The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1252 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (40)

Hearing this, Xiao Tao nodded first: "Okay, I happen to be hungry too."

"Let's go to the restaurant to eat." Jing Qingran said.

"Okay." Lian Mo nodded.

Anyway, they are not short of money, even Mo is rich, Jing Qingran is also rich, and Nangong Wubing's family is not poor either.

Needless to say, Jiuye and Xiaotao, they can just eat.

To be honest, if Jiuye wants to be rich, there are many ways to get rich, and Jiuye doesn't have to worry about money.

They left the clinic and went to the restaurant, because Nangong was not ill or injured, and the injury was not healed yet, so they didn't plan to go very far, so they looked for a restaurant nearby.

There is a good restaurant nearby, they walked into this restaurant, went upstairs, went to a private room, five people sat in the private room, the waiter came and ordered food.

Everyone ordered a few dishes they wanted, and then Xiao Er left.

Not long after, Xiao Er brought them a pot of tea, and they drank some tea first.

"Brother Lian Mo..." Nangong Wubing sat beside Lian Mo. He looked pale, his lips were pale, and he didn't have much blood. At this moment, he looked weak and needed someone to protect him. Zhong, "I'll pour you tea."

"Mr. Nangong, you are injured, let me pour tea." Xiao Tao said obligatoryly.

"Xiao Tao, no need, I can pour tea." Nangong Wubing shook his head at Xiao Tao with a smile.

"Young Master Nangong, just listen to me, sit still and I'll pour the tea." Xiao Tao said.

"Xiao Tao...no need..." Nangong Wubing said, his voice was weak.

His body was already weak, and he was injured just the day before yesterday, so his body was still weak.

Nangong Wubing coughed at this moment, he lowered his head, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed as gently as possible.

"No disease..." Lian Mo looked at him with concern in his eyes.

"Brother Lian Mo, I'm fine..." He shook his head, removed the handkerchief, and was about to reach out to pour tea again.

"I'll pour the tea." Xiao Tao said, and she went to get the teapot first.

"Xiao Tao, thank you." Nangong Wubing said to her in a soft voice.

"Mr. Nangong, are you feeling unwell?" Xiaotao asked him concerned, "If you feel very unwell, I will help you go back to rest first."

Xiao Tao is thinking about Nangong's disease-free body.

"No, I'm fine." Nangong Wubing shook his head.

Not long after, Xiao Er brought some dishes and put them on the table.

"Several guest officials take it easy, the next dishes will be served soon." Xiaoer said.

Xiaoer knew that these guests hoped that the dishes they ordered would be served as soon as possible.

They nodded and said nothing.

Xiao Er left the private room, and they started holding chopsticks.

"Mr. Nangong, you need to eat more." Xiao Tao said, "I will serve you some soup. Drink some soup first."

Among the dishes served by Xiao Er was a soup. This soup was a chicken soup. The ingredients in it were very good and nourishing. It was beneficial for Nangong Wubing to drink this soup.

They are certainly beneficial to drink as well.

It is food after all.

Xiao Tao served Nangong Wubing a bowl of chicken soup.

The color of the soup is white, like milk, very fragrant. It combines the aroma of various ingredients in the soup, which is unforgettable.

Jing Qingran also served herself a bowl of soup, as did Jiuye.

Lian Mo also served himself a bowl of soup, and so did Xiao Tao.

(End of this chapter)