Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 1173 - What a terrible soup

Amber also stopped the spoon in her hand and turned her head to look at the man.

The man's thin lips pursed and pursed for a while before he spoke in a deep voice, "No."

"Since it's not, then you just watch and don't drink?" The old lady was instantly upset.

A few black lines slid down the corner of Jared's forehead, "Grandma, do you think, this soup is drinkable?" He gestured to the bowl in front of him.

The old lady spoke unconcernedly, "This soup is specially made for you, do you think you can drink it?"

Jared sucked in a breath, "If it was made especially for me, why is my soup different from Little Leaf's."

"Yeah grandma." Amber also nodded and said, "Mine looks like chicken soup, while his, I can't tell what it is, it always feels weird, why not give us both the same soup?"

This smell, without tasting it, you know it must be very difficult to drink.

And the color looks and is very bizarre.

I really don't know why my grandmother made such a weird soup for Jared, does it really look, well, good for the body?

Amber expressed deep skepticism.

Jared was touched when he saw Amber helping him out.

It's really worthy of being your own wife.

Always have yourself in mind.

Unlike grandmother......

Jared looked at the bowl of soup and just felt a pang in his head.

He deeply suspected that his grandmother was not trying to tonic his body, but to poison him.

Looking at the two young eyes on their own suspicion and incomprehension, the old lady sighed, "what do you two think, the reason why not give you the same soup, it is because the nourishing effect of this soup is different, Amber is a woman, women are Yin, drink more chicken soup is best, especially the body qi and blood deficit, after fatigue drink chicken soup is best, you a big man, drink what chicken soup?" Speaking of which, the old lady gave Jared a straightforward blank stare.

Jared's thin lips pursed, "chicken soup or not chicken soup it doesn't matter, I just want to know, what exactly is my soup? It's not the pot of water from the chicken soup, is it?"

"Pfft!" Amber directly a mouthful of chicken soup spewed out, then is violent cough, coughing face are red, eyes are overflowing with tears, see the heartache.

"Aiya, what's going on here?" The old lady was so anxious that she stopped drinking tea and was about to get up to check on Amber's condition.

But Mrs. Murphy was more worried about her and held her back the moment she got up, "Take it easy, old lady, just sit down, I'll go check it out." With that, he walked towards Amber.

The moment Amber coughed, she stood up immediately and put her in his arms, patting her back to help her breathe.

After a good while, Amber's breath finally calmed down with the help of the man and was much more comfortable.

But this time, Mrs. Murphy still brought something over, "Miss. Reed, here, eat this." "What is it?" Amber got out of the man's arms and sat up straight to look at Amber.

Because just coughing too hard, the voice is now a little hoarse, sounding oddly pathetic.

Mrs. Murphy looked at her heartily and said, "This is medicine, it's very effective for sudden coughing, just now Miss. Reed you can be so strong, your lungs must be very uncomfortable, take this and you will be well soon."

When she heard Mrs. Murphy say that, Amber immediately smiled, "Thank you Mrs. Murphy, I need this just right."

"Then eat up." Mrs. Murphy said with a smile.

Amber let out a hint, took the medicine from Mrs. Murphy's hand, tilted her head and popped it into her mouth.

Jared was attentive enough to hand over a glass of water.

Amber plucked out an angry look at him, but still took his glass of water, and swallowed the medicine with the water.

Jared rubbed the bridge of his nose and averted his eyes sheepishly.

He also knew why she had suddenly choked.

So, he must have a weak heart.

The old lady naturally saw Jared's vain look and gave a hum of contempt, "Serves you right, who told you to speak without a word, and brush the pot of water, thanks to your thinking, look at Amber choking." Amber nodded repeatedly, "Exactly, how did you come up with that?"

Brushing the pot of water, God knows how shocked she was when she heard it.

Originally she had never thought about this aspect, but he said so, so that she now also feel that his bowl of tonic soup, seems quite like a brush pot of water.

Amber held his forehead, the whole person crying and laughing.

Next to her, Jared looked at her and then at his grandmother, "See for yourself what this looks like!"

"Where does it look like." The old lady sank her face in displeasure, "This is what I specially asked Murphy to prepare in the kitchen, and brush the pot of water, do you think you have simple ingredients for this bowl of tonic soup?"

"Oh?" Jared raised an eyebrow, "Then tell me, Grandma, what is this bowl of my brush...... What exactly is the tonic soup made of and why does it smell funny." "This, ah, of course, is......"

Before Mrs. Murphy could finish her sentence, her pants were interrupted by a gentle tug from the old lady under the table.

Mrs. Murphy immediately realized what, eyes rolled, laughing: "is a simple nourishing ingredients, but put a little offal, offal calorie high, just for men more tonic."

"Murphy's right, all right, hurry up and drink, where's this nonsense." The old lady impatiently frowned and urged.

The trend is that if you don't drink again, I'll just give you a dunk.

Amber looked at Jared and tugged on his sleeve, "Why don't you just drink it, although it smells a little weird and probably won't taste as good, but it certainly won't really be any brush water, after all, you're grandma's grandson, grandma can't possibly fix you."

"Miss. Reed is right, young master drink up, it's really good for you." Mrs. Murphy also nodded her head to persuade.

The old lady didn't say anything, just looked at Jared steadily.

Jared, under the gaze of the three men with six eyes, finally compromised, wrinkled his brow and picked up the bowl in front of him, took a slight breath, then closed his eyes and took a sip.

It's just that, no matter what, it's also a token of my grandmother's appreciation.

So no matter what this soup is actually boiled into, he must also drink a sip. Everyone in the room was watching Jared closely as he drank his soup. Disagreeing with the old lady and Mrs. Murphy's relief, Amber is worried.

To be honest, the unknown liquid, she was really worried that Jared would drink it and have problems.

Let's hope she's just being paranoid.

Jared gripped the spoon in his hand with uneasy thoughts.

Just finished thinking about it, I heard the man suddenly poof and spit out the soup.

This move took Amber by surprise.

"What's wrong?" Amber rushed to check on the man.

The man turned sideways, one hand on the throat, one hand propped up on the table, is constantly dry vomiting, the army face are red, look very uncomfortable.

Amber even saw his hand holding the table, fingers are hard tightened up, the back of the hand veins are high protruding out.

You can see his torment at this moment.

Not only Amber, but also the old lady and Mrs. Murphy were shocked by Jared's reaction.

"Young master, are you all right?" Mrs. Murphy also walked over to ask.

Although the old lady did not speak, her eyes were full of worry.

After all, it's his oldest grandson, so how could he not be worried?

Jared was having a hard time answering the trio's questions at this point.

Amber, seeing him in such distress, was also a little distressed and began to get up and pat him on the back, just as he had just patted her.

Seeing this, Mrs. Lao and Mrs. Murphy could not help but look at each other.

"Mrs. Murphy, did we do something wrong?" Mrs. Murphy asked with some sighs.