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When Beauty Jing sat down, the beef soup in front of her was untouched.

"You guys don't want to drink?" Beauty Jing looked at the big bowl of beef soup and was a little worried.

"Finished eating, let's go." Liang Zhiwu tactfully pulled up his stool, stood up and left.

Liang Zhibin ran away even faster.

Jing Ping held his breath as he slowly ate the rice in his bowl. Although he only had a few left, he still picked at the rice in the bowl.

Bo Liang Chen really wished someone to leave quickly, but someone just couldn't leave.

When Beauty Jing saw that there was no more rice in the bowl, she said with concern, "Ping An, give me the bowl and accompany your sister to drink a bowl of beef soup. You like it the most."

Jing Ping looked at his sister's hand and hesitated, because he felt that his toes were about to be broken by a man. He groaned and pulled his feet back, stood up, put down the bowl and said, "I'm finished, you guys are done."

After saying that, he spread his legs and ran. As he ran, he jumped as if he had suffered a great injury.

Beauty Jing was surprised and wanted to look under the table.

The man quickly withdrew his foot and said indifferently, "Jiajia, I want to drink. Please serve me a bowl."

Old Grandpa Liang saw that the two of them were ignoring him, so he angrily placed the bowl down and left. He didn't forget to bring the beef broth from that night in front of him away as it was very fragrant and he had to give it to the old lady to have a taste.

Seeing how much the old man liked her, the corner of Beauty Jing's lips curled up slightly.

So it turns out that when a person grows up, it is still easy to coax them. A bowl of Gardenia beef soup can coax the two elders to be happy, so it can be considered a big improvement.

He took the empty bowl from Bo Liangchen and scooped up a few spoonfuls of soup with a spoon. Then, he placed the bowl filled with beef soup in front of Bo Liangchen.

"Drink it. You need to work hard to relieve your fatigue. People are made of iron, while food is made of steel." Just a few words, but nothing more.

Bo Liangchen took a sip of Gardenia tea. His mouth was somewhat bitter, somewhat sour, and then slightly spicy. Finally, it was faintly fragrant. There was even a hint of sweetness from the sugar, but it was not greasy.

He didn't like sweet things, especially sweet things, but the tea that Beauty Jing made was very tasty. It was very sour and sweet, just right and proper. Not only did he take a few small sips, it felt slightly different every time he drank it.

He stared at the petal for a long time but could not find anything wrong with it. He smiled bitterly and returned his gaze to the beef soup in front of him.

The beef in the beef broth was mixed evenly with the soup. The broth was clear but not greasy, as if only the egg white had been mixed with tiny white petals.

He picked up the spoon and took a sip of the beef soup. The fragrance that filled his mouth carried a faint beef fragrance. The beef jerky was not big, it was thick and suitable, surpassing the cooking skills of a chef.

Bo Liangchen was slightly surprised, and he turned to look at the little woman who was currently eating her porridge.

The little woman spooned the beef soup into her mouth, pursed her lips, chewed it slowly, then swallowed it again. Then, she took a small bite, a small bite, and sat perfectly straight without any soup or sound. It was a very quiet and ladylike way of eating, as if she was tasting the delicacies of the world, and carefully chewed out the taste of the food in her mouth.

Bo Liangchen was dumbstruck by what he saw. With both hands on his chin, he was like a schoolboy as he stared at the woman eating.

She was the only one who was quiet, so quiet that people almost couldn't feel her presence. The way she ate was very focused, very serious, and also very sacred; this was an innate temperament that others couldn't learn.

One was quietly watching, while the other was tasting.

After Beauty Jing finished eating, she wiped her mouth with a tissue and raised her eyes to meet a pair of infatuated eyes.

The devilish chief had blue eyes, and they were filled with an unprecedented calmness. He looked at himself as if he were admiring a painting, a beautiful scene, unmoving, as if he were in a trance.

"Hello, Sir Chief. If your food gets cold, it will spoil your stomach." Beauty Jing waved her small hand in front of the man's eyes.

Bo Liangchen finally reacted and put his hand back on the table. With a smile on his face, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat the dishes on the table in front of him in a slow manner, just like how he ate with Beauty Jing.

He slowly scooped a spoonful of beef into his mouth.

It was cold! Some of them weren't very fragrant! He frowned and put down the spoon.

He picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of red-braised potato. It was also cold and a little disappointed, so it turned out that only dishes that were hot would smell good when they were eaten. He helplessly put down the chopsticks, sighed, and said, "Hot food will feel hot after you eat it. Forget it, I won't eat it."

Beauty Jing became anxious and hurriedly ordered the kitchen to reheat the food. For her, if one did not eat, one would get sick, but it was not good to get sick. She only wished that the people she met were healthy.

Bo Liangchen was moved by the enthusiasm of Beauty Jing, so he didn't rush to get up and sit down, watching her and the people in the kitchen.

