Panguan

Like waiting for them to drink that bowl of soup.

Xia Qiao was frightened by the ax on TV. He was afraid that if he didn't eat or drink, his head would be chopped off, so without saying a word, he picked up the bowl and poured the dumpling soup into his stomach.

As a result, after just two sips, he realized that the whole table was looking at him. Wen Shi, who was closest to him, raised his hand, as if he was about to stop him, but he didn't have time.

Xia Qiao swallowed the soup and said, "...Why are you looking at me?"

Wen Shi pointed to the soup bowl in his hand: "This thing was not on TV just now."

Therefore, no one knows whether he is dead or alive after drinking this thing.

Xia Qiao: "..."

He finally reacted slowly. But when he realizes that he is panicking, normal people would be stunned.

Xia Qiao looked at the soup bowl with only one mouthful left in his hand, and asked quietly: "Is it still too late for me to pick my throat now?"

"Why are you picking at your throat? You're just a little puppet." Lao Mao was overtaken by this kid. He picked up the bowl angrily and tried to pour it into his mouth.

Xia Qiao was touched by him and suddenly realized: Yes! I'm not a human being, why am I afraid of this guy?

He remembered what Wen Shi had said before that puppets are the least susceptible to influence. They are difficult to be possessed and will not be stunned. Unless it passes through and dries up directly, there will be no problem.

After realizing this, Xia Qiao suddenly became a warrior. He drank the last mouthful of soup in one gulp, and then suddenly remembered something and asked: "But Uncle Mao, it doesn't matter if I'm a puppet. Why are you drinking so happily?" ?”

Lao Mao choked and spit out a mouthful of dumpling soup.

Fortunately, he turned his head before spraying, so he didn't harm the whole table...

It was just a piece of clothing that was in trouble - after he coughed shockingly, he opened his eyes and saw a wet black T-shirt. Going up the T-shirt, I saw Wen Shi's frozen face.

It's so hard for me...

Lao Mao said in his heart.

Wen Shi stared at Lao Mao's watering can with the attitude of a hawk back then. When he saw him touching his head in a sullen manner, he finally remembered the passion of growing back his hair.

After all, he raised the bird by himself, so what else could he do?

Wenshi looked away silently and heard Lao Mao explaining to Xia Qiao: "If there is really a problem, you will react more or less. You are sitting here without any reaction at all. I don't dare to drink anything."

Back then, with the support of Wen Shi, Lao Mao dared to deceive even his own master. It was just a moment of carelessness, but now when he fooled Xiaoqiao, his face did not change, his heart stopped beating, and he looked like "you actually want to ask such a simple truth."

Perhaps out of respect for the elderly and love for the young, Xia Qiao actually nodded and believed.

Fine.

I can't stand it when I smell it. He held up the collar of his T-shirt to let some air out to prevent the wet fabric from sticking to his body, then picked up the bowl and drank the dumpling soup.

Just by looking at Xia Qiao's appearance, you can tell that there is either no problem with the soup, or even if there is any problem, it is at the level of a sweat medicine at best.

This kind of thing is not very useful to Wenshi. After all, his spiritual appearance is not uniform, he is neither alive nor dead, and he is not a normal person. And if he has a complete spirit, his state will be at its peak, and it is even less likely that he will be knocked down by such a bowl of soup.

Sure enough, Xia Qiao yawned and said, "Actually, I was a little confused just now, but just for a moment. Now after yawning, I feel nothing again."

Lao Mao actually pretended to complain: "Didn't you tell me earlier?"

This made Xia Qiao feel very embarrassed: "Then I will try to respond faster next time."

"It's late." Xie Wen flicked the empty bowl in front of him with his fingers and said half-seriously: "We've all finished drinking."

"What should we do?" Xia Qiao panicked.

"If you really faint when you look back -" Xie Wen tilted his head at Chao Wen and said, "Don't just run away on your own."

Wenshi raised his eyes and looked at him: "Are you going to faint?"

Xie Wen smiled: "I can't tell."

His language was vague, making it unclear whether he was just pretending like Lao Mao, and was just teasing. I still want to say that my condition is average and I am not sure whether it will be affected.

Lu Wenjuan was busy in the kitchen until all four of them had drunk the dumpling soup, then she grabbed a rag and came to the hall.

"Leave it there for a while, I'll clean it up." She put the dishes on top of each other and wiped the table with a wet rag in circles, "You guys just rest there for a while, you don't want to move after eating. "

She wiped it for a while, and then raised her eyes when she thought it was almost done. Her dark eyes swept across the four people on the table, and asked in a soft voice: "Are you... sleepy?"

When he heard it, he answered very simply: "I'm not sleepy."

Lu Wenjuan: "..."

She seemed a little confused and said "Oh" and continued to wipe the table, still moving in circles. Not to mention whether she drank the soup or not, just watching her movements for a long time would make her eyelids heavy.

She wiped her hands until they were sore, then raised her head again and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

This time it was Xie who asked, "It's okay. I can hold on for a while."

Lu Wenjuan: "..."

Why should I hold on when I'm sleepy? ? ?

She was a little devastated.

But fortunately, Xie Wen propped his head up, looked a little sick, and looked like he was about to take a rest when he lowered his eyes. Lu Wenjuan had some hope again and felt that it was almost done.

Just when she had rubbed it for an unknown number of times, Xie Wen finally moved.

Can't bear it anymore?

Lu Wenjuan raised her head with hope, only to see Xie Wen tap the corner of the table with his long index finger and said, "The paint is about to be wiped off."