Rebirth to 90s: The Heroine of the Salted Fish Quit Her Job

Liu Liang touched the tree pole, "After so many years, you are still alive, witnessing the life and death of generation after generation, and witnessing the changing of all the years here..."

"You must have seen a lot of fun things, and of course there are some not fun things."

She was talking to herself, but she didn't know what to say anyway, and the leaves were swirling, and her own leaves were also gently swaying.

It seems to be dancing, and it seems to be remembering.

It was rustling, and a few leaves fell slightly.

Liu Liang picked up a leaf, played with it in her hand, and then ran back happily.

"Let's go to dinner."

When she went back, she saw Zeng Xubai sitting at the table waiting for her. Also, how could this smell be so familiar?

"smell good!"

She ran over and saw that on the table, it was not the fish from that fish farm.

This takeaway is so fast.

Liu Liang picked up the chopsticks and took a rude bite, but it was still hot. What method was used to deliver it, and how did it look like it was freshly made?

"It's new."

Zeng Xubai also took a bite of fish.

"Uncle Wu brought the cook from the fish farm."

Liu Liang "..."

Sure enough, she is still too young. For the rich and powerful, nothing is impossible. From a family like the Huo family, who doesn't give a bit of face, but is just a cook who cooks the whole fish. Zhuang can just move in.

But that's fine, she can finally eat fish every day.

The taste of the fish is still exactly the same as before. Sure enough, eating takeaway or something is really not as good as going to the store.

This kind of heat, or the taste of burning the mouth, is the best.

On the other side, Mr. Huo opened his eyes, and there was a flash of light in his eyes. He hadn't had such a spirit for a long time. The feeling that his head was swollen when he woke up in the morning didn't come out.

Even, he didn't have the kind of powerlessness that was about to die, and he was also waiting to die.

It seems that he can live again, even for many years.

"Master, you are awake."

Lao Wu walked in, and when he saw Lao Huo woke up, he ran in quickly, and when he saw Huo Lao's eyes relaxed and relaxed, his heart that had been tensed, instantly calmed down.

The master seems to be much better than yesterday, and even the grayness on his face has gone down a lot, and it is a semi-normal blood color instead.

"Master, drink the medicine first."

Elder Wu came to Elder Huo with a cup in both hands.

And the medicine he said was a glass of water.

Huo Lao took the cup and drank the water in the cup in one breath, but he still sat and didn't move.

Then the next two ages added up, both are old men over a hundred years old, and they began to flirt with each other, no, they looked at each other, and then they stared at each other with big eyes.

"Old Wu..."

Huo Lao sighed.

"En," Old Wu listened.

"What about the medicine?"

Huo Lao also sighed, not only is he old, but even Lao Wu is old.

"Medicine?" Old Wu looked at the empty cup on the side.

"Didn't you drink the medicine?"

"When did I drink it?"

Although Mr. Huo was ill, his brain was bright and his memory was not bad. He could not know if he drank or not.

"Just now."

"Think about it again," Huo Lao asked Lao Wu to recall again.

"Just now."

Old Wu still said the same thing.

There is no bowl, where is the medicine?

Huo Lao shook his head.

Old Wu stretched out his hand and pointed at the cup, "This is the medicine."

Huo Lao "..."

This is the most special medicine he drinks. It's like a glass of water. It's not bitter or tasteless. No, this is a glass of water.

But how can you blame Lao Wu for this? If you want to blame it, you should blame Liu Liang. Who asked Liu Liang to give him the medicine, so different, there is still some medicine in the bottle, but as soon as it melts into the water, it starts Colorless and tasteless, no, there is still some taste.

The water will become sweeter.

That's why Mr. Huo didn't believe it, what he just drank was medicine.

It is said that the good is bitter and the bitter is not, so is it still called medicine?

But that is medicine.

Soon after, Huo Lao held a white porcelain bottle in his hand and clenched his hand tightly.

He opened the medicine bottle again, and there was indeed a faint medicinal smell inside, but no one could know what the medicine was, but only knew that it could dissolve in water, and then it was colorless and odorless.

After drinking this, Mr. Huo's spirit was obviously much better, and he even had some strength in his body. He had always had a bitter taste, which was also much better.

Even I ate an extra bowl of rice, and I wanted to eat a bowl of small wontons. You must know that before yesterday, Huo Lao was still half-dead, and it was all supported by his energy. If it weren't for this. With a spirit of energy, he may have already been lying down waiting to die.

Not to mention being able to eat, he couldn't even drink a sip of water.

Lao Wu made a special trip to find Liu Liang, just to tell Liu Liang about Huo Lao's situation. Even though he searched for a long time, he didn't see Liu Liang. As a result, someone said that Liu Liang was talking to the tree at the gate. .

When he arrived, he could stare out his own eyes.

Liu Liang asked the security guard at the door to carry a pot, and she held a white porcelain bottle herself, and then poured out a medicine from the white porcelain bottle, and muttered to herself.

"I'm afraid one is not enough. The osmanthus tree in my house can use three at a time. You are bigger than it, so five."

With a wave of her small hand, she poured five grains into it. She originally said that it was five grains, but accidentally rolled out one grain.

"Oh, one more grain."

"But it doesn't matter, more is more."

"Otherwise, how many more pills should I pour?? Liu Liang thought about it, anyway, this medicine is meant to be replenished in the first place. If you take more and more, it will be fine. She was just about to pour it again. As a result, one directly stole the medicine bottle from her hand.

"Who?"

Liu Liang's face sank, and she dared to grab something from her hands. She didn't want to get involved, did she?

As a result, when she saw that it was Old Wu, the sullen look in her eyes disappeared in an instant, and she became cheerful, and it was also sunny after the rain.

Alas, the parents of food and clothing, she is not angry.

Liu Liang took the pot from the security guard's hand and started watering the tree.

And Old Wu held the white porcelain bottle with trembling hands. He carefully opened the bottle and pointed the mouth of the bottle to his nose. It was the smell, and he remembered it all.

And then poured out another one.

This is also not wrong.

"Miss Liu, is this the kind of medicine for the master?"

Old Wu asked in a trembling voice.

"yes."

Liu Liang continued pouring water, "That's it."

"By the way," she thought of something again, "Uncle Wu, I'll give you this bottle. You can drink it when you have nothing to do, so you can keep fit."

Old Wu "..."

This is medicine, not boiled water.