After being smeared twice with medicine, little Mr. Ferrari became darker than an African black man. The young man of the Ferrari family said: "..." Come and see, the young master has become an African.

Milo, who was like a melon-eater, laughed so hard that his chin almost dropped to the ground. He unkindly found his mobile phone and took dozens of beautiful photos of Amedeo. If little Amedeo doesn't behave in the future, he can

Show him the photo.

Alejandro muttered silently to himself: "God, I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything..."

When Amedeo saw his dark chest and legs, he wanted to howl in grief and anger, ah ah ah, how can one live like this? Stop living!

Le Yun didn't know what a young man was thinking. He helped people apply medicine all over, and after the medicine stains dried and stuck to the skin, he poured two bowls of medicine into him, then grabbed the young man and threw it into a big pot, letting him sit and soak for ten minutes.

In the next few minutes, give him another bowl of medicinal soup and two pills, then add the boiled soup to the pot that serves as a bathtub, and pour it over the young man's head, spoonful after spoonful.

Pour a dozen spoonfuls of medicinal soup on him, and then pour some more in, so that the medicinal soup covers the man's shoulders.

Amedeo didn't feel anything at first while sitting in the cauldron, but soon he found that his whole body was hot and his buttocks felt like they were on fire. He screamed, "Ms. Doctor, it's so hot, my buttocks are going to catch fire."

"Sit still." The corners of Le Yun's mouth twitched, and it happened again. The same thing happened to the brat last time. After being cooked for a few hours, he made a fuss for several hours. Afterwards, he wanted to be cooked again, and now he is being cooked and yelling. It's a vicious cycle.

The bench looked like a red-hot grill, and Amedeo shouted: "Ms. Doctor, you'll get cooked if you do this."

"When it's cooked, it's the perfect time to eat human flesh and drink human flesh soup."

"Miss Doctor, my meat is smelly and not tasty. Let me go out. It's so hot, so hot!" God, please help me. Miss Doctor really wants to stew human meat soup.

"It doesn't matter if the meat smells bad, just add some spices." Le Yun poured a pot of concoction into the pot and touched the young man's curly hair: "Smelly boy, be honest, dare to stand up and ask Milo to take off your pants."

"Okay, okay, I'm always happy to help." Milo, who was in the audience, was in a great mood when he saw Amedeo being thrown into the pot of stew. He was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he readily responded to the children's suggestions.

"Ah ah ah, Brother Milo is a bad guy, Daddy, please take Brother Milo away quickly." Amedeo shrank into the water, Brother Milo was the worst, the doctor lady asked him to take off his pants, Milo

Brother will definitely take off his pants.

"Sorry, kid, Daddy can't do this request of yours." Alessandro spread his hands helplessly. He would not ruin such an interesting thing.

Amedeo huddled in the pot and glared at Milo. He did not dare to glare at the doctor.

Milo looked back at Amedeo with a smile. That brat was so happy. He was cooked twice by Little Lele and also enjoyed the high-level treatment of being touched. He was so blessed that he didn't know how lucky he was.

Amedeo and Milo stared at each other for several minutes as if in a competition. The heat was unbearable and they screamed that they were burning to death.

Le Yun ignored the young man's shouts and let him mess around. He remembered and pressed down with his palm. Only when she felt the water was hot would she add the concoction or cut off the power supply.

The temperature of the water rose, and beads of sweat formed on Amedeo's face and head. At first, the sweat beads rolled down, but the black paste on his face was not affected. When the sweat flowed down layer by layer, it lasted for half a month.

After a while, the black medicine paste slowly melted, and sweat broke out in streaks. His face was covered with black and white streaks.

After another half an hour, the black paste on Mr. Ferrari's face was washed away by sweat, revealing a face flushed by the steam of the medicine.

The oriental girl did not stop cooking the soup, and kept adding concoctions. Even when the water boiled, she would not let anyone leave the pot. The young man screamed, shouting that it was boiling to death, shouting that the meat was about to be cooked, and calling for help.

None of Milo and the others went to help. They were more happy watching the guy messing around in the cauldron than watching a show. They all watched with gusto.

Little Mr. Ferrari was quite tolerant at first. After being stewed in water for three hours, he lay weakly on the edge of the pot, like a grape that had been beaten by frost, with his head drooped and his eyes full of sadness as he looked at the crowd.

He is about to be cooked by his father and young people. Daddy and those guys are unwilling to save him. They are a bunch of heartless bad guys!

The little Loli allowed the young man to pretend to be dead and continued to cook the soup. After boiling the soup for another two hours, she lifted the young man out of the pot, pulled out the medical needle, and applied medicine on him.

The young man was boiled for more than five minutes and his skin was scalded until his skin turned red. After several bowls of ointment were applied to him for about half an hour, the redness on his body slowly faded, and it took another half an hour for his original skin color to return.

The young people of the Ferrari family were amazed.

After cooking the handsome boy thoroughly, Le Yun left him to old Mr. Ferrari, put away his belongings, and happily returned to the guest room on the third floor to take a bath and sleep.
Chapter completed!