The boss who came from the end of the world, she is sick and needs to be cured

Zhao Jing picked up the apples on the ground and put them on the dining table, and then gave the apple with a bite to it to He Yao, "Miss He, don't you think this fruit is not delicious? Why don't you eat it after taking a bite?"

He Yao reluctantly took the apple and took a small bite on the back of the bite mark. She immediately disliked it because it was too sour.

Zhao Jing immediately smiled and said: "Oh, Miss He, this fruit is a bit sour, but it has a taste. Aren't you and Mr. He going to get married soon? Eat more sour food, so you can have a son. As the saying goes, Okay, sour son and hot girl. Don’t you have to prepare your son’s body in advance?”

When He Zheng heard this in the kitchen, he almost crushed the snake and fish head into minced meat.

Tears gathered in He Yao's eyes, and the corners of her mouth drooped, "Sister Zhao is right, you have to prepare in advance..." But in her heart, she scolded Zhao Jing to death. This sour fruit, if not forced by the situation, , they cannot notice that other people have been here, and she will never take a bite in her life. hateful!

Zhao Jing took two more green apples and pushed them towards He Yao, "Then eat more."

He Yao took another bite, without chewing, and looked at He Zheng's back in the kitchen. She felt envious, jealous, and weakly said: "Sister Zhao, I remember that Brother He can't cook. You let him do it." Will..."

Damn woman, that fool has never cooked for her! What tricks did this woman named Zhao use to make that fool cook obediently?

Zhao Jing looked back and saw He Zheng, who was about 1.9 meters tall and tied with an apron, standing in front of the high work table specially prepared for him to cook. He had a familiar feeling of a family cook.

"If you don't know how to do it, you should learn."

The corners of Zhao Jing's mouth were slightly raised, her face was soft, and her eyes were smiling, as if she was looking at her own man.

This expression was seen by He Yao. She was so angry that her liver ached and her heart ached. Her knuckles turned white when she pinched her fingers. She showed an extremely weak and forced smile, "Sister Zhao, can you pour me a glass of water?"

Water, easy.

He Yao took a sip and immediately choked and vomited. There was already a trace of murderous intent in her eyes. The knuckles holding the cup turned white. The cup made a squeaking sound when she squeezed it, but the cup did not shatter as she expected. This made her even more angry. She gritted her teeth and said with a smile, "Sister Zhao, why does this water smell fishy?"

"Well, there are fish in the river, so of course it smells fishy."

There was a ferocious look in the corner of He Yao's eyes for a moment, and then she said weakly and meekly: "Can you please help Sister Zhao to boil the water? There should be no fishy smell after boiling."

Zhao Jing went to the kitchen, picked up the pot, filled the stove with leaves, and called He Zheng very naturally: "Come and light the fire."

He Zheng washed his hands, dried them, stretched out a finger to draw a fire symbol in the air, and with a bang, it caught fire.

He Yao looked at the old couple's way of getting along, and was so angry that the jealousy and ferocity in her eyes almost overflowed. Her chest heaved violently, she covered her painful liver, and coughed twice weakly, trying to arouse He Zheng's attention.

She had been working hard on He Zheng and the treasure he held for two years. She originally thought that by convincing him to take her to escape, she would be close to success.

When they became husband and wife, He Zheng would take out that treasure and take a look at it no matter what. When the time came, she would find a way to kill He Zheng, and then she would be free, and the task would be completed.

Unexpectedly, the person she had been working hard for for two years would be so close to a woman she didn't know when she met him!

If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, you would never believe it was true!

It was unbearable that the task she had worked so hard for for two years was ruined right under her nose! She must find a way to regain her position and get such a treasure!

Zhao Jing put the lid on the pot and said to He Zheng: "Look at the pot and call me when the water boils."

He Zheng hummed and turned a deaf ear to He Yao's cough.

He Yao coughed twice more, deliberately increasing the volume.

Zhao Jing came over and said, "Miss He, are you feeling unwell? You can eat this fruit to moisten your throat, and you can also recuperate your body to prepare for the birth of a son. You..."

He Yao gritted her teeth and smiled, picking up the unfinished fruit and taking another small bite. In my heart, I wanted to cut Zhao Jing into pieces with a thousand knives.

She secretly thought that this woman named Zhao was definitely not the one to save her. Doctors care about parents. She was so seriously injured. How could there be a doctor who didn't care about her injuries at all and went out of his way to make her angry? ! Doesn't this mean she has a long life? !

Is this idiot He deaf or really stupid? She was recovering from a serious injury, but he actually "played fish" regardless of it. They were only a few meters away, and he wasn't really stupid. There was no way he couldn't hear what was happening on her side!

Idiot He must have been caught by this woman named Zhao! Otherwise, it is impossible to ignore her and not care about her!

He Yao took another bite of the fruit, and her mouth was sore and her eyes turned sideways, but she didn't dare to spit it out, fearing that He Zheng would see it and think she didn't want to give him a son, so he would have to swallow it alive.

"Sister Zhao, why don't you eat? Don't you want to have a son?"

Zhao Jing smiled and said: "I would like to eat it, but I don't know if this fruit was caused by the earthquake just now. It fell to the ground and was injured. Look, it doesn't taste good."

He Yao suddenly became nervous and glanced in the direction of the kitchen, hoping that idiot He Zheng didn't understand. He quickly lowered his head to hide the nervousness in his eyes.

Zhao Jing took several fruits on the table to the kitchen and gave them to He Zheng, "Wash them clean, put them in the fish soup, and cook them together."

He Zheng hummed and spread the prepared mushroom paste evenly on the grilled fish. Unfortunately, without salt, the taste is always bland.

Zhao Jing returned to the dining table and looked at He Yao up and down, "Miss He, your face is rosy, you must have recovered from your injury, right?"

He Yao covered her face nervously, "Aha, is that so? That may be because I have a good physical condition. I usually train to walk and..."

He Yao's heart tightened, and she almost fell into a trap. This woman named Zhao is not so easy to deal with! He immediately coughed and took the arrow from the shelf next to the door platform, "Sister Zhao, was this taken from me?"

Zhao Jing nodded, "You are also lucky. If you met Mr. He and me, otherwise you would have been buried in the ground. The wound caused by this arrow will lose too much blood and will be difficult to heal."

He Yao pursed her lips and glanced tenderly at He Zheng, who was standing in the kitchen with his back to them. "The situation was too urgent at the time. I watched the arrow shoot towards Brother He, and without even thinking about it..."

It's okay that He Yao didn't mention this matter. When he mentioned the matter of blocking the arrow, He Zheng recalled the scene at that time.

At that time, he and He Yao were both on horseback.

He Yao was a weak woman with no training. How could she jump from her own horse to his, and block his arrow just in time? She was also shot in the heart, and the arrow still missed the heart!