Ji Wanzhou''s brows wrinkled more tightly. He was afraid of the bitter taste, let alone the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine soup. It seemed that there was a little sweetness in the bitterness.


    So, it smells a little boring.


    This taste makes Ji Wanzhou''s intestines and stomach turn involuntarily and has a desire to vomit.


    "Say it!" Meng Qingge dry uttered a voice, laryngeal knot rolling, swallowing saliva, trying to suppress the acid reflux in the stomach.


    Meng Qingge saw the season evening boat this appearance, slightly frowned, looked at him like this, is afraid of suffering? So he asked in a voice, "afraid of suffering?"


    Season evening boat eyebrow slightly stretched a few, pretended to be calm to shake head, "that is not."


    Meng Qingge looks at the season evening boat, eyebrows slightly pick pick, and then put the small bowl on the table.


    The medicine soup in the small bowl is still suffused with hot gas. Meng Qingge feels that the small bowl is slightly hot, but it is not too hot to hold, so he gently blows with his mouth.


    Later, when he was too slow to blow, he asked Lao Bai to bring a slightly larger bowl, and then poured the black medicine soup in two bowls. After a while, the medicine soup was not so hot and could be imported.


    Because Meng Qingge is in front of Ji Wanzhou''s face, the medicine soup is tossed between two bowls, so the bitter and greasy taste has been floating around Ji Wanzhou''s nose.


    Because endure, season evening boat whole person''s facial expression is not very good, had to hold back breath.


    "Well, you can drink it." Meng Qingge handed the bowl to the mouth of Ji Wanzhou.


    The bitter and disgusting taste of the medicine soup suddenly became more intense.


    Ji Wanzhou can''t bear it any longer. Subconsciously, she turns her head and takes a few deep breaths.


    Looking at the season evening boat this appearance, Meng Qingge''s mouth gently hook, with a smile of the voice sounded, "who just said that they are not afraid of suffering?"


    Laobai wants to tell Meng Qingge that the boss is afraid of taking medicine, whether it''s tablets or capsules, let alone the black soup.


    But since Ji Wanzhou doesn''t tell Meng Qingge, Laobai naturally doesn''t dare to interrupt.


    "Lao Bai, go to my bag and get some sugar." Meng Qingge turned to Laobai and said, "after drinking medicine, take some sugar, and your mouth will not be so bitter."


    Because Meng Qingge has hypoglycemia from time to time, she keeps candy in her bag at any time, so that if the meal is delayed, she can eat some candy first, so as not to faint again.


    Ji Wanzhou raised eyebrows, "when did you see me eating sugar?"


    Meng Qingge thought for a while, and it''s also true that she hasn''t seen Ji Wanzhou eat sugar or anything, and the desserts are basically untouched.


    Because of Ji Wanzhou''s words, Lao Bai took back his steps.


    "Drink it directly, then." Meng Qingge also raised the small bowl in his hand and said, "after drinking, there is still something else."


    Ji Wanzhou slowly turned his head and smelled it again, and then the feeling of tumbling in his stomach came again. His brow was tight and his face was full of resistance, saying, "I want to vomit."


    Laobai quickly took the garbage can over, in case the season evening boat really vomited out.


    Meng Qingge is to open the small bowl, so that the small bowl is not so close to the season boat, so the taste of the season boat will be lighter, it should not be nausea!


    Sure enough, after Meng Qingge opened the small bowl, Ji Wanzhou felt better.


    Meng Qingge looks at the season evening boat''s appearance, Xiu eyebrow also wrung up, a smell wants to vomit, how can this do? "Hold your nose and drink it. Don''t smell it."


    Ji Wanzhou shook his head, full of resistance, "don''t, smell all want to vomit, let alone drink, even if drink in, also all vomit."


    "Hoo..." Meng Qingge took a long breath and seemed to be making an important decision.


    Mr. Fu, would you like to call Ji Wanzhou said, "such as making pills or something."


    "Make it into a pill and you can eat it?" Meng Qingge frowned, "of course, the effect of the decoction is good, so many medicinal materials, so many medicine soup, the efficacy of all in the soup."