The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Jiang Fu looked at him fixedly, a little nervous.

Fu Ling came to stay at the mansion for a while, it seemed that he wanted to see a doctor for the general, and Mr. Eleven came here. Could it be that something happened to the general, why is he not feeling well?

But Eleven looks a bit...

Jiang Fu looked into his eyes, then followed his gaze, and his eyes fell on the steaming pot.

Jiang Fu: "...?"

She collected herself and asked, "Master Eleven?"

Eleven was brought back to his senses by her cry, and suddenly raised his head, he couldn't help but blush, it's not like he hasn't eaten anything good, why is he so shameful!

He immediately lowered his head and said seriously, "The general is not feeling well, let Mr. Fu go over."

In the cramped small kitchen, the fragrance permeates.

There was a gurgling sound from the pot.

Fu Ling stood there, reminiscing about the taste of the wife's cake just now, when he heard his words, he thought he was hallucinating.

Physical discomfort?

real or fake?

impossible?

Although Xie Cheng's leg was injured, his physical condition is very stable, why did he suddenly feel uncomfortable?

Fu Ling stood still and didn't move.

Seeing the little girl at the side turned pale, as if she had heard something terrible, she looked over and said, "Then Mr. Fu, go and have a look, don't delay!"

Fu Ling: "..."

Although he was reluctant, especially when the fish soup was almost ready, he still nodded and stood up reluctantly, "Okay, then I'll go and have a look first."

Although Xie Cheng said that Xie Cheng was unwell, and it is not appropriate to mention fish soup now, but...

Fu Ling looked at the smelling pot, his eyes were full of reluctance.

Jiang Fu looked into his eyes, a little dumbfounded, "When the soup is ready, I'll make a cup and let Ah Chu deliver it to you, how about it?"

"Don't worry, they won't drink up."

What's more, two big fish were boiled in this pot, a big pot full, enough for several people to drink!

Only then did Fu Ling become happy, but it wasn't easy to show it too obviously, and said, "I'll go back and have a look."

Eleven: "..." There is nothing to say, there is no place for him to speak here.

But she didn't want to, the little girl turned her head, looked at him and asked in a gentle tone, "I don't know if the general likes to drink fish soup. If he likes it, I'll send someone to give me a cup too?"

Holding the snack box, Xie Min unconsciously pursed her lips.

Okay, lose a cup of soup.

Xie Yao leaned there with a small body, lifted his fair and beautiful chin, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked up, with a mocking expression.

Eleven felt that his face was hot. He didn't trust Jiang Fu because of Jiang Rong'er before.

Before Eleven could speak, Fu Ling said directly: "Give it up, let someone give it away, when the time comes, Ah Cheng won't drink it, I'll drink it for him..."

eleven:"?!"

He opened his mouth suddenly, with a deep voice, as if he was going all out, and said, "Actually, after the general injured his leg, he has never had a good appetite. He hasn't eaten seriously for a while, and he always eats in two mouthfuls. "

Eleven bravely raised his head, and sure enough, he saw the fair and clean little girl frowning, with a distressed look on her face.

For some reason, the inexplicable tension in my heart suddenly dissipated.

He also speaks more calmly:

"Apart from…"

"Except for Miss Jiang."

Fu Ling's movements stopped suddenly.

Jiang Fu also froze suddenly.

Eleven continued: "In addition to being here with Miss Jiang yesterday, there is also the food that Miss Jiang asked me to bring back. The general likes it very much."

"He ate them all."

At the end, he silently added another sentence.