Fu Yanli did not deny it, "Yes, it is getting stronger and stronger."
"I suggest you copy Buddhist scriptures, knock wooden fish, and chase Buddhist beads before going to bed. Otherwise, you will get acne on your face like Miss Jiang."
Fu Yanli was a little surprised, "You mean she..."
Duan Qingheng nodded confidently, "I've never made a mistake in taking her pulse. I guess she had a lot of erotic dreams and couldn't get relief, so she had an endocrine disorder."
Fu Yanli was silent for a moment, wondering what he was thinking.
Duan Qingheng smiled more happily, "Are you thinking about how to solve it, or who is the man in her dream?"
Fu Yanli gave him a nosy look and said, "You talk a lot."
"No matter how much you talk, you are not as powerful as you. Are you determined to marry her?"
"It's not urgent. I don't even know the type of man she likes."
Duan Qingheng took a package of dried fruits from the wooden tray next to him and opened it, "The dignified Fu family leader is strategizing in the mall to win thousands of miles away, but why did he fall on a little girl? If this matter were to spread, everyone's jaws would definitely be shocked. "
"You have the nerve to criticize me, how can you be so strong? You were almost talking about marriage, but you lost the person."
Maybe it hurt him, Duan Qingheng stopped smiling playfully, "Has the result of what I asked you to inquire about come to fruition?"
Fu Yanli shook his head slightly, "He disappeared into the sea, as if he had disappeared from the world. No trace was found. I guess he was avoiding you on purpose."
Duan Qingheng sighed, "As long as I can see her again, I no longer insist on whether we can be together."
The atmosphere was somewhat depressing.
Fu Yanli took the initiative to change the topic, "I'll leave the hot spring medicinal bath to you."
Duan Qingheng patted his chest and said, "No problem, I'll take care of it."
They didn't stay long in the tea room.
Duan Qingheng left knowingly. After all, the beauty is hidden in the golden house. Who would care about reminiscing with his brother?
At the same time, there is the study room on the third floor.
Jiang Yuan is standing in front of his desk painting with a brush. The pavilions, waterside pavilions, and mountains are so vivid and lifelike.
When Fu Yanli walked into the study, he saw such a picture.
He admitted that he was already moved, and he couldn't bear to break the beauty of this room.
Jiang Yuan finished the last stroke, raised his head and said with a smile, "Uncle, can you help me inscribe it?"
Fu Yanli twitched the corners of his lips and strode over, "Okay, I'll teach you."
Before Jiang Yuan could react, the right hand holding the brush was held.
She stared at him blankly, speechless.
Seeing her stunned.
Fu Yanli spoke softly, "Wishong, please pay attention to how you hold the pen. I will write with you. What words do you want to mention?"
At this time, Jiang Yuan's mind went blank, her nose was full of the Qinan agarwood from his body, and she had no time to think.
Fu Yanli repeated it again.
Jiang Yuan said calmly, "I haven't thought about it yet..."
"Then let me ask the question. Please don't move and relax..."
Jiang Yuan's body stiffened, and he felt that the entire arm was no longer his, so he could only follow his rhythm instinctively, leaving elegant handwriting on the paper with one stroke and one stroke.
Fu Yanli took away the big hand attached to the delicate soft body, "I wish, are you still satisfied?"
Jiang Yuan tried hard to control his racing little heart and read out as calmly as possible, "The gulls and birds are playing in a flock, not touched or frightened, and the mantles are lined up, as if they are about to greet you."
"Uncle, you did a really good job on the question."
"It's just borrowed from ancient poems."
Fu Yanli continued, "Wishong, when you feel better, we will go to the lotus pond again."
Jiang Yuan nodded, "Okay, I'll treat you."
Fu Yanli smiled and said nothing.
He also taught her how to practice calligraphy. It must be said that Jiang Yuan was really talented. It was not easy to be able to imitate seventy percent of the characters in a short period of time.
The two of them were sitting and standing, and Jiang Yuan was just focusing on practicing calligraphy with his head down. If he looked up at this moment, he would definitely see the tenderness in the man's eyes, which was very strong.
It has been two hours since the Chinese medicine was ready.
Zhao Lan held the azure jade bowl and knocked symbolically on the open door, "Mr. Fu, Miss Jiang's soup is ready."
Fu Yanli walked over and took it, "Give it to me."
Zhao Lan stepped back and thoughtfully closed the study door for the two of them.
Jiang Yuan glanced and didn't realize anything was wrong.
