Chapter 71 is actually a clavicle control!
Wen Zhu took a portion of rice-crusted potatoes and handed it over. The old man quickly rubbed his hands and took it.
Before he could receive it, Wen Zhu withdrew his hand and said, "This is for my master. Are you my master? I remember you just said you didn't know me."
The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Zhu with displeasure in his eyes.
"Humph, if you don't want to eat it, then don't eat it, liar."
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, waiting for Wen Zhu to come and keep him.
Wen Zhu stood there without moving, counting silently in his mind: one, two, three.
As soon as he counted to three, the old man turned his head and walked back a few steps.
"Let me tell you first, I'm just giving you one chance. I want to test you. Only if you pass can I become your disciple. Otherwise, don't even think about buying me off with all the delicious food. I'm not the kind of person who would bow down for a little food!"
Wen Zhu handed it to him with a smile, "Of course, you can take the exam anytime you want. If you don't have the ability, I naturally can't be your apprentice!"
The old man couldn't wait to eat the rice crust potatoes. They were crispy and fragrant. As soon as he put them in his mouth, he squinted his eyes and made two "tsk tsk" sounds.
"Mmm, delicious, not bad. I'll have another one to go later!"
"Okay, Master!"
"You little devil, I haven't agreed yet!"
Wen Zhu smiled and said, "What's this little bit of food? If you were my master, there would be a lot more delicious things than this. I guarantee you've never tasted them all! This pot-crusted potato is just an entry-level item."
After saying that, he looked at the old man's struggling expression and continued to deceive, "My mother heard that my master came, and she insisted on inviting me to her house for a simple meal. There's not much to treat, so we just had simple dishes like spicy, fragrant, and tender pickled fish, melt-in-your-mouth fragrant and not greasy preserved vegetable braised pork, and spicy and satisfying stir-fried kidney slices."
The old man's eyes brightened as he listened. How could this be something he had never eaten before or something he liked to eat?
Why does it sound delicious?
The old man felt that the rice-crusted potatoes in his mouth were a little tasteless, so he couldn't help but cleared his throat and said.
"Well, then, considering your sincerity in becoming my disciple, I will reluctantly do you the honor of going and trying the food at my future apprentice's house."
As she spoke, she continued to eat potatoes proudly, not looking at Wen Zhu.
Wen Zhu didn't care either, smiling with a smile, "Okay. Wait a moment, I'll go home and do it after closing the stall!"
In her previous life, she knew how to manipulate the old man. Every time he got into trouble, she would make him something delicious and he would be coaxed into doing good. He would scold her harshly, but he would work hard to help her clean up the mess and teach those who bullied her a lesson.
Although he didn't remember her, she remembered the master's taste and preferences. Moreover, the old man's habits matched the master's taste and preferences one by one. Now she was even more certain that this was the master!
After closing the stall, Wen Zhu introduced his master to his mother, and they bought ingredients and went home together.
Qian Xusen curiously glanced at Wen Zhu's "master" who had suddenly appeared. He approached her and asked, "When did you become her disciple? How come I've never seen her before?"
Wen Zhu answered seriously, "In your previous life, you definitely didn't know."
Qian Xusen was speechless. "Just try to trick me. Humph, forget it if you don't want to talk about it."
Wen Zhu looked at him and said, "I'm telling the truth but you don't believe me."
As soon as he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, Qian Xusen was caught by his brother.
Jiang Qin invited, "Captain Qian, come to our house for dinner tonight! That way you two won't have to do it alone."
Qian Jingsheng thanked her, "Thank you Aunt Jiang for your kindness. Since you have guests, we won't come today. My orderly just happened to arrive. We can just make it ourselves from now on."
There was indeed a spirited young man in military uniform standing next to Jiang Qin, so he didn't force it.
Just say, "Then I'll bring you some food later."
Without waiting for Qian Jingsheng to answer, Qian Xusen readily agreed, "Thank you, Aunt Jiang! I love your cooking the most!"
