"This is the taste of this diet meal."
Zhao Che looked at Old Zhao and replied.
" It's too boring." Brother Zheng opened his mouth and swallowed the meat in his chopsticks.
Yes, hotpot was still the best.
Boring?
Boring was normal.
The results from the hospital had already been sent over. With Old Zhao's physical condition, he had to eat less oil and salt.
If she could avoid the oil, she would not eat it.
Salt, at the very least, was enough to satisfy the daily needs of the body.
Old Zhao's physical condition was really not optimistic.
If Zhao Che hadn't discovered it in time and treated it in time…
To be honest, both Zhao Che and the hospital believed that Old Zhao would not live past five years given his current condition.
If he continued to take poison, he might not even live for two years.
Zhao Che didn't know what Old Zhao ate.
However, Zhao Che could supervise Old Zhao himself to prevent him from taking poisonous food again.
As for his body, he had to refrain from eating and exercise!
" Are you joking with your health, Old Zhao?" Zhao Che rolled his eyes.
At a time like this, you still want to eat?
To be honest, the diet was not that hard to swallow.
At least for the ancient people, whether it was vegetables or boiled chicken breast, they could eat it without seasoning.
Old Zhao was simply fed up with his taste.
After saying that, Zhao Che patted Old Zhao's big belly in disappointment.
"Look! What had he become? If you continue like this, it will be difficult for you to live to fifty years old."
Brother Zheng looked at Zhao Che in front of him and opened his mouth.
In the past, the imperial physicians had mentioned to him about taboos, but no one dared to use words like Zhao Che.
" I just ate a few mouthfuls of hotpot." Brother Zheng opened his mouth.
" Eat the diet meal first." Zhao Che sighed and pushed the diet meal in front of Old Zhao.
Brother Zheng looked at the diet meal in front of him. The taste of the hot pot floated into his nostrils again. Brother Zheng could only eat with a bitter expression on his face.
I still want my life
Brother Zheng had already confirmed that the pills were poisonous, and all the alchemists who went back to Xianyang would die.
There was no hope for longevity.
However, if he couldn't live forever, he couldn't die early.
Zhao Che's words were more intense, so he was much more straightforward than the imperial physicians in the palace.
Brother Zheng had to take it seriously.
Moreover, Zhao Che kept saying that he was responsible for his own health, but Brother Zheng felt that this kid was using a chicken feather as an arrow.
The hay-like food tasted like wax in his mouth.
Especially after eating a few mouthfuls of hotpot.
Wang Jian asked as he watched this scene from the side.
"Do I have to avoid eating too?"
Zhao Che looked at Old Wang's muscular body and shook his head.
"No need. With your physique, you can eat and drink as much as you want. You can probably live until you're 80 years old, provided you don't eat poison.”
When Old Wang heard that, he picked up the wine glass he had just put down with a smile.
The small hotpot continued cooking.
Wang Jian's hungry voice reached Brother Zheng's mouth. Brother Zheng only felt that the diet meal in his mouth was much more tasteless.
In fact, the diet meal was not poisonous, nor did it have a strange taste. It was simply tasteless.
He restrained the craving in his mouth and ate it without a problem.
Zhao Che patted Old Zhao's shoulder after he finished his diet meal.
"In the future, I will deliver your three meals a day. Old Wang, you should also supervise Old Zhao. This matter concerns Old Zhao's life, so you have to be more careful.”
Wang Jian, who was eating a small hotpot and drinking a small wine, nodded.
"How long do you need to eat the diet meal?" Brother Zheng asked.
" Did you eat this?" Zhao Che patted Old Zhao's big belly and asked.
Even if he didn't have eight-pack abs, he would at least lose the weight of a normal person.
Brother Zheng thought for a moment. This thing would probably not be reduced in a day or two.
However, there was no other way. It was a matter of life and death, so Brother Zheng had to take it seriously.
There was no hope for longevity, so he couldn't die suddenly halfway, right?
"But when you're healthy, there's no need to avoid eating.”Zhao Che smiled.
"When the time comes, I'll prepare a Manchu Han Imperial Feast for you!”Zhao Che smiled and patted Old Zhao's shoulder.
"Manchu Han Imperial Feast?" Although he didn't know what it was, he knew it was delicious. Wang Jian quickly raised his head and looked at Zhao Che.
"To put it simply, there are those who fly in the sky, swim in the water, and walk on the ground! Don't worry about my cooking skills! When the time comes, I'll feed you until you can't walk!”Zhao Che said with a smile.
Regarding eating, Wang Jian was willing to call Zhao Che the strongest.
"But that will have to wait until you are healthy. You can't indulge yourself during this period of time. I will supervise you to eat and exercise every day in the future.”
In short, he had nothing to do in Dongbin, so he might as well supervise Old Zhao's weight loss.
"Also, the medicine from the hospital will be sent over tomorrow. In theory, from tomorrow onwards, not only will you have to eat a diet meal, but you will also have to drink medicine every day.”
As everyone knows, there is no Chinese medicine that is not bitter
Old Zhao's face instantly fell.
(I'm so dedicated to writing when I just woke up…)
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