Chapter 135

Obviously, it's not good to help Mrs. Jing adjust her body. Jing Dong thought about it, quickly prepared tomorrow's class, then handled the warm winter and went into the kitchen.

As a result of her habits, when she entered the kitchen, she first looked for monitoring equipment. After she thought it was safe, she began to cook soup for Mrs. Jing.

There are five refrigerators in the kitchen. Everything in them is classified. She can understand it by looking at it roughly.

Jingdong took a look at the tremella with good bubble hair. She asked the servant. She knew that old lady Jing had the habit of drinking tremella soup. Then make a lotus seed tremella soup. Just as the lotus seeds are ready-made, they are still peeled fresh lotus seeds.

Save the hair soaking time, Jingdong began to stew Tremella.

Her cooking skills are relatively average. The simplest way is that the taste is just "pretty good". She can't make flowers with a single lotus seed and tremella soup.

But this is just a cover up. What Mrs. Jing really wants to take is the medicine she prepared.

A small pot of medicine is poured into the slightly thick tremella soup, which is dotted with red medlar. It looks quite appetizing.

Jingdong comes to Mrs. Jing's room with tremella soup. The old lady is reading in reading glasses.

Seeing the small porcelain bowl in Jingdong's hand, old lady Jing put down the book and couldn't hide the smile on her face.

"Is this made by Dongdong?"

"Well, I heard grandma likes tremella soup. I'll make it for you later."

Mingming's tone was very calm, but Mrs. Jing could hear that she cared about herself and was happy.

"Come and let Grandma have a taste of Xiaoguai's craft." Mrs. Jing took a sip with a small porcelain spoon. Unexpectedly, she was as good as the kitchen. "My Xiaoguai still has this craft. It's so delicious. Grandma will be blessed in the future!"

The medicine made by Jingdong has only a faint smell. Even if it is put into white water, it can't be smelled easily, let alone put into the soup.

After Mrs. Jing drank the tremella soup, she suddenly spit out a mouthful of turbid Qi. Then she felt her head relaxed and no longer heavy. Because she also lay down for a while, she thought it was for rest, so she didn't think much.

Jingdong's medicine is also a conditioning medicine no matter how magical it is. It takes a process and can't be effective at once.

There was a movement at the door. Turning around, Jing zhiting was standing at the door.

Jing zhiting is a little cold-blooded. Although Jing Zhishen is also famous for his deep city government and smiling face, his gentleness is true in front of Jing Dong. Unlike Jing zhiting, he is indifferent to everyone.

"Grandma." Jing zhiting said, and his eyes fell on the tray in Jing Dong's hand, and then looked at the small porcelain bowl on the table.

He walked in and took a look. When he saw the Chinese wolfberry that had not been eaten at the point of the small porcelain bowl, he frowned and turned to look at Jingdong.

"Don't you know grandma can't eat medlar?"

This words with questioning, but also with a trace of inexplicable anger.

Jing Dong was slightly stunned and looked at old lady Jing, "grandma can't eat?"

Jing zhiting was calm. "Grandma gets angry as soon as she eats medlar. The next time she expresses filial piety, ask clearly before you act."

Mrs. Jing immediately put on a straight face, "zhiting, you talk well, but your sister doesn't know. What's more, I'm much better now. I'm fine after eating."

Jing zhiting said nothing with a cold face.

Jingdong heard this and said, "don't worry, grandma, you medlar won't get angry."

I thought grandma didn't like to eat.

The medicine she made neutralized all these side effects that were not side effects.