Xie Shangjia forgot to add salt when cooking
Xie Shangjia patted Xie Shangyu's arm vigorously with a relaxed tone.
"We just asked about it today. That day, Qianyue was anxious and overly excited when she saw me taking effect from the poison. Her blood and qi surged, causing her pulse to become disordered. The Valley Master was careless and took the wrong pulse!"
Xie Shangyu was stunned, his brows furrowed.
Shen Yanhui has been practicing medicine for his entire life and is very experienced. How could he have made a mistake in diagnosing the pulse that concerns two lives due to a moment of carelessness?
"I'm glad you're okay."
Xie Shangjia was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood. After announcing the good news, he could no longer sit still.
"Brother, I'm going to get some food first!"
He hurriedly said this and rushed out of the guest house like a gust of wind.
After all, the Divine Doctor Valley is not a prosperous place, and the food ingredients are limited, but this does not pose a problem for the ambitious Xie Shangjia at the moment.
He first ran to Uncle Wang's house and used some silver to buy a nourishing old black chicken. Uncle Wang also gave him a small bag of brightly colored wolfberries.
Uncle Wang congratulated him with a smile and helped him deal with the black chicken.
Xie Shangjia went back with the bare black chicken in his hand, smiling happily, and went straight into the fire club. Soon, a symphony of pots and pans rang out.
The black chicken was put into the casserole, and water, ginger slices and a handful of bright red wolfberries were added. It was simmered over low heat. When the fire was lit, he choked and started coughing. He ran to the yard to get some fresh air and then went back in.
He rummaged through the limited pile of ingredients, a few green lettuces, a small piece of black smoked bacon, a few fresh eggs, a handful of dried mushrooms... He frowned and pondered, and finally, an idea flashed in his mind.
Chen Qianyue stood quietly in the yard at some point, her figure looking particularly slender and thin in the light and shadow of dusk. Her gaze passed across the small courtyard and fell on Xie Shangjia, who was full of the air of fireworks.
Although he is already 31 years old and his face still has a sickly pale tint, time has been particularly kind to him. He is still graceful and elegant, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes add to his mature man's charm.
Xie Shangjia, who had not lost his memory, always looked omnipotent. However, the eighteen-year-old Xie Shangjia was particularly clumsy, but he was seriously trying to be a good husband.
She leaned quietly against the door frame, not knowing how long she had been watching.
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Xie Shangjia put the dishes into the lunch box, nodded with satisfaction, and walked towards the main house excitedly, even forgetting to wipe the stove ash on his forehead.
He walked to the window of the main house and was about to push the door open to go in, but his eyes accidentally glanced inside through the half-open window frame.
Shen Qianyue did not lie down to rest as he expected, but sat upright at the desk by the window, with her head slightly lowered, her slender hands holding a pen, writing something intently on the paper.
Xie Shangjia frowned, pushed open the door, and spoke in a teasing tone.
"My dear lady, didn't I tell you to have a good rest? Why are you up again?"
He walked quickly to the desk, put the food box aside, and looked at Shen Qianyue with concern. Then he looked at the table curiously. He wanted to see what made her get up despite taking care of her pregnancy.
However, when his eyes fell on the content on the drawing paper, his whole body froze instantly.
It was not a document, nor a book of military strategy. On the white rice paper, outlined with ink, was his appearance as he moved around in the fire community surrounded by smoke and flames.
Xie Shangjia in the painting is tall but looks a bit clumsy and flustered, with his sleeves rolled up and a spot of clear stove ash on his face, which was vividly rendered by Shen Qianyue with light ink.
The whole painting has smooth lines and the ink is used in appropriate shades. Although it is just a few strokes, it captures his flustered and somewhat embarrassed posture at the Fire Society exactly.
Xie Shangjia felt a surge of heat rushing up to his forehead, his cheeks burning hot, even hotter than when he was in front of the stove just now. His stupid look had been seen and even drawn!
Shen Qianyue gently put down the pen, looked up at him, and saw that he was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do, with his ears red, and a faint smile on his face.
"Shang Jia, look...does my drawing look like you?"
Xie Shangjia looked at her smiling face and couldn't help but think that she seemed to be laughing more and more. If she hadn't lost her memory, would she have smiled so happily at her 31-year-old self?
The answer was yes, but he didn't care. Now and in the future, he could only smile to himself.
"The painting is so similar that others can't tell which one is the real person, me or the person in the painting."
Shen Qianyue pinched his cheeks and pulled them apart: "You are the only one who talks nonsense."
Xie Shangjia's eyes moved away from the painting and locked onto her who was so close to him. He leaned over without hesitation and placed a warm kiss on Shen Qianyue's slightly cool lips.
The air was filled with the faint bitter smell of ink that had not yet dried. On the desk, the vivid "Kitchen Embarrassment Picture" lay quietly, dripping with ink. The eyes seemed to be staring at them, silently witnessing their intimacy.
Shen Qianyue clutched the fabric on the other person's shoulders, her knuckles turning white, and she patted the other person as if she was short of breath.
Xie Shangjia obediently stopped kissing her. His tall nose nudged Shen Qianyue's cheek, their foreheads touching. His breathing was rapid and hot, and his eyes were surprisingly bright.
The air seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of the two people's intertwined breathing.
