"Thank you..." This was probably the first time Su Qingluan was wearing clothes from a member of the opposite sex, someone she was not related to by blood. She felt her cheeks getting a little hot, but she was not ungrateful, so she could only whisper, "I'm not that cold..."
Before she finished speaking, Su Qingluan felt a little itchy in her nasal cavity, and then - "A-choo!" she sneezed.
...Does this count as a slap in the face?
Perhaps Mu Xingzhi noticed Su Qingluan's discomfort, so he changed the subject and asked, "What is Qingluan writing?" Although his tone was questioning, Mu Xingzhi's eyes were very polite. Su Qingluan just subconsciously made a covering gesture, and he immediately turned his gaze away, which made Su Qingluan wonder if she was making a fuss out of nothing.
"Oh... it's the new product concept of 'Su Ji'..." Su Qingluan originally wanted to let Mu Xingzhi take a look, but she found that what she wrote was a mess, mixed with various simple symbols. Not to mention Mu Xingzhi, an ancient man, even modern people probably wouldn't be able to understand it. After thinking about it, she gave up.
"I just wrote down some ideas that I could think of." After her thoughts were interrupted, Su Qingluan's ability to perceive the environment gradually returned. She felt the gradually encroaching coolness and unconsciously pulled her clothes a little tighter.
Su Qingluan realized belatedly that this action was somewhat ambiguous, and asked Mu Xingzhi: "Why did you think of putting your clothes on me?" In fact, this remark had a bit of an ungrateful meaning, but Su Qingluan was so shy that she didn't know what to do, and even a little stressed, so she had to take the initiative.
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan's visibly irritated expression and laughed, "I know this is rude, but I have to do it for the sake of expediency. It wouldn't be a good thing if Qingluan caught a cold because of this accidental nighttime sleeplessness. What's more, even if I want to put your clothes on you, it has to be easy to get to, right?" As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully in the direction of the screen.
Perhaps because he knew that Su Qingluan would never relieve herself in front of him - even if there was a screen between them - the chamber pot behind the screen had been removed, so Su Qingluan now treated the screen as a clothes rack.
But after Mu Xingzhi's signal, Su Qingluan realized that although her clothes were draped on the screen, there was also something else draped on it - a pair of socks she had taken off!
Unlike modern socks which are ordinary clothes that can be worn outside, "socks" in this era were private underwear equivalent to "bras".
Because Su Qingluan still had a "modern mindset" for a moment, she would often forget details like this. This time was no exception. Since Mu Xingzhi was too gentlemanly and did not do anything inappropriate, and she herself was a carefree person, she simply forgot about the socks and put them on carelessly.
If Mu Xingzhi rashly took off his clothes and took off his socks with him, Su Qingluan would have replaced the socks with underwear...
Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!
Just thinking about it, Su Qingluan was about to tap her toes on the ground, not to mention Mu Xingzhi, a real ancient man, this is simply...
"S-sorry!" Su Qingluan instantly transformed into a bouncing warrior and quickly took off her socks and put them away. "I-I will pay more attention next time!"
bump!
Because she was too anxious, Su Qingluan accidentally bumped into the screen, causing it to sway back and forth.
Although the screen was only a thin layer, it was large and had a base, so Su Qingluan still felt quite painful.
But it's just right - Su Qingluan thought with a grin - the pain will teach her a lesson, so she won't be so careless all the time!
Perhaps he couldn't bear to see Su Qingluan continue to be at a loss, so Mu Xingzhi chuckled: "Didn't Qingluan say that it's not advisable to write for too long under this dim candlelight? If you're done today, it would be better for Qingluan to rest early, right?"
"Yes, yes, I'm going to sleep. You should go to bed early too!" Su Qingluan said as she fled into bed. After a moment, she was about to throw Mu Xingzhi's coat out like a bomb, but after thinking it over, she put it on the backrest of his wheelchair. "I'm going to sleep. You blow out the candles!"
After saying that, Su Qingluan covered herself in the quilt and pretended to be dead.
Mu Xingzhi pushed his wheelchair to the side of the candle and blew out the flame. From Su Qingluan's perspective, he did not delay for a moment.
But even if Mu Xingzhi only passed by Su Qingluan for a moment when she was scribbling those things, he was able to see clearly what was written on it in an instant with his excellent eyesight.
As before, there were many characters in Su Qingluan's writings that he didn't understand. Although Mu Xingzhi knew some of the characters, when they were combined together in Su Qingluan's way, Mu Xingzhi couldn't decipher the meaning - and he believed that the recombined words and sentences were definitely not the original meaning.
The only thing Mu Xingzhi was sure of was that Su Qingluan's writing habits were different from anyone else he had ever seen. Not only was she used to writing horizontally, she was also used to writing from left to right.
But he said nothing, asked nothing, and simply blew out the candle.
Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Su Qingluan was forced to stay up all night because she had written frantically for half a day because of the "sudden inspiration" she had yesterday.
So although Su Qingluan didn't sleep until noon like she did the night before due to a hangover, she did wake up a little later than the scheduled time.
After eating the wontons made by Song Bo in the morning, Su Qingluan remembered that she must have suggested to Song Bo before that adding sugar to cow's milk or goat's milk would relieve the spiciness. Later, Song Bo thanked her for this, so Su Qingluan went to ask Song Bo where she could find cow's milk.
If that doesn't work, goat's milk will do. Anyway, I just want to make string cheese. The only difference between cow's milk and goat's milk is the content, and goat's milk may have a stronger fishy smell. But if you only want to make cheese, both of them are actually fine.
In fact, animal dairy products are not that difficult to find these days, but if you are specifically looking for milk, it may not be that easy - after all, no one raises dairy cows separately, and raising cows is just for draft, so whether they produce milk or not depends on fate.
Fortunately, Su Qingluan was lucky, and Song Bo really gave her a small bowl of milk.
Su Qingluan did not just wait around during this time, but found a lemon - the vinegar brewed in this era had too many impurities and was not as good as lemon juice itself. It would be better to squeeze it out directly without the filtering step.
"Madam, what are you going to do?" Song Bo asked curiously.
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