The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

After Lian Feng finished grinding the medicine powder, he felt bad all over.

Regardless of the lack of technical content in this job, who let him do a very demanding job, Ma Yantao.

Once again, no.

There are impurities, and then rework!

Twice, no.

Powders vary in thickness and must be ground to the same fineness!

Keep reworking!

Lian Feng: ...

You just grind me to death!

When Yan Tao nodded, Lian Feng was sweating profusely as if he had been fished out of the water.

"God Yan, what do you want these medicinal powders for?"

Lian Feng sat on the ponytail and watched Yan Tao pour water into the medicine powder, and then poured half of it into the sink.

Almost made him feel bad!

This is all his hard work bit by bit!

Yan Tao poured the flour into the medicine powder, kneading the medicine powder balls into a ball as if making a work of art.

Exudes a very strong smell of Chinese medicine.

"Make pills."

She reached out to open the seasoning jar and scooped a spoonful into it.

Lian Feng's jaw almost fell to the ground, and he said dumbfounded, "Do you need to add sugar to make pills?"

Young Master Yan scooped out the pills one by one with a small spoon and steamed them directly on the pot, "It will be ready in half an hour."

Lian Feng said: God Yan, if you do this medicine, you will eat the dead!

He held his breath and concentrated, and asked tremblingly, "Is this for the Lord?"

Young Master Yan nodded as a matter of course, took a clean towel and slowly wiped his palms, and said lightly, "Suppress the cold in his body."

Lian Feng: "God Yan, can I ask, have you ever studied Chinese medicine?"

Yan Tao's handsome peach eyes overflowed with surprise, "What is Chinese medicine?"

Lian Feng...

While looking at Huohou, the young man glanced coldly sideways, his cold gaze fell on Lian Feng's face, and he asked slowly, "Do you have any opinions?"

The young man's eyes were smiling, but his light words and eyes were like Mount Tai pressing down heavily on Lian Feng's head. He was so frightened that his heart throbbed, and he shook his head hurriedly: "How can it be, the things made by Yanshen are absolutely effective. One Up to a hundred, I really envy Master Qin~"

"It's more or less the same." Yan Tao turned his head in satisfaction, picked up the lid of the pot and poked the meatball-like pill with chopsticks, observing carefully.

Lian Feng sneaked a glance at Master Qin who was dealing with affairs in the living room, and shouted in his heart: Master, forgive me for not being able to help you!

I really sympathize with you.

The painting style of Young Master Yan's pill is weird and scary...

"All right!"

Putting the pills into the box, Yan Tao handed them to Lian Feng at any time, "One pill a week, and it can be reduced to one pill every three days when the cold attacks are frequent."

Holding the heavy box in his arms, Lian Feng stiffened, Yan Tao glanced at him, "It's not a box of explosives, relax."

Lian Feng: I think it is scarier than a box of dynamite.

Explosives can still be dodged, but this... can't be dodged!

In the living room, Qin Zong sent the email with an indifferent expression, closed the computer, pressed his big palm on the computer cover, and tapped the table in thought.

Tiredly, he squeezed the space between his eyebrows with his fingers a few times, then went to the bedroom to change his clothes for going out.

When the door was opened, there was a beautiful young man beside the door, smiling at him, Qin Zong's cold and hard eyes lightened a bit, and then he rubbed the top of the young man's soft head heavily, "Don't talk to strangers casually, you will be trafficked I won’t save you. Also, minors are not allowed to fall in love or fight early, study hard!”

This... is like saying goodbye.

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows: "Where are you going?"