After recovering from the momentary shock, Su Qingluan moved her body left and right—especially her hands—to check if she was injured.
After all, as a chef, if he injured his hands or waist, he would basically have to say goodbye to the kitchen for a while, which Su Qingluan definitely didn't want.
Fortunately, apart from being a little frightened, Su Qingluan did not feel any injury - not even the minor scratches and bruises that she had originally thought were there.
She went to the tray again and checked and touched the outer walls of the container one by one - fortunately, no soup spilled out, which meant that the dishes inside were not seriously affected.
Thinking of the unusual airflow she had just felt, Su Qingluan was sure it wasn't her illusion, so she asked, "Mu Xingzhi, do you know anything like qigong?"
Mu Xingzhi paused slightly as he was holding the tray. He turned back to look at the girl who had come closer to observe the contents of the tray, his expression slightly confused. "What is Qigong?"
Su Qingluan was stunned and thought that maybe the definition or name of "qigong" was different in different eras?
She wasn't sure about this, so she just told the truth: "Just when I was about to fall, I felt as if there was an unusual airflow holding me up. I thought you were using some kind of Qigong like 'shooting the bull from behind the mountain'..."
Mu Xingzhi was stunned at first, then he covered his mouth with his sleeves and laughed softly - not the kind of meaningful smile or the one that maintained superficial politeness, but the kind that made him genuinely amused.
Su Qingluan's mind was full of question marks: "What are you laughing at?" Although there was no evidence, she always felt that her IQ was insulted!
"Qingluan is really imaginative. The phrase 'shooting the bull from behind the mountain' is quite good, but..." Mu Xingzhi leaned closer and teased, "If this kind of technique is taught somewhere, I'd also like to learn it."
"..." Was she really being looked down upon? Su Qingluan wondered if it was because of a sudden burst of adrenaline that she unleashed her full potential, thus avoiding injury?
Her thoughts were completely disrupted by Mu Xingzhi's sudden approach, but she didn't realize that Mu Xingzhi was just teasing her about the phrase "shooting the cow from behind the mountain". However, the question she raised itself was not answered.
At this time, Song Bo came over from the kitchen carrying another larger tray. He sighed as he walked over, "Madam Su, these plates and bowls may not look big, but they are quite heavy."
Although he said this, Song Bo held a tray in one hand and another smaller tray in the other hand, on which was placed a celadon wine pot and two wine cups of the same material.
Even though there was such an "imbalance in weight", Song Bo's steps were very fast and steady, which made Su Qingluan feel that the large tray in his hand did not have the weight she had felt before, but was just a light model.
However, it was obvious that this was just an illusion. The sound of the tray placed on the table made Su Qingluan sure that her previous experience of being unable to lift the tray was not an illusion.
Song Bo put down the tray and wine utensils, left a word "Enjoy your meal" and wanted to retreat to the door as usual, but was stopped by Su Qingluan.
"Song Bo, I made your portion too!" Su Qingluan pointed to the various dishes that were divided into three equal parts and served in three identical containers. "Except for this one, the others are divided into three parts."
What Su Qingluan was pointing at was the large plate that looked the most eye-catching and occupied the largest area on the table. Song Bo didn't know what it was, but it looked like the main dish.
Song Bo didn't seem to expect that he would have a share, and his originally cheerful smile became a little awkward: "Madam Su... I can't sit at the same table with the host. I appreciate your kindness."
Although she had heard Song Bo say this before, Su Qingluan was still a little surprised: Mu Xingzhi didn't seem like the old-fashioned person who valued rules so much, did he? Moreover, from their daily interactions, it was obvious that Song Bo was trusted and valued by Mu Xingzhi. Moreover, Song Bo's age made him an elder, so he couldn't even sit down for a meal together, right?
Su Qingluan's glance was a subconscious action. When she realized that the implication was somewhat impolite, she controlled herself and turned her gaze back.
However, even such a fleeting glance was still too direct and obvious to people like Song Bo and Mu Xingzhi.
Mu Xingzhi looked at Song Bo with a somewhat helpless expression, but Song Bo smiled and said, "Madam Su, don't think too much. This is not because the host has too many rules. It's really because of some of my experiences. I'm not used to dining with others."
Su Qingluan hadn't expected that her unspoken questions would be exposed by the two of them. She was feeling a little embarrassed, and after hearing Song Bo's words, she felt even more embarrassed to ask further questions. So she looked up at the two people opposite her and said, "Then I'll set out all the food, and we'll start the meal."
As he spoke, he began to arrange the dishes for himself and Mu Xingzhi, and placed Song Bo's portion separately on the tray that had been brought over earlier.
Song Bo saw that there were no duplicate containers on the table, and he joked with a smile: "I think Madam Su has turned out all the usable plates and bowls in our house!"
Su Qingluan smiled and nodded. "Actually, at first, I thought about going to Hongfulou in town to borrow some containers, but luckily I saw that you guys have a complete range of containers here, which is enough, so I didn't bother with that."
After thinking for a moment, Su Qingluan asked again, "But I see that the other furnishings here are very simple, nothing special. Why are there so many pots, pans, and bowls?"
There are all kinds of colors, materials, and shapes. If you don’t know, you might think you have entered a tableware wholesale center.
Mu Xingzhi smiled meaningfully when he heard this: "You'll have to ask Song Bo about this. After all, he's the one who cooks most of the time at home."
Song Bo coughed uncomfortably, "Actually... I'm clumsy and wasn't very good at cooking at first..."
Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: if someone frequently had kitchen explosions, their tableware would probably be in a terrible state. Modern kitchen utensils and dishes could be salvaged with a strong detergent after being "carbonized," but it was obvious that such powerful cleaning tools were not available in this era, and a "kitchen explosion" incident on a wood-burning stove would probably be more serious.
Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi with some sympathy: It's not easy for this man to be able to persist in eating the food of the kitchen killer.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan felt compassion for Mu Xingzhi's stomach and said, "The weather is cold now, and hot soup is needed to warm the stomach. Let's start with the soup. By the way, if Song Bo eats alone later, I won't open the container yet."
Song Bo smiled and said, "That's convenient."
Su Qingluan opened two of the three soup bowls, and Mu Xingzhi placed the two soup bowls in front of Su Qingluan and himself respectively.
As the lid of the soup bowl was opened, Song Bo asked curiously, "Is this... egg drop soup?" But can the egg drops in egg drop soup be so fine and dense as silk threads?
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