Rong Shu also stopped holding the spoon in her hand and turned to look at the man.
The man pursed his thin lips again and again, and finally said in a deep voice, "No."
"If it's not the case, then you just watch and don't drink?" The old lady suddenly became very unhappy.
A few black lines slid down Fu Jingting's forehead, "Grandma, do you think this soup is drinkable?"
He pointed to the bowl in front of him.
The old lady said disapprovingly, "This soup is specially made for you. Do you think you can drink it?"
Fu Jingting took a breath and said, "Since it was specially cooked for me, why is my soup different from Xiao Zizi's?"
"Yes, grandma." Rong Shu also nodded and said, "Mine looks like chicken soup, but I can't tell what his is. It always feels weird. Why don't you give us both the same soup?"
This kind of smell, you don't need to taste it to know that it must be very unpleasant.
And the color looks very weird.
I really don’t know why grandma made such a weird soup for Fu Jingting. Does this soup really seem to be able to nourish the body?
Rong Shu expressed deep doubts.
Fu Jingting felt moved when he saw Rong Shu speaking for him.
She is truly worthy of being my wife.
I am thinking of myself all the time.
Not like grandma…
Fu Jingting looked at the soup in the bowl and felt his scalp numb.
He deeply suspected that his grandmother did not want to replenish his health, but wanted to poison him.
Seeing the suspicion and confusion about her in the eyes of the two young people, the old lady sighed, "What are you two thinking? The reason why I don't give you the same soup is because the soup has different nourishing effects.
Shushu is a woman, and women are Yin. It is best to drink more chicken soup, especially when the body is depleted of energy and blood. It is best to drink some chicken soup after being tired. You are a grown man, what kind of chicken soup should you drink?"
Speaking of this, the old lady gave Fu Jingting a blank look.
Fu Jingting pursed his thin lips and said, "It doesn't matter if it's chicken soup or not. I just want to know, what kind of soup is this? Isn't it the pot water after making chicken soup?"
"Poof!" Rong Shu spit out a mouthful of chicken soup, and then coughed violently, which made her face turn red and her eyes filled with tears, which made people feel distressed.
"Ouch, what's going on?" The old lady was so anxious that she even stopped drinking tea and got up to check on Rong Shu.
But Feng's mother was even more worried about her. The moment she stood up, she pushed her back and said, "Old madam, don't get excited. Just sit down and I'll go take a look."
After saying that, he walked towards Rong Shu.
Next to him, Fu Jingting was naturally very nervous about Rong Shu. The moment Rong Shu coughed, he stood up immediately, half-hugged her into his arms, patted her back gently, and helped her relieve herself and breathe.
After a while, Rong Shu finally calmed down with the help of the man and felt much more comfortable.
But at this time, Feng's mother still brought something over and said, "Miss Rong, here, eat this."
"What is this?" Rong Shu came out of the man's arms, sat up straight and looked at Rong Shu.
Because I coughed too hard just now, my voice is a little hoarse now, which sounds really pitiful.
Feng's mother looked at her distressedly and replied: "This is medicine. It is very effective for sudden coughs. Miss Rong, you had such a severe cough just now. Your lungs must be very uncomfortable. You will be fine soon after taking this."
Hearing what Feng Ma said, Rong Shu immediately smiled, "Thank you so much, Feng Ma, I just need this."
"Then eat quickly." Feng's mother said with a smile.
Rong Shu hummed, took the medicine from Feng's mother, raised her head and put it into her mouth.
Fu Jingting handed over the water glass very carefully.
Rong Shu gave him an angry look, then took the glass of water from him and swallowed the medicine with the water.
Fu Jingting touched the bridge of his nose and looked away guiltily.
He also knew why she choked suddenly.
Therefore, he must have a guilty conscience.
Naturally, the old lady also saw Fu Jingting's guilty look, and snorted disdainfully, "You deserve it. Who told you to wash the pot of water without being polite in your words? You can think of it. Look, Shu Shu choked."
Rong Shu nodded repeatedly, "That's right, how did you come up with it?"
Wash the pot of water. God knows how shocked she was when she heard it.
Originally, she had never thought about Wang in this regard, but when he said this, she now felt that his bowl of tonic soup was just like a pot of water.
Rong Shu held her forehead, unable to laugh or cry.
Next to her, Fu Jingting looked at her and then at her grandmother, "See for yourself if this looks like it!"
"It doesn't look the same." The old lady lowered her face in displeasure, "I specially asked Xiao Feng to go to the kitchen to prepare this, and even wash the pot with water. Do you think the ingredients for your bowl of soup are simple?"
"Oh?" Fu Jingting raised his eyebrows, "Grandma, please tell me what the soup is made of and why it smells weird."
"Well, of course..."
Before Feng Ma finished speaking, her pants were gently pulled by the old lady under the table, interrupting her.
Feng Ma immediately realized something, rolled her eyes, and said with a smile: "It's just a simple nourishing ingredient, but with a little bit of offal in it. Offal has high calories, so it's good for men."
"Xiao Feng is right, okay, drink quickly, why are you talking so much?" the old lady urged, frowning impatiently.
There is a strong tendency that if you don’t drink it, I will drink it directly for you.
Rong Shu looked at Fu Jingting and pulled his sleeve, "Why don't you just drink it? Although it smells a bit strange, I guess it won't taste much better, but it's definitely not the real thing."
Shui, after all, you are grandma’s grandson, and grandma can’t punish you.”
"Miss Rong is right, young master, drink it quickly, it is really good for you." Feng's mother also nodded to persuade.
The old lady didn't say anything, just looked at Fu Jingting intently.
Under the gaze of three people and six eyes, Fu Jingting finally compromised, frowned and picked up the bowl in front of him, took a slight breath, then closed his eyes and took a sip.
That’s all, no matter what, it’s still my grandmother’s wish.
So no matter what the soup was made of, he had to take a sip.
When Fu Jingting was drinking soup, everyone present stared at him closely.
While the old lady and Feng Ma were happy, Rong Shu was worried.
To be honest, she was really worried that Fu Jingting would have problems if he drank this unknown liquid.
I hope she's overthinking it.
Fu Jingting clenched the spoon in his hand and thought uneasily.
Just as he finished thinking, he heard the man suddenly spit out the soup.
This move shocked Rong Shu.
"What's wrong?" Rong Shu quickly checked the man's condition.
The man was leaning sideways, holding his throat with one hand and supporting the table with the other. He was vomiting non-stop. His face was red and he looked very uncomfortable.
Rong Shu could even see the fingers of his hand holding the table tightening hard, and the veins on the back of his hand were protruding.
You can see his suffering at this moment.
Not only Rong Shu, but also the old lady and Feng Ma were frightened by Fu Jingting's reaction.
"Master, are you okay?" Feng's mother also walked over and asked.
Although the old lady did not speak, her eyes were full of worry.
After all, he is his eldest grandson, how could he not be worried.
Fu Jingting was extremely uncomfortable at the moment and could not answer the three people's questions.
Seeing how uncomfortable he was, Rong Shu felt a little distressed and started to stand up and pat him on the back, just like he had just patted her.
When the old lady and Feng Ma saw this, they couldn't help but look at each other.
"Old madam, did we do something wrong?" Feng's mother asked sadly.