Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

"I come."

Before the words fell, people had already stepped in.

With a big hand, Liu Yufeng took the spoon from Qin Shu's hand.

Qin Shu raised his eyebrows, looked at him leisurely, did not stop him, but acquiesced to his actions with his eyes.

Liu Yufeng smiled brightly, and smelled it first, "Well, it's quite fragrant."

Then put it in your mouth.

Feeling the perfect fusion of meat and medicinal materials, a strong aroma permeates from the tip of the tongue to the taste buds, then slides down the throat and enters the stomach.

The warm broth brings warmth to the stomach, but wherever it passes, it creates a refreshing feeling.

Liu Yufeng thought it was amazing, and said pleasantly, "What did you put in it that tastes so different from ordinary chicken soup?"

"I just adjusted a formula and added some herbs into it."

Seeing his reaction, Qin Shu knew that the effect of this pot of soup should be good.

She turned around and turned off the fire, took out a bowl first, and handed it to Liu Yufeng.

"This bowl is for you."

Liu Yufeng was a little surprised, "Give it to me? Then I won't be polite!"

He readily took it, and saw Qin Shu put the remaining soup in the pot into a special ceramic cup.

She walked out with a ceramic cup on the dinner plate, turned her head and said to him: "Then drink slowly, I will send this to Chu Linchen first."

After speaking, Qin Shu left.

Two bodyguards followed her.

The smile on Liu Yufeng's face disappeared, and his expression gradually turned cold.

Qin Shu actually boiled the soup for Chu Linchen himself?

Watching her back go away, he gritted his teeth.

The bowl of chicken soup in my hand lost its fragrance in an instant.

Of course, Qin Shu had no chance to see the change in Liu Yufeng's expression.

She came to the ward with soup, Wei He had already left, and the man on the bed was resting.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he opened his eyes suddenly, and a strong fragrance floated into the tip of his nose.

Chu Linchen's gaze was fixed on the thing in Qin Shu's hand, and he couldn't help asking curiously: "What is this?"

"Soup for you." Qin Shu said lightly, and walked to the bed.

But because of her words, Chu Linchen's mood reached an extremely happy height.

Give him the soup.

This is what she did specially for him.

The man immediately looked satisfied, and without waiting for Qin Shu's help, he consciously sat up with his body propped up.

Before Qin Shu fed him the soup again, he hesitated and said, "I'm not very confident either, you try it first, if it doesn't work, I'll try another formula."

She scooped up a ladle of soup, blew on the cooling air, and brought it to his mouth.

Chu Linchen looked straight at her, and said with a slightly curved lips: "I believe in you."

Then, he swallowed the soup in one gulp.

Watching him drink the soup, Qin Shu immediately watched his reaction nervously, "How is it?"

Chu Linchen felt it carefully, and said, "After drinking it, my throat feels quite comfortable."

Qin Shu twitched the corners of her lips. In this soup, she not only put medicinal herbs for nourishing the stomach, but also moistened and cleared the throat.

"Continue." Chu Linshen spat out two words, waiting for Qin Shu to feed him.

Qin Shu curled his lips and fed him another half bowl.

During the period, Liu Yufeng returned to the ward, and when he passed by Chu Linchen's ward, he glanced in from the door.

Seeing the scene of Qin Shu feeding soup to Chu Linchen himself, he frowned fiercely.