After grinding the powder, the whole person is not good.

  Don’t look at the lack of technical content in this job, who made him do something very demanding, Ma Yantao.

   again, no way.

  If there is impurities, rework again!

  Twice, no way.

  The thickness of the powder is different, and it must be ground to the same fineness!

  Continue to rework!

  Lian Feng:......

  You can just kill me!

  Wait until Yan Tao nodded, Lian Feng was as if he had been fished out of the water, sweating profusely.

   "Shen Yan, what do you want these powders for?"

  Lian Feng sat on the pony zha, watching Yan Tao pour the water into the powder, and then pour half of it into the pool.

  Almost distressed him to death!

  He worked so hard to polish it bit by bit!

   Yan Tao pours the flour into the medicated powder, as if making a work of art, kneading the medicated dough into a ball.

   exudes a very strong taste of Chinese medicine.

   "Make pills."

  She stretched out her hand to open the seasoning jar, and put a spoonful in it.

  Lian Feng's jaw almost fell to the ground, and he said dumbfounded, "I need to add sugar to make pills?"

  Master Yan scooped out the pills one by one with a small spoon, and put them directly on the pot to steam, "It's ready in half an hour."

  Lian Feng said: God Yan, if you do this medicine, you will kill people!

  He held his breath and asked tremblingly, "Is this for the Lord?"

  Master Yan nodded of course, drew a clean towel and wiped his palms slowly and methodically, and said, "Suppress the cold in his body."

  Lian Feng: "Shen Yan, can I ask, have you studied Chinese medicine?"

  Yan Tao Junmei's peach blossom eyes filled with surprise, "What is Chinese medicine?"

  Lian Feng...

  While watching Huo Hou, the young man looked at Huo'er coldly, his gaze fell on Lian Feng’s face, and asked slowly, "Do you have any comments?"

The boy's eyes were smiling, but his light words and eyes looked like Mount Tai, pressing heavily on the top of Lian Feng's head. He was so frightened that he shook his head hurriedly: "Where can it be, what Yanshen made is absolutely effective. At most one hundred, I really envy Lord Qin~"

   "It's pretty much the same." Yan Tao turned his head in satisfaction, picked up the lid and poked the meatball-like pill with chopsticks, carefully watching.

  Lian Feng secretly glanced at Lord Qin, who was dealing with affairs in the living room, and shouted in his heart: Lord, I can’t help you!

  I really sympathize with you too much.

  Master Yan’s style of painting this pill is strangely scary...

"All right!"

   Putting the pills in the box, Yan Tao handed them to Lian Feng at any time, “One week per week, when there are frequent cold attacks, it can be reduced to one pill every three days.”

  The heavy box was hugged in his arms, Lian Feng stiffened, Yan Tao glanced at him, "It's not an explosive box, relax."

  Lian Feng: I think it’s scarier than the explosive box.

  Explosives can still be avoided, this...can't escape!

  In the living room, Qin Zong sent the mail out indifferently, closed the computer, pressed his big, knuckled palm on the cover of the computer, and placed a few pensively on the table.

  Wearyly pinched his eyebrows with his fingers, then went to the bedroom to change the clothes for going out.

When the door was opened, there was a beautiful young man beside the door, smiling at him, Qin Zong's cold eyes faded a bit, and then he rubbed the soft top of the young boy's head, "Don't talk to strangers casually and be trafficked. I won’t save you. Also, minors are not allowed to fall in love or fight, study hard!"

  These words...how do they resemble farewell.

   Yan Tao raised his eyebrows: "Where are you going?"