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"How about going to the hospital?"
Mu Zhao felt as if he was burned to death, and said, "I don't want to move, Huanhuan, why don't you find a doctor for me."
Nan Huan rolled her eyes, it turned out that the princess was indeed sick.
She said: "Are you out of your mind? This is not Xicheng Mansion, let alone Mu Mansion. Do you still think you are the spoiled and domineering Little Princess Mu? And there is a family doctor?"
Mu Zhao lay with his body stretched out, holding his nose with a tissue, and said in a leisurely tone, "I'm dizzy, and I don't have the strength to get out of bed, let alone walk to the parking lot. How much does it cost to just hire a doctor? You don't even have blue water?" I can afford it all over the country, so why are you so stingy when I ask you to hire a doctor?"
Nan Huan continued to roll his eyes, is this a stingy thing?
How can a family doctor be as convenient as a hospital?
She said speechlessly: "Firstly, you don't want to move, and secondly, you want to get better quickly, so you can continue to take the medicine. This medicine is probably somewhat useful. It is a Chinese patent medicine. It has a long-lasting effect and heals slowly."
After she finished speaking, she thought about how this little ancestor drank water three times a day and didn't even drink rice soup, so she asked her: "Do you have an appetite now? I have rice porridge stewed in the pot, can I bring it to you?"
Mu Zhao is not very hungry, but he is thinking about what Mu Nianxiao said before that once people get sick, they will have all kinds of negative emotions. It was originally a minor illness because they refused to eat treatment, and coupled with the low mood, it will lead to a serious illness.
She didn¡¯t want to ruin things because of her painful brain fever, so she said to Nan Huan: ¡°Oh, then you can put a piece of rock sugar in the white porridge, I want to eat something sweet.¡±
Nan Huan: ¡°¡¡±
A minute later, Nan Huan came up with rice porridge with rock sugar.
Mu Zhao was already sitting on the pillow behind her, waiting to open her mouth and be fed.
Of course Nan Huan would not feel unbalanced because she was serving her like a mother at the moment.
She scooped the rice porridge very carefully and considerately and put it to her mouth, "It's not hot, I blew it downstairs."
Mu Zhao opened his mouth, took the rice porridge into his mouth, and spit it out before swallowing.
Nan Huan thought something was wrong with her stomach and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mu Zhao¡¯s little princess was so pretentious that she frowned and said implicitly that the porridge she made was not delicious, ¡°It¡¯s just¡ a little¡ different.¡±
Nan Huan¡¯s face was dark: ¡°Why is it different, my little princess?¡±
Mu Zhao closed his eyes and groaned, "It's just different from what Lin Ma makes, it doesn't taste good" Not only does it not taste good, it's simply too unpalatable.
She just couldn¡¯t understand why, with the same water and the same rice, what Nan Huan made was so different from what Lin Ma made?
Nan Huan patiently coaxed her with a good temper: "My little princess, can you stop being picky? I can make the rice porridge so thick after it's cooked, so just eat it."
Mu Zhao sighed weakly, opened her eyes and said pitifully: "Hey, I really want to eat the soup dumplings and millet porridge from Judelong" She said, smacking her mouth, "Mother Lin's black The cooked rice porridge is also deliciousHeyHuanhuan, why don't you go make me a bowl of black rice porridge?"
Nan Huan put the patient first and endured it: "Okay, my little princess, you have to torture me to death."
Mu Zhao groaned guiltily: "Huanhuan, thank you, thank you for your hard work. I don't want to be like this but what can I do? Why am I so unsatisfactory and have such a tricky mouth."
Nan Huan: ¡°¡¡±
Based on the principle that the patient is God, Nan Huan endured it.
She carried the bowl downstairs and questioned her cooking skills for the first time.
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