After all the dishes were placed on the table, the steward named Mo Suiyun from yesterday walked into the dining room.
He bowed to everyone and said, "Everyone, our master and his wife are on their way here. Please wait for a moment. We have also prepared some special products from our clan for you. The green fruit on the porcelain plate in front of you is the Qiling fruit, a specialty of the valley. It can relieve fatigue and help you sleep, and it tastes very sweet. Why not try it?"
Song Ci picked a fruit that looked like a winter jujube and took a bite. It tasted indeed very sweet, but Song Ci felt nauseous after taking a bite.
She put the fruit down and didn't touch it again.
A female scholar in her early thirties said, "This is the first time I've eaten this fruit. I've never seen it on the market before, and it tastes really good."
Mo Suiyun laughed contentedly and said proudly, "This kind of fruit is only grown in our valley. It grows on the western slopes. It suddenly appeared two hundred years ago. It's sweet and refreshing, and it helps you sleep better. Because the production is so low, we've never sold it."
"Then we are in for a treat."
Song Ci, however, questioned, "Could it be that the soil in the valley is special, which is why it can produce such a strange fruit?"
Mo Suiyun looked over at Song Ci. He smiled in an unfathomable way and didn't explain in detail. He just said, "Miss Song is right. It's indeed because the soil is too fertile that this kind of fruit grows."
As for why it is fertile, Mo Suiyun did not elaborate.
During the afternoon break, Song Ci carefully looked at the four mountains to the east, south, west and north of the Mo family. She noticed that there were almost no houses on the mountain to the west, but that mountain had the most rare and exotic plants.
A vague idea emerged in Song Ci's mind.
Fertile...
Perhaps, buried in that mountain were the bones of generations of medicine practitioners. The flesh and blood of medicine practitioners were treasures, so naturally, their bones also had their uses.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, Song Ci stared at the fruit in front of her and almost vomited on the spot. She quickly picked up a glass of sweet juice and drank it, which suppressed the nausea.
At this time, the head of the Mo family came with his wife.
The new head of the Mo family is Mo Suixin. He is the only son of the former patriarch, Mo Zhangkuang. Mo Zhangkuang was considered late in life, having a son when he was over 35. Mo Suixin is also very talented in Traditional Chinese Medicine, having been meticulously nurtured by Mo Zhangkuang throughout his life. Today, he is a leading figure in the field of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Mo Suixin is Mo Fengying's father. He has an elegant face without any signs of age. At first glance, he looks like an ordinary middle-aged man.
Mo Suixin wore a black long gown, a modified Zhongshan suit underneath, and as he walked, he exuded the imposing presence of a patriarch. Following behind him, the patriarch's wife wore a winter cheongsam with a cape draped over her shoulders. Her hair was tied up, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.
Mo Fengying's appearance is like her mother's, delicate and elegant.
Song Ci stared at Mo Suixin's face, thoughtfully.
According to kinship, this person should be her and Song Fei's cousin.
Song Ci knew that the old patriarch of the Mo family, Mo Zhangkuang, was still alive and well, now in his seventies. Song Ci had expected the old patriarch to be at the banquet tonight, but was a little disappointed when she didn't see him.
On second thought, the old patriarch is of noble status, so it is only natural that he should not attend such a small occasion.
Perhaps, only after the competition is over and the top three are announced, will the mysterious old patriarch show up.
As soon as Mo Suixin sat down, he noticed a pair of twins behind the banquet table. He had heard that the wife of the president of Zeus International and her sister were also on this team. It seemed that this pair of stunning women were Song Ci and Song Fei.
Mo Suixin withdrew his gaze, raised his glass, said a few polite words, drank a few glasses of wine with everyone, and started chatting.
Everyone was talking about things related to Traditional Chinese Medicine. Some were sharing the interesting things they encountered in their careers, while others were joking about the ridiculous controversies they encountered when interacting with Western medicine.
Song Ci listened quietly and rarely spoke.
But Mo Suixin had already noticed Song Fei and knew that Song Fei was the oldest virus expert in the country. When he thought that such a genius was also well-versed in traditional Chinese medicine, he felt proud and wanted to give Song Fei some face.
"Miss Song Fei, I wonder what you think of Chinese medicine?"
Song Ci, who played Song Fei, was suddenly called upon. She put down her drink cup, raised her head, and imitated Song Fei's stern expression with exquisite precision. If you weren't someone who spent every day with them, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between her and Song Fei.
Song Ci said, "Traditional Chinese Medicine is a traditional art and a culture of our country, but I don't think it's perfect. Despite thousands of years of development, it's still a stumbling toddler. But I also don't deny that it's truly a remarkable and vast discipline."
"It's like standing on a mountaintop and looking down at a valley. I can clearly see the divisions and structures of every house in the valley, and I know the name and gender of every resident, but this doesn't make me qualified to be the patriarch of this tribe. Traditional Chinese medicine is like this valley we're in. You think you've seen through it, you think you've understood it, but in reality, you're only seeing the surface, the most superficial layer."
"Traditional Chinese Medicine is an empirical medicine, and endless learning is the right attitude for students. Our ancestors compiled the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine, Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica, and Treatise on Febrile Diseases based on their experience. I also hope to see the emergence of "Song Fei's Record of Drug Identification" and "Experiences in Making Medicinal Products in Sui Xin" in the future."
After Song Ci finished speaking, the whole audience fell silent.
Then, thunderous applause broke out.
Song Fei looked at her sister's profile and thought: You blow, you keep blowing.
Song Ci's words filled Mo Suixin's blood with passion, and he exclaimed "good" twice in succession. "Good! Good! Great work! 'Song Fei's Record of Identifying Medicinals' and 'Sui Xin's Experience in Making Medicinal Medicinals'! Young people should have such lofty ambitions!"
After a long chat, they finally had a good meal. Song Ci used her chopsticks to pick up the coriander from each dish before lowering her head to eat. She thought to herself, if only Han Zhan were here, he loves coriander so much, and the coriander here is enough for him to eat.
After dinner, it was already dark, and Song Ci and Song Fei took the cable car back to the room.
As soon as she returned to her room, Song Ci immediately took off her clothes and untied the straps around her chest. She bent down and took a long breath.
Staring at her chest, Song Ci said worriedly, "Song Fei, will my breasts be deformed if this continues?"
Song Fei said she didn't know. She was a little melancholy and said in a tone of anger, "Don't ask me, this question is beyond the scope." Only those with big breasts would worry about sagging and outward expansion of their breasts. Those of them with small breasts don't have this worry.
There is no right to worry.
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