Mu Xingzhi stretched out his hands in front of him. Even under the sunlight, his pale palms did not seem to glow with warm blood: "What is 'finger exercise'?"
"Just use your fingers to make various postures to achieve the function of flexible fingers, such as..." Su Qingluan thought for a while, put down the cutting knife, and gestured with his hands:
"A tiger on the mountain, a deer in the forest," she spread the five fingers of her hands to look like a tiger's front paws, clasped her middle and ring fingers, and straightened her other three fingers, raising them above her head to look like antlers;
"A duck on the roadside, a rabbit in the grass." She folded her hands up and down in front of her to make a duck's mouth shape, then put her index and middle fingers together to make a rabbit ear shape, stretched them out and jumped twice.
After doing the bunny hop, Su Qingluan raised his eyes and saw Mu Xingzhi's expression was like... he was trying to hold back a smile.
"Ahem," the young man coughed, suppressing the laughter in his throat, "It's so childlike."
Su Qingluan felt her face turn red. She quickly explained: "Actually, this is what I use most when playing games with my sister."
She teaches the little girl these children's songs every day, and the little girl learns them very happily, and accidentally develops a habit.
Now Su Qingluan suddenly thought: she actually taught children's songs to a young man who looked about twenty years old. No matter how he looked, he looked like he had a serious disease in his head.
ah! Why does she feel so embarrassed every time she sees this person? !
Su Qingluan said that she regretted it very much and wanted to disappear immediately.
But Yang was standing by and apologized profusely to Mu Xingzhi: "Mr. Mu, don't be surprised. The child had a high fever the last time I recognized her, and she has forgotten many things since then. Although her behavior was a bit erratic, she was completely Out of good intentions, please bear with me..."
Su Qingluan felt like crying in her heart: Mother, no matter how you explain it, it sounds like "my child's brain is burned out, don't argue with a fool", okay...
But thinking about the series of "performances" I just performed, I really look like a fool.
No matter how he explained it, it was getting darker and darker, so Su Qingluan decided to completely break the jar and just keep her head down and chop vegetables!
Since she had died in front of Mu Xingzhi again just now, Su Qingluan instinctively didn't want to face this person.
Therefore, she tried her best to completely empty her thoughts and prevent her memories from jumping repeatedly between two social deaths.
Due to his emotional emptiness, Su Qingluan's movements were completely based on subconscious muscle memory, so there was no control or disguise on his hands.
Because of this, her cutting speed became faster and faster, and even the shredded vegetables did not fall down, and she cut them with the next cut.
In less than a moment, green, light yellow, white... all kinds of vegetable shreds appeared densely and evenly where Su Qingluan's kitchen knife passed, as if by magic.
By the time Su Qingluan returned to reality from that selfless state, all the remaining vegetables had been cut into thin strips, and a large circle of people gathered around the stall.
Everyone, including Yang, looked at her intently.
Seeing her finally sheathing the knife, the crowd first let out a sporadic exclamation or two, and then there was a roar of applause:
"Oh my god, this little lady is so good at swordsmanship!"
"My eyes can hardly see the shadow of the knife!"
"I've been to the capital, and the chefs in the restaurants there are at this level!"
"I think you are bragging!"
There was a lot of discussion around, and Yang looked at Su Qingluan in shock: "Da Ya... you, what are you?!"
She knew that her eldest daughter had some talent in cooking, but this level of knife skills... wasn't it too incredible?
Although the stalls prepare a large amount of food every day these days, it only takes more than a month to prepare a full meal.
Can anyone really become so skilled in knife skills in such a short period of time?
Su Qingluan's thoughts were racing and she was trying her best to make excuses for herself.
However, at this moment, a voice that was beyond her expectation sounded: "Ms. Su is so good at knife skills. Did she ever learn from a famous chef before?"
Su Qingluan's heart "thumped", and when she heard the sound, it turned out to be Mu Xingzhi.
Although the young man still had a smile on his face at this time, his eyes looked over for a moment, with a probing meaning, as if he had the power to completely see through a person's soul.
In fact, in a sense, Mu Xingzhi's words were correct. In her previous life, she was an orphan and was adopted by her master's wife, who was already over sixty years old.
The master once did have a family background as an "imperial chef", but times changed and due to various reasons, he only opened a private restaurant after retirement and cooked homemade dishes for his friends.
However, the master was devoted to her adopted child. Although she died young due to illness in her previous life, she still had 20 years of "cooking experience".
But how could such a thing be said out loud?
In this era, if someone really knew that he was possessed by a lonely ghost, he would most likely be burned to ashes, right?
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan could only repeat the sentence back and forth: "I don't know why I am so good at cooking. I don't remember what happened before."
Anyway, she refused to admit it, and the place where she was originally adopted was a wealthy family's mansion. Naturally, she couldn't allow the country people here in Huaxi Village to come and inquire about the past of a fake daughter who had nothing to do with them. .
In this case, there is naturally no actual evidence.
So what if someone has doubts? There's no proof there's anything wrong with her, right?
But even though she thought so in her heart, Su Qingluan did not dare to look Yang and Mu Xingzhi in the face.
I feel guilty towards Yang.
But for Mu Xingzhi...
For some reason, she always felt that if the two of them looked at each other, the young man's slightly smiling eyes would seem to be able to see right through her, which was frightening.
Mu Xingzhi chuckled: "Then it is unknown whether the Su family's wife learned first-hand skills from a famous chef in some high-profile household?"
When Yang heard Mu Xingzhi's words, she immediately changed from surprise to realization: "That is to say, the family that adopted Da Ya is very wealthy, so it's not surprising that there is a great celebrity chef!"
Su Qingluan raised his head and took a cautious look at Mu Xingzhi: This man rationalized his "doubts" with just one sentence.
Is this just an unintentional coincidence?
But if it wasn't a coincidence, why would he cover up for himself like this?
Su Qingluan couldn't tell for a while whether Mu Xingzhi did it intentionally or not, and felt a little confused.
At this time, I remembered the voice of a middle-aged man with a sassy and hearty voice: "Xingzhi, it turns out you are here, making it easy for me to find you!"
Su Qingluan raised his head and looked around, only to see that the person speaking was a middle-aged scribe with a fluttering beard and wearing a light gray cotton robe.
However, he did not want to walk squarely and politely like ordinary literati. Instead, he walked quickly and naturally to Mu Xingzhi's heavy wheelchair.
Su Qingluan's eyes flashed, and she saw Yang stopped wrapping the burritos in his hands and walked towards the middle-aged scribe.
Woolen cloth? Does your mother know this person?
