On the small round table, there were three meats, two vegetables and a soup cup, and a pair of chopsticks picked up the food in a slight, stuffed it into a small, bright red mouth, and the bulging cheeks kept squirming, and then swallowed it into the stomach.

"Another bowl." Jia Huan wiped his mouth and handed the empty bowl to the little girl standing beside him.

"Third Master, this is the fifth bowl..." Que'er hesitantly reminded, staring at the child's still shriveled belly. After eating so much, where did he eat?

Jia Huan's face was gloomy and his narrow eyes looked over. Whoever did not let him eat enough would be his enemy.

"I will give you my food right away. You are growing up, so eat more!" Que'er's heart shook and she quickly picked up the bowl.

He swept all the dishes on the table, and mixed some of the remaining soup into his mouth with rice. Jia Huan patted his stomach with satisfaction. Due to the special nature of his supernatural powers, he had a very large appetite. When he was in the base, he ate the most and had the weakest ability. It was difficult for those people to tolerate him for so long.

"Go out and go for a walk." After drinking a cup of tea, Jia Huan slowly walked out of the yard.

Watch the sky in the corridor, watch the fish by the pond, and watch the birds under the trees. The two of them stopped step by step and walked around in front of a rockery.

"That flowers are blooming well, please pick a few for me." Jia Huan pointed to a cluster of fiery roses swaying in the wind on the mountain.

"Hey, you're waiting." Que'er lifted up her skirt and climbed up, carefully picking up the most beautiful and beautiful flowers.

Jia Huan took it and leaned to the tip of his nose and sniffed it deeply. His narrow peach blossom eyes were half open and half closed, and his crimson diamond lips seemed to be upside down, which seemed extremely intoxicating.

The child, who is less than four feet and five inches, is still very thin. He is wrapped in a smoke-gray brocade gown and a stone-green jade belt that outlines his slender waist. The whirlwind of autumn wind pours into the empty sleeves. The figure of smiling with flowers is really as elegant and beautiful as riding the wind.

Que'er then realized that Master Huan's appearance was actually not inferior to Master Bao'er. However, Master Bao'er was noble and bright, and he completely inherited Aunt Zhao's delicacy. This delicacy was less dignified, and it was also true that Master Huan was used to bowing his back, glanced around his eyes, and his sneaky behavior turned this delicacy into a disgusting vulgarity.

But now it’s different. Since his head was broken, Master Huan San no longer glanced at people sneakily, but stared at you with his scattered, dark and deep pupils. His eyes seemed to be wrapped in something invisible, and a trace of it penetrated into the flesh, the heart and lungs, the bone marrow, and the deepest and most secret privates you have. This gloomy temperament has a kind of magical attraction against the backdrop of the gorgeous appearance, which makes people want to see, but they dare not look at it more.

Thinking of this, Que'er shook and looked at Master Huan San again, a huge drop of sweat flowed down his forehead.

The child was completely gone from his previous elegant and beautiful appearance. He was squinting his eyes slightly. Regardless of the sharp thorns on the flower stems, he pulled a few roses in his palms and crushed them hard. The dark red flower juice poured out from his fingers and flowed into his sleeves along his snow-white wrists, wetting a large piece of fabric. But he seemed to have no idea, spreading his palms and smelling the richer and purer smell after the flowers were destroyed.

"Only the eroded flowers smell intoxicating. Do you think so?" Jia Huan shook off the mud in his palm, wiped it slowly with a veil, and then turned to smile at Que'er. Seeing the beautiful things, he could not suppress the desire to destroy the heart, and he had to restrain himself a little next time.

"Huan, what Master Huan San is saying." Que'er couldn't help but take two steps back, his face turned slightly pale.

Mr. Bao loves flowers and cherishes flowers. He can't bear to trample on the petals when they fall to the ground. He insists that people sweep into the pool and flow with the wind. Miss Lin has a flower tomb to pay tribute to the floating flowers. Even if the people in the Jia family are not as childish as the two of them, they still have to look pity on their faces. Have you ever seen such a flower-destroying maniac?

Master Huan San’s smile on his lips was beautiful and beautiful, but it was full of evil spirits, making people unable to stop guessing whether he treated people like flowers. He was warm and affectionate in the last second, but he was ruthlessly destroyed in the next second.

Que'er has to admit that the current third master Huan is very scary. She doesn't even dare to look at each other, let alone being provocative and stubborn as before.

Aunt Zhao, who rushed over, rescued Que'er, who was in dire straits and fire. "Huan'er, doctor is here, come back with me." As he said that, he pulled the person and left.

The doctor untied the gauze and said a little surprised, "Hey, the wound has healed in just four days?" However, the child's recovery ability was already very strong, so he didn't think much about it and continued to take the pulse.

Jia Huan knew that his superpowers were still very weak and would not arouse doubts, so he did not cover up. In his life, he lacked crystal cores that quickly upgraded his level. His abilities could only be tempered bit by bit, and he was destined to be unparalleled to the point of being destined. However, this is a world that is not very dangerous. It is enough to study unparalleled medical skills to cover up. In his previous life, he studied Western medicine. He tasted all herbs while living alone, and knew the properties of medicine. It is not difficult to switch to traditional Chinese medicine.

After taking the pulse, Aunt Zhao winked at the doctor, and the two walked outside and talked softly.

"How? Is there any treatment?"

"From the pulse, the young master is not seriously injured."

"How can it be fine? Every day when I eat a lot of food, I smiled at the sun after I finish eating. I can see flowers, grass, birds, fish, and all day long. The temper is yin and yang and yang are elusive. How can I be fine?"

