President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Song Runian was extremely surprised, "It's Diaoli soup, which is helpful for colds."

This is the old medicinal food of Xizhou.

Hollow out the middle of Qiubai pear, put white fungus, red dates and rock sugar, add local mountain spring water or mineral water, bake in the oven for half an hour, and steam for another 10 minutes.

The hanging pear soup made in this way is especially good for the throat.

But after listening to Song Runian's description, the servant shook his head blankly, "Young Master Bo didn't ask me to do it."

No, to be precise, she didn't know about Bo Shao's cold at all.

Song Runian: "..."

She could tell that Bo Sibai had no intention of asking his servant to make Diao Li Tang.

Is this man planning to resist?

Thinking that if it wasn't for her, Bao Sibai wouldn't catch a cold, Song Runian blamed himself.

After thinking about it, she went to the kitchen and made the hanging pear soup herself.

When it was finished, I looked at the time again, and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and the company would start work at two o'clock.

"I'm going to be late, please bring this to Bao Sibai, I'm leaving first." Song Runian also packed a copy for himself, intending to take it to the company to drink.

Carrying the thermos, Song Runian went to the company.

When checking in on the first floor, Song Runian happened to meet a few colleagues.

"Annie, what are you pretending to be?" a colleague asked curiously.

Song Runian is not a stingy person, so he showed it generously, "Diaoli soup, I made it myself, it is very good for the throat."

"Wow, you are so considerate, this is specially for Sihan, right?" the colleague winked.

Song Runian let out an ah, wanting to explain.

But a colleague next to him took up the conversation directly, "It must be, after all, Si Han helped Annie block so much wine last night, his throat was almost burnt out."

what?

Did Si Han protect himself from drinking last night?

Song Runian carefully recalled what happened last night.

Last night she kept refusing to drink, and at first her colleagues were still pestering her, but after Si Han came over and said something, they gave up and went to drink with Si Han instead.

She thought it was the female colleagues who were staring at Si Han.

Unexpectedly, it is so.

Thinking of Si Han taking the initiative to ask for leave for himself today, Song Runian felt even more sorry.

"I'll go out first." Song Runian finished punching the card, and ran out with the thermos.

About half an hour later, Song Runian came back.

She went directly to Si Han's office.

"Si Han, thank you so much. I heard from my colleague that you helped me hold back the wine last night and almost burned my throat. Here is this for you." Song Runian handed Si Han the thermos.

There is also a beautiful cartoon pattern on the thermos, which is very warm.

Si Han's eyes were extremely gentle, and he opened it to take a look, but was a little surprised, "This is not hanging pear soup."

In front of Si Han was a serving of olive and honey water.

Song Runian nodded, "Yes, I bought it for you outside. Olive honey water is better for you, remember to drink it while it's hot."

As for the hanging pear soup she made, Song Runian decided to keep it for herself.

It's not that she is stingy, but that she doesn't want to be misunderstood.

Si Han helped her block the wine last night, she was very grateful.

But if he personally made a piece of hanging pear soup and gave it to Si Han, the taste would change if word spread.

"Annie," Si Han's eyes couldn't help being a little hurt, and he looked at Song Runian resentfully, "Do you really want to draw a line with me?"