Chapter 37 37 “Because mosquitoes don’t eat old meat.”
The efficacy of Silver Moon Thistle is stronger than imagined, Feng Ci is the best example, but Qiao Tong's illness was caused by excessive worry, so the function of Silver Moon Thistle to strengthen the seven emotions and six desires must be removed.
Meiguo chose to add other magical plants to the soup, and this time she did not beg Feng Ci to try the medicine.
Feng Ci, who was used to being enslaved by his sister, was a little uncomfortable: "Why don't you call me?"
Berry: "Brother, your eyes have been watering lately. I'm afraid your eyes will be damaged, so I won't give you any more."
"You have some conscience."
Berry confessed, "It doesn't matter, actually. I used to brew magic potions just for myself."
After her grandmother passed away, there was no one to teach her, so she could only figure it out on her own. The worst-case scenario she encountered was that she turned into a little bee, lying in the flowers, drinking a bellyful of nectar, and then turned back into a new form when she woke up.
"Don't drink." Feng Ci said, "I'll go get Dad."
There are two men in this family, and he can't always be the only one to take care of things. It's time for dad to contribute to the little witch's career.
After listening to Feng Ci's words, Feng Chen closed his pen and looked up: "What? Magic potion?"
"Yes." Feng Ci emphasized, "Dad, Guoguo comes from the magical world, you remember that."
"nonsense."
Feng Chen looked at his three-year-old daughter and eighteen-year-old son, rubbing his forehead with one hand as he sorted out the important information: "You mean, your sister can make magic potions, and you drank two bowls?"
Feng Ci: "Two big bowls."
"...Do you know how old your sister is?"
"Three and a half."
Feng Chen: "Then you still dare to drink her medicine, do you want to die?"
"You should have told me this in advance."
Two naughty kids whose shoes were not even as big as his combined did such a dangerous thing behind their parents' backs. As a father, Feng Chen was both scared and angry.
"Don't do this again." Feng Chen said sternly, "Your mother and I are ordinary people. We don't have the ability to give you a resurrection cheat."
"I understand." Feng Ci asked, "Do you want to tell Mom about this?"
Feng Chen waved his hand: "Don't tell her, so she won't worry too. Where is the magic potion? Can I drink it now?"
Berry: "I'll cook it right away."
Berry did it right away. With a wave of her hand, a bunch of pots and pans appeared out of thin air on the ground.
Although he had known for a long time that he had an extraordinary daughter, Feng Chen was still startled and subconsciously turned his head to look at the windows on both sides.
Luckily it's one-way glass...
"Guoguo baby, do you want to cook here?"
The child wielding the large spoon thought for a moment and said, "If I cook it outside, my mother will find out."
Feng Chen thought so too, that way he would confess without being asked.
It doesn't matter. The study is very spacious. Feng Chen pointed to the open space in the middle and said, "Just cook there. Guoguo, do you need any help from daddy?"
"No need for help, I can send a few."
Meiguo started her business with great enthusiasm, but when she thought about what would happen next, Feng Ci found an excuse to leave.
Feng Chen tutted his words and muttered in dissatisfaction: "A lazy donkey will poop and pee more."
Although his daughter said she didn't need help, Feng Chen couldn't really leave her alone. In his eyes, Meiguo was just a child and shouldn't touch fire. Making magic potions required the intervention of an adult like him.
However, when Feng Chen watched the berries being thrown into the pot and stirred like pig food, his brain forgot to work.
Is brewing magic potion so simple and crude?
Is he a little too trusting of the child?
Feng Chen's heart was beating fast as he watched Meiguo stirring the pot with a large spoon and explaining considerately:
"Dad, if you don't stir the soup, it will stick to the pot. If it sticks to the pot, it will be bitter and it won't taste good."
Feng Chen smiled and said, "Thank you, baby. Go and rest over there and let daddy stir the food."
When Meiguo and Fengci were making soup together, Fengci stood far away with his mouth and nose covered, and never showed any intention of helping. Meiguo thought her father was so kind and she should have asked him to try the medicine earlier.
