Qi Yang looked at the rice porridge in front of him, which was obviously fragrant with medicinal fragrance, but was said to be bland and tasteless by the owner, hooked the corners of his mouth, and then opened his mouth in Ling'er's expectant gaze.

Ling'er was overjoyed in her heart, Brother Yang was finally willing to let himself be fed medicinal food!

The temperature in the mouth is just right, and the heat of the rice porridge is just right. The rice grains fully absorb the water and are soft and delicious. Since there are no other ingredients, the sweetness of the rice soup only blends with the astringency of the medicinal juice, and it has a unique flavor.

Ling'er knew that the rice porridge this time was much more bitter than before. She saw Brother Yang take the porridge in his mouth and chew it slowly as usual, and couldn't help frowning, and asked, "Don't you feel bitter when you eat like this?" And she deliberately boiled the porridge until it was rotten, just to avoid the bitterness of Brother Yang's chewing.

Qi Yang swallowed it before answering Ling'er: "Who said this porridge is bitter?"

Ling'er blinked in confusion and said, "But I hope your body will recover faster, and I have taken the initiative to increase the dosage of some medicine." Don't they all say that good medicine is bitter?"

"There is nothing in this world that is completely bitter. There is bitterness in sweetness, and there must be sweetness in bitterness. I feel that there is more sweetness than bitterness in the medicinal juice. Qi Yang explained with a smile.

Ling'er nodded as if she didn't understand, and thought distressedly: "Brother Yang is afraid that he has suffered too much, and he has come out of it." ”

And after the medicinal juice was boiled by the girl in the rice porridge, even the last bit of astringency was covered by the sweetness of the rice soup. So this rice porridge is not bitter at all. Qi Yang continued.

"Really, then I'll taste it too!" Ling'er was moved, scooped a spoonful of rice porridge and wanted to send it to her mouth.

"Don't!" Qi Yang hurriedly spoke out to stop him.

Ling'er stopped her movements and waited for Brother Yang's explanation.

"I've eaten this bowl of porridge. Qi Yang reminded Ling'er.

Ling'er saw through him, and pretended to be angry and asked, "So you are lying to me? This porridge is bitter at all?"

"This ......," Qi Yang explained in a low voice, "I'm just saying what I think." The same food tastes different in different people's mouths. ”

Ling'er can only understand this explanation. She suddenly understood that Brother Yang was too bitter in his heart to taste that trace of sweetness in something as bitter as medicinal juice.

Seeing that Ling'er was silent, Qi Yang thought that she was still blaming herself, and continued to explain: "Just like what Master said when I was a child, the feeling of a sharp weapon cutting through the skin, you can think of it as pain, or you can think of it as something else. ”

Ling'er was shocked when she heard this. How could Brother Yang's master teach him such strange thoughts? Could it be that it was because of this understanding that Brother Yang did not care for his body so much?

Qi Yang felt that when it came to this, he could persuade Ling'er by the way: "So in these flesh wounds on the lower body, the girl doesn't have to worry about it all the time." This slight pain is not taken into account. ”

Sure enough, Brother Yang felt that the pain of skin trauma was nothing, so he could be injured at will! If it weren't for his profound martial arts, as long as he slowed down his offensive a little and increased his defense when facing the enemy, how could he be easily injured by the enemy?

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