Looking at her clear eyes full of anticipation, Ember endured and endured, and the battle between heaven and man was fierce in his heart, and in the end, he still said with a clear conscience, "It's delicious." ”

"Really" Ye Ying's clear and crystalline eyes brightened, and a happy look appeared on his face, "I'm still worried that you don't like it, after all, the food you used to cook was better than mine." It's great that you can like the soup I make, drink more, I have a lot for you. ”

As she spoke, she waved her hand to the cook behind her to bring another bowl.

Ember watched in horror as the cook took out a large bowl of identical soup from the food box, and the whole person was devastated, he thought that she had prepared several different dishes for him, could it be that the food box was full of this kind of soup

Ye Ying looked at him more expectantly.

Ember ""

He silently picked up the bowl and drank the two large bowls of soup with the greatest courage in his life.

After drinking, I felt that my throat was so hot that it was not my own.

A sour, spicy, stinging sensation spread from his throat to his stomach, as if the fire of the Nine Hells was burning.

But the expression on his face couldn't see the clues, and he still looked very calm. "Ah Ying," he forcibly held back the pain in his throat and said to Ye Ying softly, "Today, a courtier sent a rare thing, I think you will like it, let people put it in the treasury, I will take you to see it."

"Don't worry, finish the soup first. Ye Ying looked at him with her cheeks raised, and waved her hand to let the cook bring two more bowls of soup.

"I just had lunch and I'm not hungry now. ”

"My mother said, this soup has the best health effect when it is fresh, and it is not delicious when it is cold. If you reheat it, it won't be fresh," Ye Ying's face was a little disappointed, "I boiled it for a long time to make it, if you don't drink it, it's too wasteful."

What else can Ember say

He took up the bowl and drank two more bowls.

Fifth bowl, sixth bowl

Seventh bowl, eighth bowl

Until Ember drank all the more than thirty bowls brought by Ye Ying, he was already having more air in and less air out.

He swore that he would never taste any new dishes made by Ye Ying himself in the future, and he swore an oath

The burning pain has spread from his throat and stomach all the way to his internal organs, and his whole body is in pain as if he is being tempered in the fire of the Nine Demon Hells, and he now seriously doubts that the soup made by Ye Ying is not clean, could it be food poisoning Even if his physical fitness is as strong as Starka, at this time, there is a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Looks like you really like to drink. But Ye Ying was still smiling, as if she was smiling more happily, "I'll make it for you to drink at night, okay?"

"No need, I'm already very moved if you do this kind of thing once in a while, Ah Ying," Ember's throat became more and more painful, and he had to mobilize the magic power in his body to speak normally, "I'll cook something for you tonight." ”

"That's not going to work. Ye Ying tilted her head with some annoyance, a little cute.

"Why" Ember looked at her little appearance, his expression was slightly trance-like, for some reason, he felt that she looked particularly fresh and bright today

I heard Ye Xiaoying, who was particularly fresh and bright, say, "Because this soup is really made for you, I, I really want to make it for you to drink." By the way, this soup has a name, do you want to hear it?"

"What" Ember endured his temperament, forcibly holding back the more and more uncomfortable feeling in his body, and the pain in his internal organs did not reduce, but became more and more serious.