The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 200 The Mortal in the Immortal’s Tribulation (6)

"Have you eaten?" Su Xiangran thought of another question.

At the mention of food, Luo Ming's stomach reflexively growled.

Oh! Love is really enough! With Jun Chao Xianzun, he no longer cares about his own body, nor his brothers and sisters.

What a great love!

"Wait." Su Xiangran went back to the medicine room on the left wing and took out a paper bag, then handed it to Luo Ming. "Take it back! Do you know how to boil the medicine?"

Luo Ming wanted to kneel down to Su Xiangran out of gratitude, but was stopped by her.

"Hey, don't kneel. Your kowtow is not enough to pay for the medicine." Su Xiangran said mercilessly, "Starting tomorrow, you will come to my medicine house to do odd jobs. Your sister was supposed to come, but she probably can't come now.

It's your turn! She originally had to work for five days, but now with the money for the medicine, you have to work three more days."

Su Xiangran threw another paper bag in her hand to Luo Ming: "Take it and eat the buns inside, otherwise you won't be able to work tomorrow."

Luo Ming was a ten-year-old boy who had been hungry for the whole day. He had also run a long way to get medicine for his sister. He was already hungry, so he took the bun and started to eat it.

After eating half a bun, he remembered the two people at home, so he stopped, wrapped it in paper, and wanted to take it back to his family.

"You'd better eat it now!" Su Xiangran looked at him and sighed in her heart. He was a kind person, but it was a pity that he had a love-brained sister.

Luo Ming looked at Su Xiangran in silence, opened his mouth to say something, but in the end did not speak.

Su Xiangran felt that she should still remind him, after all, he was the only person who had shown kindness to the original owner in the previous life: "Take this half-eaten bun back now, it will most likely not end up in the mouths of your sisters.

It is very likely that your sister wants to give it to that young master, but I see that the young master is wearing very luxurious clothes, I am afraid that this half bun will not be pleasing to him, and it will most likely be rejected and thrown away. We cannot waste food."

After hearing this, Luo Ming bowed solemnly to Su Xiangran, then turned and left.

"You have a sharp tongue but a soft heart, but I'm just afraid that he won't appreciate it." Sima Ming Xingjun no longer hid in the corner, he came out and said to Su Xiangran, of course his hands were still blocking in front of him.

Su Xiangran suddenly smiled at him, her eyes sparkling. When she walked past him, she touched his cheek teasingly: "Xiao Jin! You are right."

Siming Xingjun couldn't believe that he was teased again, and it was a touch on the face. He was so angry that he jumped up and down: "Who is Xiao Jin, I am Siming Xingjun."

"Forget it! You don't look like a god at all." Su Xiangran teased without any hesitation, "Xiao Jin, do you want some snacks?"

Siming Xingjun flicked his sleeves and was about to leave, but he heard Su Xiangran say from behind: "Xiao Jin! Come back early if you have nothing to do. There are a lot of lecherous women out there. Not every

Every woman is like me, just teasing you lightly."

Sima Xingjun, oh, no, it’s Xiao Jin now, after hearing this, he staggered, but still did not look back, and disappeared in Su Xiangran’s yard in a flash.

Luo Ming held the medicine bag in his hand and put the paper package of the buns into his arms. He was feeling nervous all the way, so he walked faster.

"Brother, you're back!" Luo Qi heard footsteps outside the door and hurried out to open the door for her brother.

Luo Ming nodded and handed the medicine bag in his hand to his sister. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw food cooking in the earthenware pot. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Doctor Su had guessed wrong. No matter what, his sister would not let them starve.

"Brother, you can't touch this pot." Sister Luo Qi came in and saw brother Luo Ming looking at the pottery pot, "This is the last bit of food. It's the porridge that sister cooked for the injured young master."

Luo Ming stopped reaching into his arms to grab the buns and asked persistently, "Xiao Qi, have you eaten the porridge in this pot?"

"No." Luo Qi looked at the pottery pot and swallowed, "Sister said that the young master is injured and needs to be fed first. We can wait a little longer."

What are you waiting for? Waiting for the northwest wind?

It's early spring now, but there's no wind even if I want to drink it.

Luo Ming touched his sister's hair and asked with a determined heart, "Xiao Qi, are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry." Luo Qi pressed his stomach.

Luo Ming handed over the half-eaten bun in his arms. Seeing that his sister wanted to call her sister Luo Qing, he quickly covered her mouth and said, "Xiao Qi, this is the bun I left over. The young master is a nobleman, he won't eat it.

Sister, I have already made porridge for him, let him drink it later!"

"But what about my sister?" Luo Qi was still a little worried about her sister.

Luo Ming's eyes darkened, and he said, "That's a pot of porridge, one person can't finish it, so let's not worry about my sister. Starting tomorrow, I will go to Doctor Su's place to do odd jobs, and I will bring you food back.

But Xiaoqi, those are the food rations I saved myself, you can’t tell Big Sister, otherwise she will give all that to that young master.”

"But?" Luo Qi wanted to say something.

But he was interrupted by Luo Ming's cold voice: "Either tell it or starve, your choice."

"I won't tell you, I won't tell you." Luo Qi promised while covering his mouth.