Upon hearing this, Bai Hetang not only did not back down, but became very interested.
"When we get back to the capital, I'll prepare some more gifts for my cousin. It seems the old man still has two hundred-year-old ginseng roots."
I imagine that if I said it was to exchange for food recipes, I could get it.
"If I prepare a generous gift for the apprenticeship ceremony, I'm sure my cousin will be able to teach me a few more dishes."
Zhao Qinghe expressed shock at Bai Hetang's statement.
"No way, you're planning to learn to cook yourself? Isn't it said that a gentleman keeps his distance from the kitchen?"
Bai Hetang pursed his lips; this was completely inconsistent with his usual image as a refined gentleman.
"What do you mean by 'a gentleman keeps away from the kitchen'? Which restaurant's cook isn't a man? Does being a cook mean he's not a gentleman?"
They received generous gifts to learn a skill, all so they could eat well.
If we let the chef learn it, who knows if he might betray us one day and leak the recipe? That would mean paying compensation, it's not worth it.
"He'er, do you know how to cook those dishes?"
Zhao Qinghe looked at Bai Hetang with a half-smile, "Guess?"
Whenever Zhao Qinghe showed this expression, Bai Hetang knew he had reached the end of the conversation and could not ask any more questions, otherwise he would be the one to suffer.
Putting everything else aside, just the fact that Zhao Qinghe sprinkled some itching powder on him would be enough to give him a hard time.
Unfortunately, Zhao Qinghe's itching powder had no antidote, so she could only relieve the itch by taking a bath.
Warm water won't work; it must be water with ice added, and you have to soak it in it for three hours straight.
The process cannot be solved with just one bucket of ice water; the ice water needs to be changed three times in a row.
Putting aside the suffering of soaking in an ice bucket for several hours, the ice used for bathing alone was something that ordinary families couldn't afford.
It's alright at the beginning of winter, but it's too difficult in summer.
Without ice water, the only way to get rid of the itching is to endure it.
Those with perseverance can endure it for seven or eight days and get through it, but after the itch subsides, they'll basically be scratching themselves beyond recognition by the end of the day.
Whenever Bai Hetang consulted Zhao Qinghe about poison techniques, he would think to himself, "The most poisonous thing is a woman's heart."
Unfortunately, he fell for this woman who was "as venomous as a snake."
Moreover, whenever he learned that Zhao Qinghe's initial intention in researching these poisons was for self-preservation, he would genuinely admire Zhao Qinghe's intelligence.
"That's how it should be. He'er is traveling in the world, and there are many dangers. She must prepare more medicine for self-defense."
After we get married, we can work together to develop more medicines.
"When He'er goes out again, I won't have to worry about her being alone. From now on, wherever He'er wants to go, I'll go with her..."
Zhao Qinghe's expression gradually cracked, and she unconsciously withdrew her hand and touched her arm. She never knew that Bai Hetang could be so mushy.
She's just not romantic. While Bai Hetang was expressing his determination like a peacock courting its mate, Zhao Qinghe was pouring cold water on him.
"Are you sure that by coming with me you can protect me instead of holding me back?"
The truth hurts people's feelings, and Bai Hetang almost choked on his own saliva.
"He'er..."
Bai Hetang's shout was filled with sorrow and grievance, and even a hint of coquetry.
That's right, it's acting cute.
Zhao Qinghe felt her hair stand on end, but she still endured the discomfort and reached out to place her fingers on Bai Hetang's wrist.
She wanted to see if the old man across from her, who was acting coquettishly, was sick.
Upon realizing Zhao Qinghe's intentions, Bai Hetang's face darkened.
On second thought, He'er was showing concern for him, and she even touched his wrist, so Bai Hetang felt like he had taken advantage of her.
I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and almost floated away.
After taking her pulse, Zhao Qinghe lowered her head in deep thought, an expression that startled Bai Hetang. "He'er, could it be that I have some serious illness?"
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