinking for a while, Wen Renxian nodded, "Miaomiao just says."
Sitting in the house, Dr. Liaoyan, whose neck was almost broken, was staring at the kitchen through the window. Don't you want to cook? How could these two people touch their heads while chatting and laughing?
So unhappy, so unhappy, so unhappy. Dr. Liaoyan took a sip of herbal tea and wondered why he should be unhappy...
"啕~~啕,啕~~~~"
It was dark, and the night was dotted with stars, but no one was watching. Doctor Liaoyan was holding the pillar and was nauseated and vomiting.
"Drink a glass of water." Shui Miaomiao couldn't bear it anymore and kindly offered a glass of cold water, "Don't hold on if you can't eat it yourself."
"I can't? It's because none of those dishes are edible, right?" Doctor Liaoyan took the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp before vomiting it all out.
Shui Miaomiao looked at Wen Renxian's room. Wen Renxian was lying in it at the moment, but with Dr. Liaoyan's appearance, she couldn't leave him to take care of Wen Renxian.
"It's useless for you to go. You can't do anything except staring. I'll use acupuncture to relieve the pain. The heat will not accumulate in the body but will escape. You will be burned, so don't make trouble for me." Get me a glass of water."
"Oh." Shui Miaomiao, who came back from pouring water, still wanted to prove Wen Renxian's craftsmanship, "I think those dishes are quite good, delicious and delicious."
"What else are there besides sex in those games?"
"Then you still eat so much."
"If I don't eat it, you will eat it. Is your sense of smell and taste dead?"
"It's already good for Master to cook for the first time. I'm not as good as him the first time. What's the matter with encouraging me and cheering me up? I didn't even call you."
"Are you proud of Geng today?" Doctor Lianyuan took the handkerchief prepared nearby and wiped his mouth as he looked at Shui Miaomiao, "My motherly love is a bit too much."
"Really?" Shui Miaomiao had no self-awareness.
"You just had to hold your master in your arms and coax him."
"If possible." Shui Miaomiao murmured. He lacked that kind of love, didn't he? But how to make up for it now was not what the child at that time fully expected.
Doctor Liaoyan patted his cheek. What did he hear just now? He must have misheard because he was confused, so he quickly ended the topic, "What about that? Can you, little girl, be more lively and lively? Don't act lifeless and pretend to be an adult. You are the one who should be coaxed and pampered."
"I always have." Shui Miaomiao's smile shot down the stars in the sky, and Liaoyan forgot what to say when she looked at the doctor.
"I am very lucky to meet you, so I work hard and cherish it."
"You, you, you." Doctor Liaoyan turned into a stutterer, "Gulu, gulu, gulu." '
Doctor Liaoyan covered his stomach and frowned. He wasn't hungry in the first place, he was just doing it for fun, but after this torment, he was completely hungry.
But he also doesn't like Bigu Pill like Shui Miaomiao.
Covering the corner of her mouth with her hand and snickering, Shui Miaomiao said, "I'm going to make a bowl of egg fried rice for Dr. Liaoyan. I hope you won't dislike it."
Take a bite of egg fried rice and look at Shui Miaomiao, and take a bite of egg fried rice and look at Shui Miaomiao.
"What do you want to do?" Shui Miaomiao leaned back and couldn't help but asked, "Is it lack of salt or spicy? You tell me. Don't look like you want to use me as a condiment with fried rice with eggs. They looked like they were eating together, and they were really panicking."
Doctor Liaoyan ignored Shui Miaomiao and continued to eat egg fried rice. The taste was a bit familiar but mixed with a distant strangeness. He was not sure, so he tried it.
"You really don't?" Doctor Liaoyan raised his head and looked up as he spoke.
However, Shui Miaomiao couldn't sit firmly and even threw the chair and rolled over. Doctor Liaoyan stood up nervously, but fell silent when he saw Shui Miaomiao lying on the ground.
Shui Miaomiao cursed and grabbed the broken stool leg and knocked it on the ground. Is she that heavy? You can’t afford it, right? She's going to use you as firewood!
What did he want to ask just now? It's impossible. We are all ladies, well-educated, gentle, demure and self-sufficient. How can a crazy girl who can fight with a stool be part of the same family? He can just eat in peace.
Holding a stool leg, Shui Miaomiao stood up and supported the edge of the table.
The bowl of egg-fried rice had been finished. Doctor Lianyuan held up the plate and said, "It's not bad. To save my face, I'll have five bowls of one, two, and three."
"Huh? Are you a pig? You think this is a cafeteria." Shui Miaomiao pushed back her loose hair and said in disbelief, "Master, you still can't see it."
"What are you looking at? There's no cure here anyway."
"What did you say!" The stool leg in his hand hit the table, and the tabletop was split into two, much like the corpse of Dr. Shui Miaomiao.
Dr. Liaoyan swallowed and sat up straight. Shui Miaomiao stepped on the messy ground and pressed forward step by step. The legs of the stool were blown out of the wind, "It can't be cured. If you can't cure it, are you kidding me?" "
Doctor Liaoyan hurriedly explained, "What I'm talking about is that this, this, this, it's not something that can't be cured here, it's not that I can't cure it."
"Really?" The stool leg almost hit Dr. Miaomiao's face. Shui Miaomiao threw it away suddenly and smiled sweetly, "I hate it, are you kidding me? Some jokes should not be made casually, and some words should not be said casually. Don’t gasp, it’s scary.”
It's scary but not as scary as you. Doctor Liaoyan was so frightened that he fell off his chair and stood up from the ground, "I'm repeating, I can't cure it without Doctor Liaoyan. Don't question me in my professionalism."
"How could I question you? I believe you 100%. Sit here for a moment while I cook five bowls of fried rice, right? It's hard to just eat fried rice. I'm making some soup for you."
"No need." Dr. Liaoyan waved his hand quickly. He was afraid that he would not dare to eat the food made by Shui Miaomiao for a while. It was scary for this girl to go crazy. She felt like she was really good at poisoning.
Shui Miaomiao stopped and turned around, asking seriously, "You're not going to eat, right? What are you going to do now? Pulse diagnosis or acupuncture?"
Standing in front of the candlelight, her figure was stretched and flickering, her black hair was loose and smiling, like a man-eating ghost.
Doctor Liaoyan, who wanted to take a rest and eat something, swallowed it back, "I've already checked your pulse, don't worry, I have time in my heart, don't make yourself so nervous, I know everything."
