Chapter 145

An Ruixin in situ muddled for a long time is reaction, face stiff asked: "this is your room?"

Ji Chengze nodded solemnly, and an Ruixin only felt a thunderbolt.

This is Ji Chengze's room, but at noon, Ji Chengze carried her all the way from downstairs to this room, so what's going on now?

The first day she moved in, they shared a room? Isn't it a little too fast!

The expression on an Ruixin's face was stiff for a few seconds. She said awkwardly, "I'll go to another room to sleep. Where is the guest room?"

"No, drink the soup first."

With Ji Chengze's opening, an Ruixin noticed that Ji Chengze still had a tray on his hand. The delicate porcelain bowl on the tray was full of soup.

"Let me in first."

An Ruixin suddenly regained her mind and let Ji Chengze enter in a hurry.

"I just saw you didn't eat much." After Ji Chengze entered the door, he immediately put the bowl in front of an Ruixin and explained in a low voice, "drink it, it's good for your health."

An Ruixin Leng for a moment, the heart was suddenly touched.

Because I didn't eat much just now, so I'm afraid I won't have enough to open a small stove for myself?

It's just that moving is moving. What's the matter with this dark soup?

This is... Siwu soup? Sesame soup? Chicken soup? But the smell is not right!

An Ruixin put the bowl close to the tip of her nose and took a sip under Ji Chengze's expectant eyes.

On this one, Annie was petrified on the spot.

Ji Chengze stares at an Ruixin and drinks the soup, but he doesn't respond for a long time. Finally, he can't help but ask curiously, "how's it going?"

What else? I don't need to be held to death. Do you want to poison me directly?

An Ruixin smiles very reluctantly: "can I ask, what kind of soup is this?"

Ji Chengze pursed his lips, as if recalling something: "it seems to be... Angelica bone soup, the kind you stewed for your grandfather last time."

"Can you tell me the color of the soup I made for grandfather Ji last time?"

Ji Chengze a Leng, carefully recalled the scene at that time, not sure: "yellow and white?"

"Good. Why is my soup yellow and white, but this bowl is black?" An Ruixin could hardly hold the smile on her face. "Who cooked this soup?"

The meals at noon and in the evening are quite normal, not to mention the top chefs in high-end restaurants, but they are much more delicious than ordinary meals.

So, this soup should not come from the cook. So, who is it?

Ji Chengze did not answer an Ruixin's question. Instead, he looked at the bowl of soup with a guilty heart: "it's really so bad?"

An Ruixin is noncommittal, Ji Chengze frowned, simply snatched the bowl, also poured a mouthful.

After the irrigation, Ji Chengze's face turned black.

An Ruixin is still waiting for Ji Chengze to say who made the soup. She has enough reasons to think that the person who made the soup has a grudge against her.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't hear him say why, but I heard him say "sorry" in a hoarse voice

An Ruixin was stunned. She took a look at Ji Chengze, who was obviously frustrated and lost. She also took a look at the dark soup filled with dangerous smell like traditional Chinese medicine. Suddenly, she had a very absurd guess.

"This soup can't be... You stewed it?"