After saying that, Qian Jingsheng nodded politely to the others, then dragged his resentful brother into the yard. Qian Xusen's painful wails could be heard through the door. "What? I have to do so many questions again. Please spare me, dear brother! You are my biological brother! Aren't you trying to kill me?"
The group entered the yard and found their second brother, third brother and father were all at home.
Wen Zhu introduced them, "Dad, second brother, third brother, this is my master of traditional Chinese medicine! His last name is also Wen. Isn't it a coincidence? This is fate!"
"Master, this is my father, my second brother, my third brother, and my eldest brother who is in college."
Several people were puzzled. Didn't she say before that she knew it from memory? How did a master suddenly appear?
However, they did not ask directly. Since their daughter said she was their master, it would be right to treat her with courtesy.
Several people greeted each other one after another.
In the evening, Wen Zhu insisted on cooking by himself and made four dishes and a soup.
In addition to deliberately tempting the old man's pickled fish, braised pork and spicy kidney, he also stir-fried some lard and vegetable sprouts and cooked a big bowl of fermented rice dumplings and egg drop soup.
After Wen Zhu was done, he served some delicious dishes to the next yard.
The one who came out to open the door was Qian Jingsheng.
His hair was still damp and steamy, and the top button of his shirt was undone, showing a less meticulous and laid-back demeanor than usual.
Given Wen Zhu's height, she should look people in the eye out of courtesy when speaking, but when she raised her eyes, she happened to see the person's collar.
So he quickly looked away and handed the dish over.
"Brother Qian, these dishes are for you to try. If they're too spicy, you can eat a little to taste them. It's okay. Just don't eat too much."
Qian Jingsheng nodded, "Okay, I'll remember that. Thank you for the food."
Wen Zhu was standing too close and it was not convenient for him to stare at the person's collar, as it would seem like hooliganism, so he delivered the things and prepared to go home.
Then he remembered something and turned back to explain, "By the way, if you really want to take a shower, don't use water. It's better to avoid scrubbing the wound."
Qian Jingsheng originally noticed Wen Zhu's gaze, which was fixed on his collar, roughly the area between his neck and collarbone. He thought something was not washed clean.
Who knew she would suddenly turn around, her hand touching her collarbone stiffened for a moment, and then she slowly put it down silently.
"Okay, I'll follow the doctor's orders."
Wen Zhu nodded calmly, turned around, went out and ran back home quickly.
I was shocked: Oh my god! She seemed to have discovered something incredible! Captain Qian, who was so aloof, was actually obsessed with collarbones! He even liked to touch his own collarbone!
If she had a best friend, she would definitely gossip about it with her best friend! Ahhh, but she can’t tell anyone, so sad! But how can that clavicle be so beautiful! And the clavicle dimple, what a top combination!
I really want to find someone to share this with, she needs a bestie!!!
Qian Xusen saw Qian Jingsheng coming in with a plate, sniffed, and said flatteringly, "Brother, let me help you carry it!"
"Stay aside, it's none of your business."
Orderly soldier Xiao Huang reached out to take it, "Commander, leave it to me! It's just in time for us to eat."
"You go get the food, I can carry it myself."
Xiao Huang ran to get the rice.
Qian Jingsheng took a bite of the spicy dish and put down his chopsticks.
Seeing Qian Xusen’s mouth full of chili oil, his cheeks bulging, he kept putting food into his own bowl, “Brother, if you can’t finish it, I’ll eat a few more bites to help you taste it.”
Xiao Huang was sweating while eating, but he didn't stop eating.
Qian Jingsheng looked at the two of them, pursed his lips, but could only eat something light. In comparison, it was bland and tasteless.
He said to Qian Xusen, "After you've eaten, do another set of papers to help digest the food. Otherwise, you'll only grow taller but not smarter."
"No!" Qian Xusen exclaimed.
The rice in the bowl no longer smells good.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