Meiguo gave the position of chef to Feng Chen. After the food was cooked, she sprinkled a few flower petals into the pot to embellish it. Although it seemed a bit like taking off pants to fart, Feng Chen, who was a daughter-slave, was quite satisfied.
This is the soup his daughter made herself.
Feng Chen was afraid of scalding his precious daughter, so he scooped out the soup himself.
Silvermoon thistle tastes bitter, and even if a scarlet fruit and two tablespoons of honey are added to the berries, it still smells bitter.
It's okay. When drinking the traditional Chinese medicine, Feng Chen didn't reveal any flaws. He blew on the soup with both hands and drank it without frowning.
Feng Chen savored it carefully and found it tasted like old Beijing soy milk with angelica added.
In his early years, he traveled all over the country and tried delicacies from all over the country. Naturally, he also tried the famous Beijing Douzhi. With this experience, he can remain calm when trying any dark cuisine.
Feng Chen didn't feel anything unusual that day. He wondered if it was because he was old and his metabolism was not as good as that of young people, so there was no effect.
Feng Chen held his breath. Forty-two years old was the prime of life. The lack of effect just proved that he had a strong resistance.
*
In the study in the early morning.
"No, I can't stop."
Qiao Tong was puzzled: "What?"
Feng Chen raised his eyes, which were free of distractions and filled with a fiery desire for work. "Who invented work? He's a genius. I love work so much. Time not working is a waste of life."
Qiao Tong couldn't understand his sudden enthusiasm.
What people lack most in middle age is the passion and impulse of their youth. Feng Chen felt like he was back to his first day at work. No, he was even more passionate than before, his mind was clear and agile, and he had endless energy.
Feng Chen loved this feeling.
It seems that the magic potion with adjusted proportions is more inclined to stimulate people's vitality this time.
Feng Ci was very disappointed that he didn't see the high-energy scene of his old father turning into a crybaby. He even chose the angle for the sneak shot, what a pity.
The next day, Feng Ci tossed and turned because of the noise outside. The weekend had finally arrived, so he wanted to catch up on some sleep.
Feng Ci opened the door and ran into Feng Chen who was holding a mop.
"dad?"
"You're up now. That's great! Mop the floor and go do morning exercises with Dad."
Feng Ci: "...It's five o'clock in the morning."
Feng Chen was heartbroken: "You still remember it's five o'clock in the morning? Do you know how much precious time you have wasted? Hurry, get up and embrace the morning sun."
There's something wrong with his dad.
Feng Ci turned around and tried to escape, but a strong and powerful arm grabbed him. Feng Ci's eyes were spinning, and the next second he was carried on his father's shoulders.
???
Feng Ci was so shocked that he was incoherent: "Dad, you...what are you doing?!"
With the power of the wild surging in his body, Feng Chen treated his 1.87-meter-tall son as a weightlifting equipment, carrying him around the living room to exercise.
Feng Ci, like a little chicken in his father's hands, was unable to resist and closed his eyes in despair:...
It’s over, his dad has turned into the Tarzan Ape Man, and he will be able to uproot weeping willows soon.
In the chairman's office.
Secretary Wu pushed the door open and walked in. "Mr. Feng, the new energy vehicles we launched this time have caused a huge reaction in the market. The stock price rose by 20% this morning!"
Feng Chen slammed the table and said, "Very good, announce that this month's quarterly bonus will be increased fivefold."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crackling sound of wood breaking, and the luxurious solid wood office desk was split in two.
Secretary Wu's pupils trembled:! !
Feng Chen looked at his hands and calmly ordered: "The quality of the table is too poor, change the supplier."
"...Okay, okay. If Mr. Feng is alright, I'll be leaving first."
Unexpectedly, the boss turned out to be a man with supernatural powers. Secretary Wu trembled with fear. Help! The boss wouldn't eat him up in a fit of excitement to cheer him up.
