The group pet koi she is still a baby

Chapter 322
This chicken soup is chicken raised at home, and it is the most nutritious. Cheng Yuan suffered from these injuries, and he couldn't rely on immortal power to heal them. He could only rely on eating some nutritious things and relying on himself.

"No, I'm really fine. If you don't believe me, go down for a walk... Keep this chicken soup for yourself, I'll go first..."

Cheng Yuan still didn't want to, but he didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of him, so he waved his hand and wanted to get off the bed.

"A Yuan, your injuries are not healed yet, why are you going?"

"I didn't do anything. I'm already awake anyway. I can take care of myself, so I'll go back first. My grandpa is still waiting for me to take care of him..."

After Cheng Yuan finished speaking, he put on his shoes and prepared to leave.

But before he left, Jiang Li took it back and pushed him back on the bed.
"Ah Yuan, the wound on your body hasn't fully healed yet, so you are not allowed to go anywhere. My grandma told Mr. Cheng that she will let you go when your body heals."

Jiang Li's face was full of seriousness, worried that Cheng Yuan would still leave, Jiang Li reached out and took the bowl of chicken soup that Zhang Yueru handed to Cheng Yuan,
"A Yuan, I know you are worried about Grandpa Cheng, so you should drink this chicken soup. Drink more chicken soup and the wound will heal faster, so you can leave when the time comes..."

Jiang Li picked up the spoon, pointed it at Cheng Yuan's mouth, and tried to feed it.

"I……"

Cheng Yuan couldn't laugh or cry, just when he was about to speak, his mouth was blocked by the spoon Jiang Li handed over, and he couldn't even speak.

"Okay, okay, can't I listen to you, Ah Li, I'll do it myself."

Reluctantly finishing the soup on the spoon that Jiang Li handed over, Cheng Yuan hurriedly opened his mouth.

"Then here it is, you must finish the soup in it. This chicken soup is very nutritious and there is no leftover."

Jiang Li saw that Cheng Yuan's expression didn't look like a fake, and since the spoon had already touched Cheng Yuan's mouth just now, he probably wouldn't refuse, so Jiang Li handed the bowl to Cheng Yuan with confidence.

"it is good."

Cheng Yuan took the bowl obediently.

Seeing Jiang Li obediently drinking the soup, Jiang Li nodded in satisfaction, and she turned around to look at Zhang Yueru standing behind her.

I saw my grandma gave me an appreciative look.

The smile on Jiang Li's face widened in an instant.

"Okay, it seems that you two get along very well, then you can eat here now, there is still a lot of work waiting for me outside, so I won't waste time here."

At the beginning, Zhang Yueru was worried about the atmosphere between Jiang Li and Cheng Yuan, and worried about her granddaughter's hot face and cold ass.

But now seeing the atmosphere between the two of them, she was completely relieved.

"Bye bye, grandma. A Yuan has been sleeping for so long, and he must be bored. I'll talk to A Yuan in the room first before going out."

Jiang Li waved to Zhang Yueru obediently.

"Okay, but don't stay too long. Boy Cheng's fever is just a little bit better. It's time to recuperate. Chat with him for a while and come out."

Although she knew in her heart that her precious granddaughter would never cause trouble to others, Zhang Yueru still gave a few symbolic instructions.

"it is good."

Jiang Li nodded obediently.

After seeing off Zhang Yueru, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became more relaxed.

Although Zhang Yueru's temperament is relatively easy-going, and she doesn't say much, but the adults are adults after all, and the adults stay in this room.

Jiang Li had to be cautious when he wanted to say something.

Cheng Yuan has to take more into account, after all, Jiang Li is Zhang Yueru's granddaughter who occasionally says something unpleasant, so she doesn't know what to say.

But he is considered a good friend with his granddaughter. If he is a little careless or has a wrong attitude, his impression in Zhang Yueru's heart may be greatly reduced.

"Huh, grandma is finally gone."

Jiang Li took a deep breath and stayed in the room with her grandma, she didn't dare to talk to Cheng Yuan anymore.

I always feel that atmosphere...is like...catching rape...

"A Yuan, you are about to drink the chicken soup. If you don't drink the chicken soup, it should be cold. Let me tell you, this chicken soup should be drunk while it is hot, or there will be a thick layer of oil on it when it cools. It's not as delicious as it is now!"

Jiang Li raised his head, and saw Cheng Yuan's exquisite eyes looking at him with a smile.

Jiang Li looked a little embarrassed, so she quickly changed the subject.

"Okay, listen to you."

Seeing Jiang Li's serious face, Cheng Yuan nodded unknowingly, picked up the spoon in the bowl and drank the chicken soup.

The soup tastes mellow and easy to drink
"How about it! Is the chicken soup stewed by my grandma delicious?"

Seeing Cheng Yuan drinking the chicken soup, Jiang Li blinked, and impatiently approached him and asked.

"It's delicious. It's the best chicken soup I've ever had in my life. Grandma Jiang's cooking skills are really good."

With the taste of chicken soup in his mouth, Cheng Yuan said seriously.

Zhang Yueru's stewed chicken soup is really good at it. When the soup was brought in, Cheng Yuan could smell a particularly mellow fragrance from a distance.

Although he had eaten some egg custard and steamed buns prepared by Jiang Li before, when he smelled this smell, Cheng Yuan's throat still reacted subconsciously.

He also ate chicken before. After all, he had been looking for herbs in the mountains and forests, and occasionally came across a few pheasants.

I was so hungry at the time, Cheng Yuanquan used all his energy and skill in his head to catch pheasants a few times.

But there are no conditions at home, even if there is pheasant, it can't taste like Zhang Yueru's...

Cheng Yuan looked down at the chicken soup in the bowl, Zhang Yueru was not stingy when filling Cheng Yuan with the chicken soup, and the bowl he used was the Dahai Bowl at home.

Push away those golden-colored chicken soup oil droplets that belong to the native chicken, and the snow-white soup suddenly emerges in front of you.

Pick up the spoon and put it near your mouth, take a sip, and there is an indescribable fragrance between your lips and teeth, which cannot be dissipated for a long time, and after swallowing, the fragrance has a long aftertaste.

"If it tastes good, drink more. If it's not enough, there's still some steamed buns brought by grandma. If you're hungry, eat chicken soup and steamed buns together. It's delicious!"

Jiang Li blinked her big eyes and recommended Cheng Yuan seriously.

This is her experience of drinking chicken soup over the years. Generally, the chicken soup cooked by Zhang Yueru will have thick oil on it.

In this day and age, no one thinks these oils are unhealthy or fat.

For everyone in this era, even eating is a problem. Even if they can eat enough, they usually eat cornmeal steamed buns with pickles, kimchi and the like.

In this day and age, what everyone lacks most is oil and water, whether it is cornmeal steamed buns or pickles, there is no oil or water at all.

(End of this chapter)