As he spoke, Mu Xingzhi actually placed his hand on Su Qingluan's wrist. At this time, someone nearby came over and said, "Is this gentleman also from the Xinglin community?"
Mu Xingzhi shook his head: "I only know a little bit, it's just that long-term illness makes a doctor." He lowered his eyes helplessly and looked at the position of his legs, then turned around and prescribed a prescription for Su Qingluan to calm the mind and relieve the heat.
Su Qingluan finally reacted: "What's going on? You just...just recovered from your illness and you're already prescribing me some medicine. Are you thinking that I've been eating delicacies every day these days while you've been eating plain porridge and vegetables, so you're prescribing me some unpalatable medicine?"
After she finished speaking, Su Qingluan breathed a sigh of relief: It was a close call, she almost let the cat out of the bag and said "you just came back", but fortunately she was quick-witted and changed the subject at the critical moment.
Mu Xingzhi smiled and looked at Su Qingluan: "It's not hard to drink. If it is, just pour it out. Drinking it will make you feel less anxious and less drowsy."
Su Qingluan only felt her heart beating uncomfortably after hearing what Mu Xingzhi said. Although it wasn't to the point of arrhythmia, because she didn't sleep well last night and was just accidentally startled by Mu Xingzhi, her heartbeat was more violent and heavy than usual.
To use an analogy, it's like feeling like your heart is going through some intense exercise even when you're at rest. While it's not quite "extremely uncomfortable," it's certainly uncomfortable.
So with a half-believing and half-doubting attitude, when Yaoguang went to get the medicine according to Mu Xingzhi's prescription, Su Qingluan's eyes lit up after drinking it: this prescription was not bitter, but had a little bit of sweetness, plus a cool taste like mint. Su Qingluan drank it in one breath, and after a while she was not so uncomfortable.
Mu Xingzhi watched her finish the medicine and then took her pulse.
It is said that serious men are particularly attractive, not to mention that the object of his "seriousness" is herself. For Su Qingluan, observing Mu Xingzhi carefully taking her pulse at such a close distance is a rare experience.
It must be said that he had a special kind of calmness when he was so focused that the throbbing little man in Su Qingluan's heart almost overwhelmed the rational little man.
The rational little man was unwilling to give in, and he lay on the ground and yelled: "Don't lose your mind! The other party is someone who wants to compete for the supreme imperial power. How can such a person talk to you sincerely and emotionally? Do the good things, take what you should take, and run away quickly, otherwise you will die without knowing how to die!"
The throbbing little man retorted unconvincedly, "I'm moved, but my IQ hasn't been affected! How could I not know that he's absolutely not suitable for a relationship? But can I take the initiative to decide whether to fall in love with him?"
The rational little man sneered: "If it's not your own decision, is someone forcing you to like them?"
The throbbing little man was not convinced: "A man like this who is both civil and military, handsome and has a beautiful voice, comes from a noble family, and always speaks softly to you, and he is also the kind of top-notch person that you never had the chance to meet in your previous life. How can you not be moved when you meet him? For such a person, it is a skill not to be moved, and it is not shameful to be moved!"
The rational little man continued with his sharp words: "Being moved, humph, you won't even know how you'll die after being moved!"
"I'm not going to risk my life for him!" the little throbbing man said unconvincedly. "Besides, he doesn't need me to go through fire and water. He doesn't even care about my little abilities."
There was a certain sourness in what he said, but the little man himself might not have noticed...
Putting away the inappropriate resentment and bitterness in her heart, Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi with some curiosity: "Why, do I have any other questions?"
"Well, I have some stomach fire. I may have eaten too much food recently..." In the room, Mu Xingzhi withdrew his hand from taking the patient's pulse and said with a smile.
To translate this briefly, Su Qingluan ate too much, which exceeded her gastrointestinal digestive capacity. In addition, she did not get enough rest last night, so her stomach and intestines could not function normally, and she was a little overfed.
Su Qingluan: ...Thank you for not saying it in front of so many people in the lobby on the first floor.
"You're welcome." Mu Xingzhi replied with a smile.
She finally reacted, and before she knew it, she actually said out loud what she had just complained about in her heart!
Ah...I really want to crawl into the ground...
However, before Su Qingluan could dwell on this socially dead situation, she heard Mu Xingzhi say, "Since my body has 'gradually recovered', I will continue my journey tomorrow. After all, my body cannot tolerate excessive travel."
Su Qingluan understood immediately: if Mu Xingzhi is a "patient", he naturally cannot drive too fast, otherwise his character will be ruined again.
So the next day, Su Qingluan bought her last "takeout" meal in the morning, then took out a small notebook and wrote something on it with a small brush the length of her palm.
Su Qingluan devoured everything with big mouthfuls. In Mu Xingzhi's words, her food was "very appetizing". And Mu Xingzhi, whether it was delicacies from land and sea or grass roots and tree bark, he ate at a steady pace, neither hurried nor slow, and his posture was very elegant, to the point that he could be painted in every moment.
Behind closed doors, Su Qingluan naturally didn't need to act polite by sipping small mouthfuls, so after finishing her breakfast in a few bites, she began to write something down in her notebook while Mu Xingzhi was still not done with his breakfast.
Yaoguang was also indoors, because according to her character setting, there was absolutely no problem for her to dine with her "cousin and cousin-in-law" - it would be "problematic" if she went out alone to dine with Songbo and the others.
However, in front of Mu Xingzhi, Yaoguang refused to even think of eating at the same table, her face visibly stiff and terrified. Seeing her once-straight figure shrinking to the size of a shrimp, Su Qingluan couldn't help but plead for her: "The door's closed anyway, and there's no X-ray vision outside. Why not just let Yaoguang eat at the small table next to them?"
In the end, Yaoguang ate at the coffee table next to her, but she was very grateful for this - dining with her host made her hair stand on end, and she probably couldn't digest the food she ate.
So she was still quite grateful to Su Qingluan.
Over here, Su Qingluan was writing furiously, like a poor student cheating at full speed the night before an exam. Mu Xingzhi asked curiously, "What's it writing?"
"I've been visiting all the nearby restaurants these past few days. Aside from yours, which is a light porridge with side dishes, the others are all signature dishes of that hotel. I'm sorting out their cooking methods, seasonings, pros and cons."
This is something of an occupational hazard for Su Qingluan. Her master, from her previous life, had repeatedly told her not to prejudge tastes and flavors and reject food from any particular region. Food from different regions has distinct characteristics, which not only broadens a chef's horizons and improves their culinary skills, but also opens their minds and provides inspiration for creating new dishes.
Su Qingluan is doing this job now - after all, although "Su Ji" business is booming and there are signs of continued expansion, her ultimate biggest dream is to cook, to cook delicious dishes with the aroma of wok!
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