Shen Qianyue was the first to step back. If this continued, something bad would happen.
Xie Shangjia held her cold hand and guided her hand to touch his abdomen.
"Use your hands, please."
Shen Qianyue was helpless: "It's still daylight."
Xie Shangjia glanced at the sky and diligently placed two dishes and a soup on the small table.
There are golden fried eggs, stir-fried bacon and lettuce with a mixture of emerald green and brown sauce, and a bowl of black chicken soup with clear soup and wolfberry.
There was undisguised anticipation on his face as he served her soup and placed some vegetables on the small plate in front of her. Then, like a student waiting for an examiner's score, he stared at her nervously and eagerly.
Shen Qianyue picked up the spoon, scooped up a small spoonful of amber chicken soup, blew it gently, and put it into her mouth.
Her movements were still graceful and calm. Then, she tasted the scrambled egg and shredded lettuce respectively. During the whole process, there was no ripple on her face, and she still looked calm and composed.
Xie Shangjia's heart was in his throat and he couldn't help but ask.
"How is it? How does it taste?"
Shen Qianyue put down her chopsticks, raised her eyes to look at him, the corners of her lips seemed to curl upwards, and she uttered two words clearly.
"very good."
Xie Shangjia's whole body lit up, he was so excited that he was incoherent, and that clumsy sense of accomplishment was almost overflowing.
"Do you like it? I told you I'm a genius in the cooking world..."
Shen Qianyue scooped up another spoonful of chicken soup, but this time, she didn't drink it herself. Instead, she handed the spoon steadily to Xie Shangjia's lips.
"Husband, you've worked hard, try it."
This was the first time that Xie Shangjia heard Shen Qianyue call him husband. She usually just called him by his name, and only called him something nice in bed. The current scene seemed as if they were just an ordinary couple.
The immense joy left him no time to think, and he subconsciously took the spoonful of warm chicken soup from Shen Qianyue's hand and put it into his mouth. As soon as the tip of his tongue tasted it, the pride and smile on his face froze instantly.
wrong!
This soup... was so bland that it almost only had the taste of the ingredients themselves. He picked up his chopsticks in a hurry and tasted every dish.
he!
Forgot to add salt!!
There was a mischievous smile in Shen Qianyue's cold eyes as she leaned closer to ask.
"My dear, is this dish delicious?"
Chef Xie, who was full of energy just now, instantly turned into a frost-bitten eggplant.
Xie Shangjia looked at her mischievous smile, and his heart felt as if it was gently scratched by a kitten's claws, itchy and soft.
"It's not tasty, I will study hard."
He slid down from the chair and knelt on one knee next to Shen Qianyue's chair. He laid his upper body on her legs and buried his hot cheek in her slightly cool clothes.
"My lady, you're still laughing at me!"
His voice came out muffled from her knees, with a strong nasal tone, shy and coquettish. His tall body was now curled up beside her legs, showing a bit of pitiful meaning.
Shen Qianyue lowered her eyes and looked at the man lying on her legs, seeking comfort like a large dog. She raised her hand and gently placed it on the top of Xie Shangjia's head, her fingertips running through his slightly messy hair.
"Then I won't laugh anymore."
Xie Shangjia looked up at her: "No, I like you to smile, I like you to be happy."
The residual light from the window stretched out the figures of the two people cuddling together and cast them on the clean ground.
Shen Qianyue's hand lingered in his hair, feeling the warm touch under her palm, listening to his muffled words, the smile at the corner of her lips was like a flower quietly blooming under the ice.
Xie Shangjia buried his cheek in her knees, feeling her body temperature and silent tenderness.
At this tender moment, a deliberately light sound of footsteps came from afar and stopped outside the door.
“Tap, tap, tap.”
The knock on the door broke the beauty in the room.
Shen Qianyue pulled her hand away from Xie Shangjia's hair and subconsciously sat up straight.
Xie Shangjia raised his head, his face still flushed and unhappy at being disturbed. He frowned and looked at the door, asking unhappily.
"who?"
A clear and respectful child's voice came from outside the door.
"Dear guest, the owner of the valley asked for some food to be sent over."
Shen Qianyue straightened her slightly wrinkled collar and said in a steady voice, "Come in."
The door was gently pushed open, and the young disciple walked in carrying a mahogany lunch box that was obviously more exquisite than Xie Shangjia's lunch box. He placed the lunch box steadily on the small table without looking away, and then opened the lid neatly.
Suddenly, an aroma that was obviously carefully cooked filled the air, instantly overshadowing the simple scent of the three dishes on the table.
"The Valley Master said that Miss Shen is pregnant now and cannot cook. She should let the disciples bring the meals as before."
The young disciple deftly arranged the exquisite snacks one by one. Although each one was not large in portion, there were more than ten plates of them, and they were all colorful, fragrant and delicious. It was obvious at a glance that they were nourishing and medicinal foods that had been carefully prepared.
"You two distinguished guests need nourishment. If there is not enough food, please let the guard know and I will bring more next time."
Xie Shangjia looked at the food on the table that had instantly become exquisite, and then looked at his own three plates of "masterpieces" that didn't even have salt in them, his eyes filled with the fighting spirit of being hit by a dimensionality reduction attack.
One day he will be able to make dishes like this!
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