"It's okay, go ahead."
After get off work, Mr. Feng, who possessed divine power, smashed the front of a Lincoln and broke a 200-pound stone with one punch.
Secretary Wu: OVO
Is this still a human being!
It's safest to be with the boss.
That night, Feng Chen, who had so much brute force that he had no place to vent it, insisted that his 1.87-meter-tall high school student son and three-and-a-half-year-old daughter hang on his arms and swing.
Feng Ci, who was tortured beyond belief, yelled at the top of his lungs, "Berry!"
"Give Dad the antidote!"
*
This time the magic potion failed again, but the general direction was right. Berry felt that if she controlled the dosage a little more, it would definitely succeed next time.
Because Feng Chen's beagle-like energy was too annoying, Qiao Tong, who knew the whole story, sternly asked him to drink the potion to dispel the magic.
Feng Chen had no choice but to reluctantly remove the mask. He was depressed for two days, but soon became radiant again.
When the father and son met, Feng Chen looked at his son and suddenly asked, "How did you know Guoguo gave me a gift?"
Feng Ci: “Hmm?”
Feng Chen touched the small quilt draped over his body and said, "See? This is the quilt your sister made for me because she felt sorry for me drinking the magic potion."
The corners of his mouth curled up: "It seems that Guoguo inherited your mother's skillful hands. No wonder they say that daughters are caring little cotton-padded jackets. I finally understand."
Qiao Tong was originally a fashion designer. She had nimble fingers and was good at sewing all kinds of clothes. The wedding dress they wore when they got married was designed by Qiao Tong himself and took him a year to sew.
Feng Ci curled his lips: "Dad, don't be so childish."
Turning back, Feng Ci scowled and questioned the biased child, "Why does Dad get a prize for the drug trial, but I get nothing?"
"I tried the medicine twice."
Twice, even if he didn't make any contributions, he still worked hard. He lost all his face in these two drug trials. Isn't his sacrifice greater than his father's?
Berry stared at him with big innocent eyes: "What prize?"
"You're still playing dumb." Feng Ci was filled with indignation. "Dad took the quilt you gave him to the company and used it as a blanket. He showed off to everyone that it was made for him by his own hands."
"Ah." Berry was shocked. "But I made that for you, brother."
Qiao Tong couldn't sleep well at night, and the cotton made from downy seeds could keep her warm and help her sleep, so Meiguo took out a large bag of downy seeds from her small bag and used them to make a pillow and a quilt for her mother.
After finishing, there was just a little cotton left, so in line with the principle of not wasting, she made another small floral quilt.
I originally planned to cover my brother, but it was gone in the blink of an eye.
I have six points to make:
Is there anyone who can take care of his dad?
*
At noon, Feng Chen and Feng Ci were not at home, so Qiao Tong took Meiguo back to the Qiao family.
The Feng family and the Qiao family are actually not far from each other, but Qiao Tong has never gone back once since she returned to China. For many years, Qiao Tong has been deliberately distancing herself from the Qiao family. If she hadn't received a call from home in the morning saying that Qiao Dingshan was critically ill, she would not have gone back.
As they were father and daughter, even though she hated Qiao Dingshan, Qiao Tong considered it over and over again and decided to take Meiguo out.
As soon as I got downstairs, the housekeeper said, "Miss, the master is waiting for you in the study."
Qiao Tong realized she had been deceived. She turned away with a cold face. The housekeeper chased after her and explained, "Miss, the master is indeed ill. He misses you very much and wants to see you."
"You finally decided to come back."
"Qiao Yan said you were very ill." Qiao Tong looked at his father coldly, "What did you want to do by lying to me and asking me to come back?"
"Can't I see my granddaughter?" Qiao Dingshan's old eyes were as sharp as a hawk. His gaze fell on Meiguo and he was slightly stunned. "She looks so much like you when you were a child."
Qiao Tong: "We've met, so let it be."
"Stop, don't forget, your last name is Qiao, and you have half Qiao blood in you."
