Chapter 813: Chapter 892: You’ve Beco Gentle!
Fang Yi was tied with an apron, holding a spoon by the stove.
The gas on the stove was burning with flas, and a clay pot was placed on top. Steam constantly erged from around the lid, accompanied by a rich dicinal aroma.
Standing by the stove, Fang Yi inhaled the dicinal scent, calculating when the herbal dicine inside would be ready.
Apart from that, Fang Yi was also pondering so issues. Occasionally, he would turn to look at the freezers filled with various barbecued foods, all already skewered.
Fang Yi only glanced at them before turning away, knowing those things couldn’t be used after he personally saw Zhou Qi get into that taxi.
That’s why Fang Yi sent Ying Zheng and Rong Quan away from the barbecue shop to handle so errands, specifically to purchase ingredients and condints.
Although it was almost evening, money can make the impossible possible. With their capabilities, accomplishing this task was not difficult at all.
Fang Yi put down the spoon in his hand, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and lit it. Then he turned around and leaned against the stove, suddenly startled.
“Why are you here?” Fang Yi asked, the cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, extrely surprised.
“Didn’t you invite ? What, mory failing you, and you’ve already forgotten?” Ning Nan crossed her arms over her ample chest, walked over gracefully.
Just like in the Dragon Team, Ning Nan scrutinized the kitchen with a critical eye, finally setting her gaze on Fang Yi with the cigarette.
Soon, Ning Nan’s gaze settled on the apron wrapped around Fang Yi, and she couldn’t help but smile.
“You can look, but don’t laugh. If you laugh again, I’ll be angry!” Fang Yi said.
“Looking won’t take off a piece of your flesh.” Ning Nan quickly stowed away her smile, adopting a serious expression. Her gaze fell on the clay pot on the stove behind Fang Yi, “Where’d you get this? It looks like it’s quite old.”
Fang Yi said flatly, “Picked it up.”
Ning Nan remained silent. If she hadn’t heard the backstory from Zhao Xueying, she might have believed him.
Previously, after Fang Yi got the dicinal materials from Zhou Xuewen, he actually made another trip to Panjiayuan, spending a few hundred yuan there to procure this clay pot. It’s not an antique, but it’s more than adequate for boiling dicine.
Buying dicine and scouring for a dedicated clay pot to boil it, Ning Nan silently calculated the ti spent, guessing it was at least an hour or two.
“If you say you picked it up, then you picked it up. When will it be ready?” Ning Nan asked.
Hmm?
Why isn’t this woman arguing with ?
Fang Yi suddenly noticed a slight change in the attitude of this ice-cold woman standing before him.
But Fang Yi didn’t take it too seriously, saying, “It’ll be ready in half an hour. Extend your hand, and I’ll take your pulse.”
Ning Nan didn’t say anything, imdiately extending her delicate arm.
“Eh?”
This ti, Fang Yi was truly surprised.
The mont you ask this woman to extend her hand, she does. Did she take the wrong dicine sowhere?
So instead of taking her pulse, Fang Yi reached out and put his hand on her forehead.
“What are you doing!” Ning Nan was startled by Fang Yi’s action, “Is this how you take a pulse?”
Fang Yi shook his head, righteously saying, “No, I just wanted to see if you have a fever… No fever, huh, how strange, could it be you’ve run into a ghost?”
“What nonsense are you talking about? You’re the one who ran into a ghost!” Ning Nan said.
“If you haven’t run into a ghost, why does it seem like you’ve beco a different person?” Fang Yi said.
“How have I changed?”
“You’ve beco gentle.”
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