Fu Yanli placed the rosewood tray beside the desk, picked up the jade bowl containing the dark brown soup, and gently stirred it with a jade spoon of the same color.
Jiang Yuan looked at his slender white fingers quietly and couldn't help but get distracted.
These hands are so long, I must include them in my work.
Seeing that the stirring was almost done, Fu Yanli moved his eyes to her face and said, "Wishan, please drink the medicine."
Jiang Yuan quickly came to his senses, took the jade bowl in his hand, pressed the handle of the spoon with one hand, held the bottom of the bowl with the other, and drank up his head.
Fu Yanli: "..."
The little girl is brave and not afraid of hardship at all.
A piece of candied fruit was fed to her lips in time.
Ginger is willing to be put into the mouth to dissolve the bitterness in the mouth.
Fu Yanli took the jade bowl from which she drank the medicine, placed it on the tray, and then picked up the crystal cup filled with warm water and handed it over.
Jiang Yuan took two or three sips and handed it back to him naturally. The whole process was coordinated seamlessly.
Fu Yanli was the first to speak, "Yuanyuan, did you often drink Chinese medicine in the past?"
Jiang Yuan said "hmm", "Drinking Chinese medicine is already a daily routine. Sometimes I vomit and drink it, and then vomit again after drinking it."
Hearing what she said, Fu Yanli couldn't help but frown.
"As far as I know, the decoction that can make you vomit is not suitable for the symptoms, and there is no need to drink it anymore. Who can you ask to see it?"
"There is more than one Chinese medicine doctor. In the past six years, I have been prescribed medicines ranging from 100 to 80 years old. The treatment was all good at the beginning, but not good afterward."
Fu Yanli regretted that he had not discovered it earlier, and that he would not have made her take so many detours and take so many wrong medicines.
The field of traditional Chinese medicine has always been uneven, and there is no guarantee that it will be completely symptomatic every time.
"I hope you feel cold. Please be more careful in the future. It's best not to touch cold drinks."
Jiang Yuan remembered that time when he went shopping to a hot pot restaurant, and he didn't feel anything wrong after eating.
Who knows if they are alarmists and say that milk is not suitable for humans and that milk is for cows.
Whether it is intentional on the human body cannot be verified.
"Wishan, are you listening to me?" Fu Yanli asked helplessly.
Jiang Yuan nodded, "Yes, I understand."
It's one thing to know, but another thing to follow or not.
It's evening.
Fu Yanli ordered the servants to set up the copper stove pot in the dining room.
Jiang Yuan was very happy. He remembered that when he was a child, a family of three sat around the dining table, cooking hot pot and chatting while eating. That kind of happiness can be remembered for a lifetime.
Her parents always left the best for her, but now things have changed.
Jiang Yuan stopped thinking and waited patiently for dinner to begin.
Fu Yanli did not disappoint her, but brought her a surprise.
A large piece of standard and authentic Soviet-style hot pot is neatly placed on the dining table.
Fu Yanli could feel that the little girl was in a good mood at this time.
It seems that he did the right thing by preparing these.
The fragrant tomato pot was boiling, and Fu Yanli poured in the tender chicken, lettuce and handmade egg dumplings.
Jiang Yuan has been impatient for a long time, but he doesn't show it on his face.
Even though he had deliberately hidden it, he could not escape Fu Yanli's observant eyes.
Fu Yanli curled his lips and took the rinsed food into her bowl, "Wish it, be careful not to burn it."
"Well, uncle, you can eat too."
Fu Yanli didn't eat much, but just to accompany the little girl, he ate twice as much as usual.
In the kitchen, several senior chefs were discussing in low voices.
"Mr. Fu ate two more bowls of rice."
"This shows Miss Jiang's status in Mr. Fu's mind."
"It's beautiful and delicious, that's why."
"Now I have the motivation to cook. Before, it was basically the same. I even suspected that Mr. Fu lived like a god and did not eat the fireworks of the world."
"That's right, our Fu Fuzi is finally willing to go down to the lower realm."
"..."
However, Fu Yanli went to the bathroom and took a cold shower that night.
It lingered for a long time and could not be calmed down.
He put on his pajamas and walked to the room where Jiang Yuan lived on the second floor. He was about to turn the door handle when he suddenly realized what he was doing.
Fu Yanli was annoyed and walked upstairs again to the study.
At this moment, he desperately needs to calm down. He has no guarantee that he will do anything ridiculous.
Jiang Yuan, who was lying on the bed, was not asleep. When he heard footsteps, he suddenly sat up from the bed.
Who would wander around in the middle of the night? Could it be sleepwalking?
