Siheyuan: Rebirth of He Yuzhu, starting from God-level sign-in

After all, she is Banggen's own mother, Qin Huairu looked at the bamboo root that He Yuzhu handed over, and hesitated to pick it up.

But at this moment, the stick stem suddenly yelled.

"He Yuzhu, even if you beat me to death, I won't kneel down for you!"

Well, this grandson will not cry when he sees the coffin.

He Yuzhu raised his chin at Qin Huairu. '

"See, I still don't know my mistake!"

"Skin pain, or death, you choose!"

Qin Huairu gritted her teeth and snatched the bamboo root from He Yuzhu's hand.

Swinging his arms round, the bamboo roots whizzed past, and slapped on the calf of the stick.

A scream like killing a pig burst out from BangGong's mouth.

This howl even made his snot and tears spurt out.

Seeing this scene, He Yuzhu felt very happy.

Originally, He Yuzhu thought that the stick is a tough bone, and he can resist a few more times, so He Yuzhu can watch the good show for a while.

Who knew Qin Huairu hadn't smoked the second time, the stick directly knelt on the ground.

"I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong!"

"Uncle He, please forgive me, please forgive me!"

The grandson begged, with snot running down his lips and tears all over his face, it seemed as if he could bury as much as he wanted.

But He Yuzhu still felt puzzled.

"That's all right?"

"What did you say just now? You still have to kowtow!"

kowtow?

Stick stem didn't hesitate for a second, and started to smash his head on the ground.

The bang bang bang told how hard he kowtowed.

Until then, He Yuzhu was satisfied.

Nodding slightly, He Yuzhu waved his hand.

"Okay, I see that you also know that you are wrong, since this is the case, then I will reluctantly spare you!"

Hearing this, Qin Huairu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"He Yuzhu, can you give me the antidote?"

Yes, the antidote?

He Yuzhu rolled his eyes.

"I'll send the antidote to your house in a while, you go back first!"

This thing is He Yuzhu's nonsense, where can he find the antidote?

Qin Huairu didn't think much about it, and she felt a little bit resentful for being beaten, so she was so distressed that she quickly picked up the stick and walked out.

When Qin Huairu left, He Yuzhu scratched his head.

"What should I use to pack the antidote?"

I looked around in the room, but there was nothing like an antidote?

Forget it, He Yuzhu opened the side drawer and took out a packet of headache powder from it.

Then I prepared a paper bag and put the headache powder in it.

After preparing, He Yuzhu sent the medicine to Qinhuai Rujia.

Then he hurried home and started his own juicing process.

All the fruits were quickly squeezed into a pot of juice by him.

Looking at the viscous juice, He Yuzhu's saliva kept coming out.

Because that thing can feel sour just by smelling it.

Taking a deep breath, He Yuzhu grabbed a bag of soft sugar next to him and poured it all in.

Sugar can effectively neutralize the sour taste.

However, the ability to neutralize is limited, and in most cases, the sour taste will still be perceived first.

At this time, He Yuzhu had another idea.

He grabbed another packet of seasonings next to him, and poured the entire packet into the pot.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a large bag of chili powder.

In some southern cities, chili powder is dipped in green mangoes.

Because chili powder can largely neutralize the sour and astringent taste.

Stir the chili powder evenly, He Yuzhu stretched out his fingers to dip it, and then put it in his mouth.

The taste is not so sour anymore, just slightly spicy.

Anyway, it's not a gourmet dish, it's spicy as long as it's spicy, as long as it can be eaten with steamed buns.

The juice was collected by the fire, and the final product was packed into a small jar, which He Yuzhu took back into the system space.

Avoid being let down by that blind thing again.

After clapping their hands, the sky had already darkened, and He Yuzhu was about to fetch water to wash his hands.

Qin Huairu suddenly rushed in from the door and grabbed He Yuzhu by the collar.

"You, you, you, what the hell did you eat for my stick?"

Qin Huairu's eyes were red with anxiety.

He Yuzhu was in a daze.

"The antidote, what else can it be?"

He Yuzhu was also a little flustered, the headache fan will not expire, right?

But Qin Huairu's actions in the next second didn't seem like the headache powder had expired, but rather something unspeakable.

I saw Qin Huairu's face flushed slightly, and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Whether it's the antidote or not, can you explain more clearly?"

Seeing her expression, He Yuzhu immediately realized something was wrong.

Could it be that I took the wrong medicine again?

No, how could it be possible to take the wrong medicine that I personally dispensed?

By the way, the paper containing the medicine seems to have been filled with Chen Blind's medicine!

Knowing what was going on, He Yuzhu hurriedly explained.

"Maybe the paper for the medicine is mixed up. It's okay, it will be fine overnight!"

Qin Huairu grabbed He Yuzhu's collar tightly again.

"It will be fine in one night? Then what about this night? Are you sending the stick to the pigsty?"

He Yuzhu frowned.

"Isn't it? I've also taken that medicine. It's not the kind of medicine in the novel. At most it will make him hard, and it won't do anything."

What He Yuzhu said was an understatement.

But he forgot that the stick has just reached puberty.

The hormones in the body are not the same concept as an old man like him.

Qin Huairu also grabbed He Yuzhu's collar tightly.

"If you don't help BangGiao today, I won't let you go!"

"How can I help?" He Yuzhu looked confused, he couldn't help this thing even if he wanted to!

"I think, you are..."

Before He Yuzhu could say anything, Qin Huairu rounded his hand and slapped him across the face.

It seems that he has realized what He Yuzhu is going to say.

"Are you sick? I said you can teach him how to reward himself. Why are you beating me?"

Qin Huairu's cheeks were flushed.

"I'm not a man, how do I know?"

Well, for such a trivial matter, He Yuzhu had to play in person.

Too lazy to talk so much nonsense, He Yuzhu pushed Qin Huairu away, and then walked straight towards her house.

Entering the door, Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui were already in the room.

One of the two pressed their heads and the other pressed their feet.

"No, both of you are here, and you don't know what to do at this time?"

Neither of the two old men spoke, as if the matter had nothing to do with them.

Qin Huairu rushed in quickly at this time, and pulled off the sticky pants.

"Hey, what is this? Bamboo shoots?"

This gadget is indeed a bit pocket-sized.

He Yuzhu glanced at Qin Huairu.

"Isn't that your son? You can't do it?"

"Come on, you, what is she doing? Hurry up!" Yi Zhonghai couldn't stand it anymore, and urged beside him.