Mu Xingzhi stretched out his hands in front of him. Even under the sunlight, his pale palms didn't seem to glow with warmth. "What is 'finger exercise'?"

"It's about using your fingers to make various poses to achieve the effect of flexible fingers, for example..." Su Qingluan thought for a moment, put down the knife, and gestured with her hands:

"There's a tiger on the mountain, and a deer in the forest," she said, spreading her five fingers to resemble tiger paws, then clenching her middle and ring fingers, and straightening the other three fingers above her head to resemble deer antlers.

"There is a duck by the roadside and a rabbit in the grass." She crossed her hands in front of her, making the shape of a duck opening its mouth, and then put her index finger and middle finger together to make the shape of a rabbit's ears, stretched them out, and jumped twice on the spot.

After doing the rabbit hopping action, Su Qingluan looked up and saw that Mu Xingzhi's expression looked like... he was trying hard to hold back his laughter.

"Ahem," the young man coughed and suppressed the laughter in his throat, "It's really full of childishness."

Su Qingluan felt her face flush red, and she quickly explained, "Actually, this is what my sister and I use most often when we play games."

She taught the little girl these nursery rhymes every day. The little girl was very happy to learn them and formed a habit of them accidentally.

Only now did Su Qingluan realize that she was actually teaching nursery rhymes to a young man who looked to be about twenty years old. It seemed that he had a serious brain disease.

Ah! Why is it that every time I see this person, she always embarrasses me! !

Su Qingluan expressed that she was very regretful and wanted to disappear immediately.

Meanwhile, Yang kept apologizing to Mu Xingzhi: "Mr. Mu, please don't be offended. This child had a high fever when she was brought back last time, and she has forgotten a lot since then. Although her behavior is a bit erratic, it is entirely out of kindness. Please forgive her..."

Su Qingluan was so upset that she almost cried: Mom, your explanation sounds like "My child's brain is damaged, please don't bother with a fool" okay...

But thinking about the series of "performances" I just put on, I really did look like a fool.

No matter how much she explained, it only made things worse. Su Qingluan decided to give up completely and just concentrate on cutting vegetables!

Because she had just been socially embarrassed in front of Mu Xingzhi again, Su Qingluan instinctively didn't want to face this person.

So, she tried her best to clear her mind completely and not let the memories jump back and forth between the two social deaths.

Because her emotions were empty, Su Qingluan's movements were completely subconscious muscle memory, so there was no control or disguise in her hands.

Therefore, she cut the vegetables faster and faster, and even cut the shredded vegetables without dropping them, and cut them with the next knife.

In less than a moment, green, light yellow, white...all kinds of vegetable shreds appeared finely and evenly wherever Su Qingluan's knife passed, as if by magic.

By the time Su Qingluan came back to reality from her trance, all the remaining vegetables had been chopped into thin strips, and a large crowd had gathered around the stall.

Everyone, including Yang, stared at her intently.

Seeing her finally put away her knife, the crowd first exclaimed in surprise, and then burst into thunderous applause:

"Oh my god, this young lady is really good with a knife!"

"I can hardly see the knife shadow!"

"I've been to the capital, and the chefs at the restaurants there are only about this level!"

"I think you are just exaggerating!"

There was a lot of discussion around, and Yang looked at Su Qingluan in shock: "Daya... what are you doing?!"

She knew that her eldest daughter had some talent in cooking, but this level of knife skills... wasn't it a little too unbelievable?

Although the amount of food prepared every day for the stall these days is huge, it only takes about a month at most.

Is it really possible for someone to master knife skills to such a high level of proficiency in such a short period of time?

Su Qingluan's mind raced as she tried desperately to find excuses for herself.

However, at this moment, a voice that she did not expect rang out: "Madam Su's knife skills are so amazing, could it be that she has studied under a famous chef before?"

Su Qingluan's heart skipped a beat, and when she looked in the direction of the voice, it was Mu Xingzhi.

Although the young man still had a smile on his face, his eyes looked over intently, as if they had the power to see through a person's soul.

In fact, in a sense, Mu Xingzhi's words were right. In her previous life, she was an orphan and was adopted by her master and his wife who were over 60 years old.

The chef did have a family tradition of being an "imperial chef," but times changed and for various reasons, he retired and opened a private restaurant to cook home-cooked meals for a few good friends.

However, the master taught her adopted child with all his heart. Although she died young due to illness in her previous life, she had been a chef for twenty years.

But how could such a thing be said?

In this era, if people really knew that you were possessed by a ghost, you would most likely be burned to charcoal, right?

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan could only repeat the same sentence over and over again: "I don't know why I am so good at cooking. I don't remember anything about the past."

Anyway, she refused to admit it, and the place where her original body was adopted was a wealthy family's mansion. Naturally, they could not allow the country folk from Huaxi Village to come and inquire about the past of a fake daughter who had nothing to do with them and had already "occupied the magpie's nest".

In this case, there is naturally no actual evidence.

So what if someone had doubts? There was no evidence to prove anything was wrong with her, right?

But even though she thought so in her heart, Su Qingluan did not dare to look directly at Yang and Mu Xingzhi's faces.

I feel guilty towards Yang.

However, for Mu Xingzhi...

For some reason, she always felt that if the two of them looked at each other, the young man's slightly smiling eyes would seem to be able to see through her completely, which was frightening.

Mu Xingzhi chuckled, "Then maybe the Su family's wife learned a thing or two from a famous chef in some wealthy family?"

When Yang heard Mu Xingzhi's words, her surprise immediately turned into sudden enlightenment: "That's right, the family that adopted Daya is very wealthy, so it's not surprising that they have a famous chef!"

Su Qingluan raised her head and glanced at Mu Xingzhi cautiously: This man rationalized her "doubts" with just one sentence.

Is this just an accidental coincidence?

But if it wasn't a coincidence, why would he cover up for himself like this?

Su Qingluan couldn't tell for a moment whether Mu Xingzhi did it on purpose, and felt a little confused.

At this moment, a cheerful and cheerful middle-aged man's voice came from the side: "Xingzhi, my friend, you are here. It was so hard for me to find you!"

Su Qingluan looked up and saw that the person who spoke was a middle-aged scholar with flowing beard and wearing a light gray cotton robe.

However, he did not walk in a graceful and elegant manner like ordinary scholars. Instead, he walked quickly and naturally to Mu Xingzhi's heavy wheelchair with a graceful gait.

Su Qingluan's eyes flashed, and she saw Yang stopped wrapping the pancake and walked towards the middle-aged scholar.

What? My mother knows this person?