While picking out the crab meat, Luo Wenyuan said, "Grandpa Zhou, Qingshan made the noodles with soybean paste specially for my grandfather. I wonder if they are still available. You can ask her!"
“Aoyama—!”
Before Zhou Dabao finished speaking, Qingshan continued with a smile:
"There's still half a bowl left. If you don't mind it, Grandpa Zhou, I'll give it to you!"
"No problem, no problem. Grandpa Zhou has a small appetite, so half a bowl is just right—!"
Zhou Dabao ate the noodles with soybean paste as he wished. He finally understood why the always sharp-tongued Luo Zhentian didn't "fight with him in the storm". It was because the noodles with soybean paste were so delicious that he couldn't even utter a word!
Zhou Dabao regretted not visiting Luo's house earlier. Otherwise, he wouldn't have eaten only half a bowl of noodles. It would have been great if Qingshan could have made him one too! It seems that he will have to visit Luo's house more frequently in the future. It's not that he is spineless, it's just that they have so many good things!
The meal was a feast for both host and guest. Lei Bei was groaning with bloating, rubbing his stomach as he strolled around the living room. Batur had a big appetite, and today's dishes were even bigger. Although he wasn't as pathetic as Lei Bei, he also felt bloated and uncomfortable. The Luo family's food was so delicious that even though he was full, he couldn't stop eating. How strange!
Seeing that these useless people were full, Qingshan took out a spleen-strengthening and digestion-promoting pill and stuffed one into each of them. He left them in the hall to digest the food and took Luo Wenyuan to the courtyard to pick persimmon branches.
Luo Wenyuan knew that there was space in the green mountain, and the soil inside was fertile, so even a chopstick could sprout. So he chose a branch as thick as a child's arm, chopped it with a dagger, trimmed it carefully, and took it to the east wing.
After Luo Wenyuan locked the door, Qingshan took the persimmon branch with a smile and gave him a sweet kiss on the face. Before Luo Wenyuan could transform into a wolf, Qingshan dodged and hid in the space, leaving Luo Wenyuan gritting his teeth:
You little bastard, I don't believe you won't come out! Just wait!
Qingshan found a jar, filled it with Lingtan water, inserted the persimmon branches into it to soak and take root, and then went to the medicine garden to collect herbs and learn medical skills.
Six hours later, white roots grew on the persimmon branches, and it really became a small tree. Qingshan found a place and carefully planted the persimmon tree. Before long, there was another kind of fruit to eat in the space.
As for the preserved fruit business, Qingshan plans to study it slowly during the winter vacation and there is no need to rush.
When Qingshan came out of the space, the room was empty. She guessed that Luo Wenyuan had left in advance for some reason. Qingshan pushed open the door and found Yin'er lying at the door, guarding her diligently. She felt relieved: Wow, it is said that dogs are loyal friends of mankind, and it is true. Except for not being able to speak, how is my Yin'er worse than a red light?
Silver Ear had already heard his master's voice. He stood up, shook off his black fur, and rubbed his big head against Qingshan's leg, acting coquettishly. Lei Bei and Batur had already left, along with Luo Wenyuan. He had developed a new magnetic ability and needed to report it to Qilin. Qingshan would be returning to Lian City tomorrow, so Luo Wenyuan had to take care of his affairs as soon as possible.
Only Zhou Dabao still lingered, hoping to get another dinner, mainly because he missed Luo Zhentian's good wine. Luo Zhentian didn't even take a nap, and played chess with Zhou Dabao in the living room.
The old man, well fed and full of energy, slammed his chess pieces, feeling incredibly proud of himself after winning several games against Zhou Dabao. The two old men battled at the chessboard all afternoon, shouting until their faces flushed and their necks thick with anger. If they hadn't known Qingshan was a psychic with medical skills who could protect the two old men, the health care doctor would have forcibly confiscated the chess pieces.
After Luo Wenyuan came back, the two of them pushed the chessboard away reluctantly. Zhou Dabao stayed for dinner as he wished, and before leaving, he took a jar of black plum wine, which made Luo Zhentian very distressed. His grandson's wife gave him five jars in total. He drank two jars in the past few days, and Laojiu Mengzi took one jar. He only had two jars left. How long could he drink it?
Qingshan looked at Luo Zhentian's painful expression and whispered a few words in his ear. Luo Zhentian's eyes lit up and a smile immediately appeared on his face. He pushed Zhou Dabao, who was standing at the door and chattering, out and slammed the door shut.
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