The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

Mi Ai, who usually eats happily, didn't have much appetite today. Looking at her favorite ribs and fish on the table, she didn't even move her chopsticks a few times, she just drank two or three mouthfuls of soup and put down her chopsticks. drank.

Apparently, Xun Jianjian's departure made her feel so depressed that she didn't even have any appetite for food, but she felt a little nauseated inside.

Staring at the spare ribs on the table in a daze, Xun Jian picked up a chopstick of food in her bowl and asked softly, "What's wrong? Don't you have any appetite?"

"Well, I don't want to eat. I want to sleep."

Mi Ai took out a piece of paper to wipe her mouth and went upstairs, obviously feeling bad because of Xun Jianjian's departure.

Seeing that Mi Ai, who ate the most every day, put down his chopsticks early, Uncle Lin put down his chopsticks too, his seemingly cloudy eyes were actually clear, and his voice with a slightly vicissitudes sounded like an elder's advice generally.

"Is this Louis so difficult to deal with this time?"

In the past, when dealing with a multinational group as big as the Yao Group, he didn't say it would be the same as now, but Uncle Lin still remembered the wreckage of the giant python, and his heart tightened, but he understood a little bit.

Xun Jian looked at the white rice in the bowl and shook his head, "It's just a bit tricky, but it's not impossible to deal with it. By the way, is the kitchen boiling Chinese medicine?" He had already smelled the strong smell coming from the kitchen. Chinese herbal medicine.

Ordinary people who are used to Western medicine naturally don't like Chinese medicine that is slow to take effect and hard to swallow, Qiao Anhao especially doesn't like it.

"Has Li Xiaoxiao been here?" He asked suddenly.

Uncle Lin hummed, and explained, "I've been here. I helped An Hao take a look, and then prescribed a list of traditional Chinese medicines, asking An Hao to drink three meals a day. I'm afraid it's a bit embarrassing."

The last time the traditional Chinese medicine was boiled was also for Qiao Anhao. Uncle Lin still remembered Qiao Anhao's unwillingness to take Chinese medicine, but he could also understand that Chinese medicine was indeed too bitter.

"It's difficult, brother, I'm afraid it will take some effort to coax you." Xun Jian laughed.

Uncle Lin sighed, and could feel that the current Minghai City was involved in an unknown storm, and the people he wanted to deal with were not people in ordinary shopping malls, but people who were on the edge of darkness.

Such a person is vicious and terrifying.

There were only Uncle Lin and Xun Jian on the table, because Mi Ai got off the table early, and the dishes on the table were hardly touched, Xun Jian just ate some briefly, and followed her upstairs.

Uncle Lin cleaned up those things.

Wu Ma put the boiled medicinal porcelain bowl into the dinner plate, and there was a small plate next to it, which was filled with candied fruit, which was used to remove the bitter taste in the mouth after drinking the medicine.

At home, Mama Wu clearly remembered everyone's eating habits. She firmly remembered everyone's favorites and dislikes.

"Old Lin, should I serve this medicine now, or drink it after Madam wakes up?" Wu Ma looked at Uncle Lin and then at the dark medicine in the bowl. Even she felt bitter when she smelled it, not to mention It's Qiao An who needs to drink medicine.

However, as a member of her generation, she still trusts Chinese medicine.

As the saying goes, good medicine is bitter, and for the sake of the body, you can only drink it, although the taste is unacceptable.

Uncle Lin stared down at the medicine and took it, "I'll deliver it."