Su Qingluan's meal lasted from dawn to the afternoon, when it was already dark outside.
Although it is not sunset yet at this time, it is still setting.
Even though Su Qingluan was considered a very experienced chef, she hadn't been so busy from morning to night for a long time, so she was a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, although Su Qingluan was in charge of the kitchen this time, she was not just a cook, but could sit down and enjoy the food together.
So there is no need to be busy in the kitchen for most of the day like in some times in the previous life, and then stand by to introduce to everyone what ingredients are used in each dish and what the taste is like.
When almost all the dishes were ready to be served, Su Qingluan still went to the front to call Song Bo for help - there were several dishes that could be considered "heavyweights" - they were truly "heavy", and she couldn't carry them with her current skinny physique.
"Wow, what on earth is this huge plate?" Song Bo was holding up a plate that was the size of a washbasin and covered with a curved lid, and he was dumbfounded. "It's really hard to believe you could find such a big plate among all these pots and pans!"
Su Qingluan also breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there are appropriate containers, otherwise I would have to change the menu."
Song Bo was curious. "Why? Do different ingredients require different containers?"
Su Qingluan nodded: "Different ingredients have different shapes, so they naturally need to be set off with different containers. This can make the appearance more beautiful. Sometimes, the right container can also make the meal smoother."
Fortunately, Mu Xingzhi has a fairly complete range of containers, which gives her more room to play.
"These plates and bowls are all covered with lids, which is quite mysterious." Song Bo looked at the largest plate in his hand with some curiosity.
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "After all, the weather is getting colder. This will better ensure that the dishes do not lose temperature. Otherwise, the taste will be much worse."
Although she asked Song Bo for help, the amount on Su Qingluan's tray was not light. According to her rough estimate, the dishes on this tray weighed at least ten pounds - but it was no wonder. Although there were four dishes, one soup and one staple food, Su Qingluan calculated the amount for three people.
This made Song Bo feel a little embarrassed but also very happy. The result of his happiness was that he wanted to help Su Qingluan with more work - so he happily went to the kitchen to bring over the remaining dishes, and asked Su Qingluan and Mu Xingzhi to sit down and eat first.
Su Qingluan thought about it and realized that the remaining dishes had rich soups, which would easily spill out if she was not careful. She had seen Song Bo's footwork, which allowed him to climb mountains and cross rivers as if it were flat ground, so she naturally trusted him.
It would be troublesome if I accidentally spilled the soup myself - just after complaining about myself like this, Su Qingluan felt like she had stepped on empty air.
broken!
The kitchen of Mu Xing's house is in the backyard, but there is a two-story staircase from the backyard to the dining hall in the front!
To get from the front door to the hall, one needs to climb two flights of stairs from below. Su Qingluan often enters the hall from the front door, so she always subconsciously thinks that there should be "stairs" here.
But she forgot that she was entering from the back door and had to go down a step first!
So Su Qingluan watched as the tray of ingredients in her hand was about to be scattered like flowers from the sky.
What's even more tragic is that when Su Qingluan came over, Mu Xingzhi also pushed his wheelchair over, probably wanting to take the tray from her hand.
"Get out of the way!" Otherwise, her delicate and gentle face would turn into a pancake! Su Qingluan only had time to shout this before she closed her eyes resignedly and welcomed a face-to-face embrace with the earth.
“Plop!”
“Click!”
Following two consecutive noises, Su Qingluan felt that the sound of the plates and bowls breaking did not seem so loud, and her falling posture was not so awkward - and she didn't know if it was her illusion, but there seemed to be a gentle force that lifted her up from in front of her, like an updraft, turning her original "spreading posture" into a sitting position on the ground.
Moreover, the force of falling is completely different from the feeling of falling to the ground.
After the initial shock, Su Qingluan slowly opened her eyes. She originally thought that Mu Xingzhi's bamboo-colored gown would turn into a "colorful map", but when she carefully opened her eyes and looked at the opposite side, she found that the other party was not only covered in dirt, but there was not even a stain on him!
What just happened?
She was a little confused, so she asked directly.
"I wanted to come out to greet Qingluan, but I never thought I would receive such a 'big gift'," Mu Xingzhi said in a very teasing tone, "I treat Qingluan as a friend. There is no need to be so polite between friends. Please... be casual..." Although he spoke politely, there was an obvious smile in Mu Xingzhi's eyes.
Su Qingluan was speechless: ...Thank you so much, I thank you on behalf of my ancestors for eight generations, you are such a nice person!
"It's nothing. I just feel that you are not young anymore. Although it's not a festival, I still wish you good fortune like the long-flowing water of the East China Sea and a long life like the evergreen pines of the Southern Mountains." Su Qingluan said with a forced smile.
Su Qingluan's two words of blessing were indeed nice words, but they were mostly used to congratulate someone on his or her birthday - the emphasis was not on "birthday congratulations" but on "longevity".
Mu Xingzhi also knew that Su Qingluan was a little unhappy because she was teasing him, so she started to tease him about being old and needing to be "celebrated on his birthday".
Su Qingluan was indeed a little annoyed. After all, she had just been startled, and now she was being teased. However, she was the type to confront someone directly if she was upset. Seeing that Mu Xingzhi didn't get angry, and instead put the tray down and moved the wheelchair towards her, her slight annoyance vanished.
Su Qingluan didn't know whether the upward airflow she just felt was an illusion, but when she looked at the man opposite her, his expression was the same as usual, and she didn't notice anything unusual.
...Is it an illusion?
but--
"I didn't realize that although you are thin, you are stronger than I thought!" Su Qingluan sighed, "I need two hands to hold the tray, but you can hold it steadily with one hand." She stared at the tray on the table and sighed.
Mu Xingzhi only smiled slightly, bent down and helped Su Qingluan up: "After all, you are still growing and your strength is not enough. Although I am not strong enough, I am a man after all."
For a moment, Su Qingluan was a little confused: Is this really the case? She knew that her strength was not yet comparable to that of a real adult, but...was her strength in this life really that weak?
Normally, she doesn't find cooking very strenuous, does she? Su Qingluan thought uncertainly.
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