After overcoming the shock just now, Su Qingluan moved his body left and right - especially his hands - to check whether he had been injured.
After all, as a chef, if he hurts his hands or waist, he will basically be able to say goodbye to the chef in the near future. Su Qingluan definitely doesn't want to do that.
Fortunately, apart from being a little frightened, Su Qingluan didn't feel injured - not even the minor scratches and contusions that he thought he had.
She moved closer to the tray to check and touched the outer walls of the container one by one - fortunately, no soup spilled out, which meant that the dishes inside were not seriously affected.
Thinking of the unusual air flow he felt just now, Su Qingluan was sure that it was not his illusion, so he asked: "Mu Xingzhi, do you know Qigong or something like that?"
Mu Xingzhi paused slightly with his hand holding the tray, turned around and looked back at the girl who was looking closely at the contents of the tray, with a slightly confused expression on his face: "What is qigong?"
Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, thinking that maybe the definition or name of "Qigong" was different in different times?
She was not sure about this, so she simply told the truth: "The moment I was about to fall, I felt an unusual airflow holding me up. I thought it was you using some kind of 'beating the cow across the mountain' or something like that." qigong……"
Mu Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, then covered his mouth with his sleeves and laughed softly - not the kind of meaningful or polite smile he used to have, but the kind that really made him laugh.
Su Qingluan's mind was filled with questions: "Why are you laughing?" Although there was no evidence, she always felt that her IQ had been insulted!
"Qingluan is really unimaginable. The term "beating cattle across the mountain" is a good one, but..." Mu Xingzhi came closer and teased, "If this kind of skill is taught somewhere, I would also like to learn it. .”
"..." You are really being despised, right? Su Qingluan wondered, could it be that she had a sudden burst of adrenaline to unleash her body's full potential and avoid injury?
Her thoughts were completely disturbed by Mu Xingzhi's sudden approach, but she never realized that Mu Xingzhi was actually teasing her about "beating cattle across mountains", but the question she raised was not answered.
At this time, Song Bo came over from the back kitchen carrying another larger tray. As he walked, he sighed: "Ms. Su, these plates and bowls of yours don't look big, but they are quite heavy."
Although he said this, Songbo held a tray with one hand and another smaller tray with a celadon wine jug and two wine cups of the same material on it.
Even with this "left and right weight imbalance", Songbo's steps were very fast and smooth, which made Su Qingluan think that the large tray in his hand did not have the weight he felt before, but was just a light model.
However, it was obvious that this was just an illusion. The sound of the tray being placed on the table convinced Su Qingluan that her previous experience of barely being able to lift the tray was not her illusion.
Songbo put down the tray and wine utensils. He only said "use it with caution" and wanted to retreat out the door as usual, but was stopped by Su Qingluan.
"Songbo, I've also made your portion!" Su Qingluan pointed to the various dishes divided into three equal parts and served in three identical containers, "Except for this one, the others are divided into three equal portions. Ordered three servings.”
Su Qingluan was pointing to the plate that looked the most conspicuous and occupied the largest area on the table. Songbo didn't know what it was, but it looked like the main course.
Songbo didn't seem to think that he also had a share, and his cheerful smile turned out to be a little awkward: "Ms. Su... I can't share the table with my host. Your kindness is appreciated by Songbo."
Although she had heard Song Bo say it before, Su Qingluan was still a little surprised: Mu Xingzhi didn't look like the kind of old-fashioned person who valued rules very much? What's more, judging from daily interactions, Songbo is obviously very trusted and valued by Mu Xingzhi. In addition, Songbo is considered an elder from the perspective of age, so he can't even sit down and have a meal together, right?
Su Qingluan's glance was a subconscious action. When she realized that the meaning was somewhat impolite, she controlled herself and turned her gaze back.
However, even this moment of sight was still too straightforward and obvious for people like Song Bo and Mu Xingzhi.
Mu Xingzhi looked at Songbo with a somewhat helpless expression, but Songbo smiled and said, "Ms. Su, don't think too much. This is not because my boss has too many rules. It's actually because of some of my experiences and I'm not used to being with others." Let’s dine together.”
Su Qingluan didn't expect that her unspoken questions would be answered by the two of them like this. She was a little embarrassed. When Song Bo said this, she felt even more embarrassed to ask. So she raised her head and looked at the two people opposite: "Then I'll put all the food on the table and let's have a feast?"
With that said, he began to place the dishes for himself and Mu Xingzhi, and by the way, he placed Songbo's portion alone on the tray that was brought over before.
Songbo saw that there was no similar container on the table, so he smiled and joked: "I think Mrs. Su has dug out all the usable dishes and bowls in our house!"
Su Qingluan smiled and nodded: "Actually, at the beginning, I thought about going to the town to borrow containers from Hongfu Building, but fortunately, the containers you have here are quite complete and enough, so I didn't spend any more money. That Kung Fu.”
After thinking about it, Su Qingluan asked again: "But I think the other furnishings here are very simple and nothing special. Why are there so many pots and pans like this?"
And there are so many of them in different colors, materials, and shapes. Those who didn’t know it might have thought they were in some tableware wholesale center.
Mu Xingzhi smiled meaningfully when he heard this: "You have to ask Uncle Song. After all, he is the chef in most families."
Song Bo coughed slightly uncomfortably: "Actually... I am so clumsy that I was not good at cooking at first..."
Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: Anyone who is used to frying the kitchen would probably have terrible tableware. Modern kitchen utensils, bowls and chopsticks can also be saved by using powerful detergents after being "carbonized", but obviously, there are no such powerful decontamination tools in this era, and it is estimated that the "explosion of the kitchen" incident on this kind of wood-burning stove will also happen More serious.
Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi with sympathy for a moment: It is not easy for this person to be able to persevere after eating the food of Kitchen Killer.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan was full of love for Mu Xingzhi's stomach and intestines, so he said: "The weather is cold now, and hot soup is needed to warm the stomach. Let's start with the soup - by the way, Song Bo Ruo I will eat by myself later, so I won’t open the container yet.”
Song Bo smiled and said, "This is quite convenient."
Su Qingluan opened two of the three soup cups, and Mu Xingzhi placed the two soup cups in front of Su Qingluan and himself.
As the lid of the soup cup was opened, Songbo asked curiously: "This is... egg drop soup?" But can the egg drop in the egg drop soup be so fine and silky?
