Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"It can even be said that you have such a situation where you fainted due to excessive consumption, and it is also caused by the misunderstanding that you didn't know anything before and thought that you should eat more."

"Besides, if this set of misconceptions continues, your body will probably be hopeless... So, continuing to take Qibao Haitang until you return to normal is the best treatment, understand?"

Wu Chen finished the long speech in one breath, and then continued to look at Xiang Xing.

I saw that little guy seemed to have been fooled by his words, and was staring at him stupidly with his pink mouth slightly opened.

Xiang Xing was indeed dumbfounded.

Whether it's the persona or the one or two days of contact, she thinks he is the kind of person who speaks so preciously.

Why did it suddenly stop talking.

People really can't look at the surface...

The little guy nodded silently in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, he bent his fingers and tapped the little head again: "Do you understand, I don't want to say it a second time."

"...I understand, I understand!"

Xiang Xing nodded suddenly.

"As long as you know."

Only then did Wu Chen chuckle with satisfaction, immediately got up, and walked towards one of his rooms.

After a while, she saw him hugging several soft brocade boxes that looked like they were used to hold ginseng antler, walking forward with long legs.

I poured the whole box into my arms, "here, here are ten, you eat it every seven days, just put it in when cooking porridge and cook together."

"……so."

Xiang Xing raised his soft eyes dumbly, and glanced at the man.

She now feels that her eldest son seems more like a quack who sells Chinese herbal medicine.

Still, that's not the problem.

Thinking about it, the little guy silently put all the boxes in his arms aside.

Suddenly straightening up his small body, he stared at Wu Chen very seriously.

The soft voice continued to be serious, "But boss, I don't know how to cook, not at all."

"..."

Wu Chen was speechless for a while.

After a pause, he let out a low laugh and nodded slightly, "Okay, then you come to my house once every seven days, and I'll make it up for you."

Although there is another way, that is, when he is done, he will bring her to the company.

—but he didn't want to.

So, Xiang Xing tilted his head, looked at the man silently, and took all those boxes back.

When he came out again, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more.

"Wow~Wow!Wow!..."

A few familiar calls came from the window of the living room next to her.

The little guy was puzzled, and couldn't help turning his head to the side, and looked outside.

But he saw that husky wolf, jumping around in the courtyard outside, howling.

In the middle of its circle, there seems to be a piece of something.

Soon, Wu Chen came over and opened the window.

"Bring it in."

He called out softly.

Xiang Xing saw that the wolf responded with a howl, and immediately picked up the thing on the ground, and drifted in through the window.

With a "wow", he vomited that thing directly on the coffee table.

The little guy and the man looked at each other in unison.

Instead, he concentrated his attention, lowered his head, and looked at the thing carefully.

——This seems to be a piece of brown wood.

Although there are mottled marks left by many years on it, and there are some dirt that the wolf did not clean up, but the wood itself is extremely well preserved, without rot and insects.

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