Early in the morning, after breakfast.
Zhao Yi brought out a bowl of apricot yellow hot soup, saying coaxingly, "Zhongnan, here, drink it while it's hot."
"I have to drink it again."
With a bitter look on his face, Li Zhongnan picked it up.
At this moment, he was like a child who was sick but unwilling to take medicine. However, in the face of his stern big sister, he dared not disobey and reluctantly began to drink.
He really didn't want to drink it.
He isn't afraid of pain, he just hates bitterness.
After finishing the drink, he felt a little uneasy and couldn't help but ask: "Old Zhao, where did you get this medicine? It won't cause any problem, right?"
Zhao Yi smiled, saying, "The prescription is passed down from my grandmother, even my father has used it, it definitely won't cause any problem."
Upon hearing this, Li Zhongnan said, "Oh, then I'm relieved."
