When he woke up in the morning, Ku Ding's head was a little dizzy and felt a little heavy. He shook his body to the front hall. Unexpectedly, Qiao Rourou, Meng Po, and Ning Meng had already gotten up. The three of them were having breakfast, and they seemed to be talking and laughing.

The cook frowned slightly. Seeing Qiao Rourou woke up in the morning, she obviously didn't worry about what happened last night, which made the cook Ding a little disappointed. This girl... was escaping unconsciously. She was afraid that everything was true, and she was afraid that everything was fake. She had no choice, so she might as well act as if nothing had happened.

——What a silly girl.

"Sir, what's wrong with you...?"

Ning Meng was facing the door and was shocked by his appearance when she saw the Ku Ding.

At this time, Ku Ding's face was very bad, his lips were black, and his nose was red.

Meng Po was surprised, turned her head and looked at it, and she became panicked.

"You...what's wrong with you."

"The head is a little hot and dizzy."

The cook Ding leaned against the door frame, feeling weak. He had never encountered this situation before and had no idea how to deal with it.

When Ning Meng and Meng Po seemed to be extremely surprised, Qiao Rourou quickly walked over and held Ku Ding. Although her face was flushed, she was no longer as shy as before. Fortunately, she still changed a little.

With Qiao Rourou's support, Ku Ding walked over a few steps, then sat on the stool and half lying on the table. This feeling of weakness in all limbs really made him feel uncomfortable.

"Master, you have a fever!"

After reaching out and touching Ku Ding's forehead, Qiao Rourou was a little uncertain, but just guessed.

“Fever?” *2

Ning Meng and Meng Po almost spoke in unison, as if they had encountered something huge.

"Impossible, how could I have a fever? I probably didn't sleep well last night. Ning Meng, go and serve me a bowl of porridge. I'll have breakfast first. I'm hungry."

The cook also spoke with a strong nasal sound, but the voice still had an absolute commanding tone. Ning Meng hesitated for a moment and went to serve a bowl of porridge.

Qiao Rourou was very worried and pulled Ku Ding's clothes: "Master, why not go to the hospital for a look, or give some medicine, you can't resist the fever."

"Everyone said no." After taking a sip of hot porridge, Ku Ding sucked his nose. It felt bad, but he insisted that he was not sick. "Jia Qiao, how did you do last night? Are you sleeping well?"

The topic was changed by the chef Ding, and Qiao Rourou blinked.

"Also... it's okay, I feel like I've been dreaming for a long time, and I dreamed that Master, you smashed a person's head with a blow, haha..."

Meng Po and Ning Meng looked at each other next to each other, and the master and apprentice were not normal!

"Maybe it's not a dream." Butcher Ding took a bite of the fried dough sticks and mumbled. Even with pickles, there was no smell in his mouth. Anyway, he felt nothing was right when he woke up in the morning.

"Master...If you don't go to the hospital, you can find a clinic to prepare some medicine."

Qiao Rourou looked at Ku Ding's soft look and still wanted Ku Ding to take a look.

But when the chef drank the porridge, he pretended that he didn't hear it, and still talked to himself.

"Ah, girl, I made you a delicious snack last night. Where can I put it? Ning Meng, Ning Meng, go and bring the things."

Ning Meng, who was next to her, looked strange. He leaned into Meng Po's ear and whispered: "Sister, Mr. Husband was weird last night, and it's even more strange now. He won't be really... sick."

After saying this, he did not dare to stop. The can of snacks were taken away by the chef Ding himself last night. Ning Meng thought that she should be in the chef Ding's room and hurriedly ran to get them. The chef Ding's abnormality made him dare not hesitate, for fear that the chef Ding would be grabbed by the chef Ding's tail.

Taking advantage of Ning Meng's trip to get things, Qiao Rourou was curious, and Meng Po frowned but didn't think of the reason. Seeing that the chef Ding probably had to eat for a while, she turned on the TV, and the morning news was playing on the TV.

=======……A fire broke out at a biomedical research institute in Xiajiang City yesterday. Although there were no casualties, the fire caused more than tens of millions of economic losses. The specific reasons are still under further investigation...

The Ku Ding smiled a little on his lips, although his nose began to be breathable, but his mood improved a lot in an instant. Qiao Rourou was confused, but Meng Po next to him was thinking.

Over there, Ning Meng was going quickly and coming quickly. When she came back, she was holding the can of snacks made by Ku Ding last night.

"Miss, this was made by the gentleman for you last night. It should be... delicious."

Qiao Rourou took the exquisite glass jar and saw some transparent sticky substances with a little golden yellow. She didn't expect what was inside for a moment, but seeing the soft look of Ku Ding, thinking that he stayed up late last night to make snacks for him, she felt warm in her heart.

"Master, this...that...me..."

"Don't let me go, you're yours, try it first, it may not be as good as your taste."

After a bowl of hot porridge, Ku Ding felt a little hot sweat on his forehead. His body became much more comfortable after softening. He also realized that his body was ill, but he didn't care. He just thought it was a new thing, and it seemed that it would be nothing to experience it occasionally.

Qiao Rourou unscrewed the lid and a faint sweet smell floated out. As a girl, most of them like to eat some sweets and said that she would not eat it, but she probably didn't encounter what she wanted to eat. She dug it with a spoon, and the sticky feeling made Qiao Rourou instantly know what was in the jar.

"Maltose, Master, it's maltose!"

After digging up a spoon, Qiao Rourou turned the spoon and wrapped the "malt sugar" that had been pulled into silk on the spoon, and then put it in her mouth. Although the sweetness was a little lighter, it was very fragrant, with a taste of childhood. Feeling the malt sugar melting little by little in her mouth, Qiao Rourou's belly seemed warm for some reason. A hot stream flowed from her stomach to her whole body, making her moan unconsciously comfortable.

Looking at Qiao Rourou's happy appearance, Ku Ding seemed to be very satisfied.

"How about it, the maltose made by Master, this thing is made with some medicine to regulate the body. It can not only be eaten as a snack, but also strengthen the body, stabilize the mood, and even reduce the pain of my aunt."

Ku Ding can definitely be a big fool for selling medicines, and he can tell you if he is afraid of curing all diseases.

Qiao Rourou was so happy after taking a bite that she was satisfied. However, she suddenly came to her senses and said, "No, no, Master, I can't resist the cold and fever. Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, I won't go to the hospital. Today I have serious things to do. You sit down and the master has something to say to you."

After breakfast, the cook Ding, who felt that he had replied a lot, firmly refused to go to the hospital. He asked Qiao Rourou to sit next to her and asked her seriously: "Girl, do you think, from your perspective, what exactly happened to you these days?"
Chapter completed!