Qiao Tong ignored him and walked out.
Qiao Dingshan's deep voice rang out from behind: "Xiaotong, why don't you believe that Dad didn't hurt your mom?"
Qiao Tong froze, turned around and sneered, "Then explain why Mom disappeared right after your affair was exposed? It's been less than half a year since Mom disappeared, and you've already made that woman your wife. Even if Mom's disappearance had nothing to do with you, our relationship as father and daughter was already over."
Qiao Dingshan was speechless. He opened his glasses case, put them on, and replied slowly:
"I'm old and don't have many years left to live. It's your business if you don't want my things. I asked you to come back today because I, as your grandfather, want to leave something for my granddaughter. You can't make the decision for her."
He took out the equity transfer documents he had prepared long ago and said, "Sign it."
Qiao Tong didn't respond. She squatted down and rubbed Meiguo's little head, saying softly, "Guoguo, this is grandpa, call him grandpa."
Berry could sense that her mother didn't like Grandpa, but she was always obedient, and her mother had told her not to abuse the elderly, so she obediently called for help.
Qiao Tong took her to the desk and pointed to the blank space on the document and said, "Guoguo, Mom taught you to write your own name. Sign your name here."
"Oh okay okay."
Meiguo held the pen and wrote the two words "Feng Qing" in neat letters.
Qiao Dingshan was mesmerized. He had taught Qiao Tong to write in this way before. He said, "Xiaotong, take the child and stay for two days."
Qiao Tong did not react. He took the equity transfer documents, hugged his daughter and left without looking back.
After returning home, Qiao Tong took Meiguo for a nap as usual, but he himself couldn't fall asleep.
She tiptoed out of bed, opened the locked bedside table, took out a photo album, then sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed and slowly flipped through it.
"Mother."
A head came over and asked: "What are you eating secretly?"
The melancholy in Qiao Tong's heart dissipated instantly. She held the berry in her arms and opened her mouth for her daughter to check: "Look, Mommy didn't eat it."
Meiguo stared at it carefully for a while, then happily hugged Qiao Tong's neck: "Mom is watching people."
"Yeah." Qiao Tong turned a page in the album and pointed at the blonde, blue-eyed woman in the photo and said, "Baby, this is grandma, mom's mom."
Meiguo knelt down and looked at it for a long time: "This is grandma."
Qiao Tong smiled: "It's okay to call me grandma."
"Mom, why aren't you and Grandma together?"
Qiao Tong gently stroked the person in the photo with her fingertips: "Mom also wants to be with her, but she disappeared. She has been missing for many years. Mom hasn't seen her for a long time."
Meiguo probably understood what missing meant. She rubbed her cheek against Qiao Tong and said softly, "Mom, grandma is a little girl who has lost her way. Don't be sad. She will come back. Look, didn't she send me back to you first?"
Qiao Tong's eyes were filled with tears. That was right. If her daughter could go to the magical world, maybe her mother had also gone to the magical world and came back in another form.
She hugged her blood-related child tightly in her arms, knowing that one day she and her mother would meet again.
There were footsteps at the door, and soon a tall figure appeared at the door.
Qiao Tong was surprised: "Why are you back?"
"I was worried and came back to check." Feng Chen loosened his tie with one hand and strode inside. "Are you okay?"
Qiao Tong knew he was referring to returning to Qiao's house at noon, so she shook her head: "It's okay, don't worry."
Since they were already there and the timing was perfect, the family of three took a comfortable nap together. As the weather got warmer, mosquitoes became more rampant. When they woke up, both mother and daughter had red spots on their arms from mosquito bites.
Berry rubbed his white and tender arms and complained about the bugs' greed.
Feng Chen couldn't help but smirk: "Why don't mosquitoes bite me, but only you and your mother?"
Berry glanced at him with her big eyes: "Because mosquitoes don't eat old meat."
Feng Chen: “…”
Qiao Tong covered her mouth and laughed so hard that her body trembled.
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