Chapter 145： This soup is poisonous!

An Ruixin was in a daze for a while before she could be considered as a reaction, and asked stiffly, "This is your room?"

Ji Chengze nodded solemnly, An Ruixin only felt that a thunderous thunder struck her head.

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, the two would share a room? Is this development a bit too fast!

An Ruixin's expression on her face stiffened for a few seconds, and she said awkwardly: "Then I will go to sleep in another room, um, where is the guest room?"

"No, drink the soup first."

Ji Chengze's opening, An Ruixin noticed that Ji Chengze was still holding a tray, and the delicate porcelain bowl on the tray was full of soup.

"Let me in first."

An Ruixin suddenly regained consciousness, and hurriedly let Ji Chengze in.

"I just saw you didn't eat much." After Ji Chengze entered the door, he immediately brought the bowl to An Ruixin and explained in a low voice, "Drink, it is good for your body."

An Ruixin was taken aback, and her heart was suddenly touched.

Because I didn’t eat much just now, I was afraid that I was not full before I started a small stove for myself?

Just, moved to moved, what's the matter with this dark soup?

This is...Siwu Tang? Sesame soup? Black chicken soup? But this smell seems a bit wrong!

An Ruixin put the bowl close to the tip of her nose and sniffed it before taking a sip under Ji Chengze's expectant gaze.

Just this bite, An Ruixin petrified on the spot.

Ji Chengze stared at An Ruixin and drank the soup, but did not respond for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask curiously: "How is it?"

What else can   ? After all, I didn’t have to be crushed to death. Are you trying to poison me directly?

An Ruixin smiled reluctantly: "May I ask, what kind of soup is this?"

Ji Chengze pursed his lips, as if recalling something: "It seems to be...Danggui Bu Gu Tang, the one you stewed for Grandpa last time."

"Then can you tell me, what color is the soup I made for Grandpa Ji last time?"

Ji Chengze was taken aback, carefully recalled the scene at that time, and he was not sure: "Yellow and white?"

"Very good, then why is the soup I stewed in yellow and white, but this bowl is black?" An Ruixin almost couldn't hold the smile on her face, "Who made this soup?"

The lunch and evening meals are quite normal, not to mention the top chefs in high-end restaurants, but they are also 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 glanced at the bowl of soup with some guilty conscience: “Is it so terrible?”

An Ruixin was noncommittal, but Ji Chengze frowned, grabbed the bowl and took a sip.

After   filled, Ji Chengze's face turned black.

An Ruixin is still waiting for Ji Chengze to tell who made the soup, and she has enough reasons to think that the person who stewed the soup has enemies with her.

Wait for a long time, did not hear him say why, but heard him dumbly say something in a muffled voice: "Sorry."

An Ruixin was taken aback, glanced at Ji Chengze, who was obviously frustrated and disappointed, and then at the dark soup that was filled with danger like Chinese medicine. Suddenly, an extremely absurd guess was born in her heart.

"This soup is...you stewed it, right?"