"That's why it hurts the soul and makes me stupid. I'm sorry that I'm shallow in medical skills and powerlessness. Please find another clever one."

The doctor bowed and hurriedly left with the medicine box on his back.

Aunt Zhao was crying and was tearless. She broke a handkerchief outside before pushing the door in. When she saw Jia Huan twisting a piece of glutinous rice cake into her mouth, she was so angry that she strode over and patted his back of her hand, scolding, "Eat and eat, you will know how to eat all day! You will not go to school, and you will not go to the old lady, you will not go, what are you going to do? In the future, Baoyu will take over the family business. Do you carry a bowl to the street to beg for food? You are such an incompetent little boy, how can you have a trust in your future!"

The glutinous rice cake in his hand was knocked off, and the dishes that served the cake were broken. Jia Huan let Aunt Zhao beat it before speaking lightly, "I'm hungry."

Aunt Zhao, who was crying, choked and gritted her teeth and wanted to punch him a few more times. When she saw the wound that had not yet grown hair, she felt reluctant to let it go, so she pinched her nose and called, "Get another dish of cake."

Seeing that his son got something to eat, he immediately smiled happily. Aunt Zhao felt aroused and coaxed her, "Huan'er, if you are willing to pay tribute to the old lady, my aunt will stew the secret rock candy elbows of my old Zhao family for you every day, what about?"

Thinking of the last time I ate it, it was crispy, fragrant, moderately sweet, and melted in the mouth, and Jia Huan hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Trade."

"Good boy, let's go now. Just say hello when you go, don't talk much." While the iron was hot, Aunt Zhao quickly grabbed the pastry in her son's hand and pulled him up the room.

Jia Zheng is a pedantic person and obeys ethics. Therefore, although Aunt Zhao is accustomed to pinching the top, she has never left behind the work of serving her mistress by putting curtains, watching tea, cloth dishes, and pounding her legs. If Jia Zheng knows that Jia Huan refuses to even pay the most basic greetings, he will be disgusted. Moreover, the backyard is the old lady, and if she likes the old lady, the mother and son can also get more benefits and conveniences.

When he went to the room, Zhou Rui's family came to Mrs. Wang's ear and whispered, "The doctor just sent him away. He said that Brother Huan had hurt his soul and had no idea. I'm afraid he will be..."

"Oh? Is there a lack of soul? What should I do?" Mrs. Wang frowned, with a worried face, but the corner of her mouth covered with a veil was slightly raised.

"Well, I told the girl and mother below to follow him in the future. He would look at flowers when he likes to watch flowers, and if he likes to eat, he would eat. He would just let him go happily. He would have a miserable life." He sighed lowly, as if he remembered something and added quickly, "Only one, don't let him get close to Baoyu's body. He was confused, who knows what he would do."

"Oh, I'll give orders immediately." Zhou Rui's family nodded, waiting to retreat, someone outside reported, "Auntie Zhao and Master Huan San are here."

"Let them come in quickly." Mrs. Wang raised her eyebrows and shook her handkerchief to greet her.

"I'm so happy to pay my respects to my wife. Thanks to the medicinal materials that my wife gave me..." As soon as I entered the door, Aunt Zhao saluted Jia Huan, and said flatteringly without any repetition, just to cover up her son's abnormality.

Mrs. Wang signaled the two to sit down, smiling and nodding from time to time.

After Jia Huan sat down, he smelled a strong fragrance of osmanthus. He sniffed, his scattered pupils condensed, and he looked at the plate of osmanthus cakes at Mrs. Wang's hand.

When I saw this scene, Aunt Zhao tied a knot in her neat mouth.

Mrs. Wang chuckled, "Brother Huan seems to be hungry, Jin Chuan, send the pastry to Brother Huan."

Jin Chuan, who was standing behind her, agreed and brought the dishes to Jia Huan's hand.

Jia Huan ignored Aunt Zhao's glare and sniffed the osmanthus cake. Her peach blossom eyes narrowed happily. She first licked it with her tongue, smacked the sweet lips, and then swallowed it whole, and her cheeks on both sides were bulging high.

The taste is so beautiful, and the taste is particularly delicate! The things in Mrs. Wang's room are indeed more advanced than Aunt Zhao's! He sighed in his heart and stuffed them into his mouth two or three in a row.

As expected, it seemed like a starving ghost was reincarnated. Mrs. Wang felt very despised, but she smiled more lovingly. She asked him to eat slowly and after eating.

Aunt Zhao stared so hard that her eyes were almost out, and she wished she could slap the pig-like child back. Eat! Eat you to death!

It seemed that the curse had come true, a ball of undesolated pastry was blocking its throat and could not swallow it anyway. Jia Huan stretched his neck, rolled his eyes, and beat his chest... It was a lot of trouble.

"Feed water quickly! Brother Huan was choking!" Mrs. Wang said quickly.

Aunt Zhao didn't care about being angry. While slapped his son's back vigorously, she snatched the teapot from Jin Chuan's hand and poured it into his mouth.

"Cough cough, I'm finally alive!" After swallowing the osmanthus cake, Jia Huan sighed. Before Aunt Zhao put away her shocked expression, she pinched another osmanthus cake to continue eating.

"Jia Huan! You are unwilling to accept it if you don't eat it to death, right?" Aunt Zhao couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed his ear and yelled.

"If I could choose the way to die, I would indeed plan to die in my life." Jia Huan nodded seriously and threw the osmanthus cake into his mouth. People who have never been involved in the end of the world do not know that choking to death by food is actually a great happiness.
Chapter completed!