Hot beef soup, hot chicken steaks, pickled fish, braised potatoes, and steaming white rice were ready in a few moments.

Beauty Jing sat down across from the man and said, "Eat! It's so hot! "

There was a hint of concern in his eyes.

He only remembered that his mother would do this, would care about every meal he ate, would care about every move he made. At that time, he felt very annoyed, so he secretly enrolled into the military academy, went to join the army early, and once he arrived in the army, he would train every day, eat a meal, and eat dry rations in the rain.

The heat had dampened his long eyelashes.

He picked up the rice and began to scoop it into his mouth. A pair of chopsticks was holding the food into his bowl.

"Eat more, and men must eat more quickly. Only then will you have the strength to do big things, Chief is the person who does big things, you can't get hungry, I'll arrange a recipe for you and let others do it in proportion. I will definitely raise you firmly."

Beauty Jing was now like a little old lady, chattering away.

The few people sitting in the living room could not help but stretch out their ears and necks, wishing that they could sneak in and see how this woman raised this Chief.

Jing Ping knew that this was her sister's custom, so he was not curious. He picked up the Gardenia Tea on the table and continued to taste it.

Sister's Gardenia petals are much better than those sold in the market. After dozens of processes, the Gardenia petals hide the smell of dozens of herbs.

No one knew the price of a Gardenia petal made by Beauty Jing. Only he and his grandfather knew, so they would cherish these petals. Even if it was just half a petal, they would drink it all day.

Looking at Jing Ping's calmness, Liang Zhiwu asked curiously, "Is this Gardenia Tea? It's so delicious. Can you give me a few slices?

Jing Ping put down the cup of water in his hand. He took a piece from a box under the coffee table and placed it in the other cup. He didn't put any sugar in it and soaked it in boiling water.

The first one had only two small mouthfuls.

"Drink it!" Jing Ping pushed a glass of water with only two small mouthfuls in front of Liang Zhiwu.

Liang Zhiwu looked at the half-full cup of Gardenia tea in Jing Ping's cup. He frowned and asked, "Why is there only half a cup in your cup?"

Jing Ping smiled and said, "My appetite is not big and my taste is light." As he spoke, he filled his cup to the brim with boiling water. Then, he used a pair of tweezers to pick up a small lump of sugar and put it in.

The sugar dissolved a little as the water temperature and the glass shook.

He only saw that there was a tiny thing in that half piece of Gardenia Flower that dissolved in the water and then disappeared.

Liang Zhiwu could not understand, so he touched the edge of the cup with his hand. Feeling that the temperature was just right, he picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.

Jing Ping smirked and said indifferently, "You're not allowed to spit it out. It's a good medicine that can't be bought with a thousand gold."

Liang Zhiwu spat out the water in his mouth, but neither did he swallow.

Because the taste of the water was like dozens of different herbs, sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy. At this moment, it was like the powder in a bottle stuck in one's throat.

Old Man Liang was curious and chuckled, "Truly so. Why don't you let my old man have a taste?"

The tea that flowed down his throat was abnormally cool and refreshing at the moment. Fortunately, he had swallowed it, otherwise, how could he have experienced the taste of this tea? Thus, he volunteered to brew it for the old man.

After learning that the scenery was safe, he placed the two petals inside, poured hot water over it, paused for a moment, and touched the wall of the cup with the back of his hand. When he felt that he could drink it, he handed the cup to the old man.

"Grandfather, don't puke, I want some good stuff." Liang Zhiwu was serious, but his expression was one of satisfaction as well.

At this moment, his entire body felt refreshed, as if the drowsiness from before had been reduced by half.

Old Man Liang's white brows twitched as he said unhappily, "I want to drink, why should I vomit? Can I drink now?"

The temper of the soldiers could not wait for too long. They raised their goblets of water and were about to drink.

Jing Ping straightened his body and used his hand to cover the cup's opening. He smiled and said, "Old Chief, let me mix it for you. You are not suited to drink too much. It will harm your body." As he spoke, he picked up another cup and tore the petal into two. He added two pieces of sugar, warm water and not boiling water, and pushed it in front of the old man. He smiled and said, "It's done. Please have some."

Old man Liang was astonished. They were both making tea, but why was this child's technique so different from the others? His slender fingers also looked like a woman's hands, and this child had actually calmed down.

Had he lost his consciousness? Why were those hands and eyes so similar and familiar? Wasn't this boy not related to the Jing Clan in any way? Was it an illusion? Or?

Old Man Liang narrowed his eyes, deep in thought, the cup in his hand gradually tightened. Afterwards, the old man's eyes abruptly opened, raising the cup to his lips and taking a small sip.

It was bitter, spicy, and sour. He continued to take another sip, which was a little astringent. It had the coolness of herbal medicine and mint. When he took another sip, there was a faint fragrance and the sweetness of sugar.