Five Hundred Years Really has great expectations for moxa stick.
After all, in half his life, he has never tasted such delicious food anywhere else. Isn’t it normal to raise his expectations a little higher?
But how can you still not feel sleepy after being seriously intoxicated for a long time?
However, the smoke from mugwort is really choking, and my brain is choked and clear...
But...you should stop insisting, after all, the moxibustion is not in place yet. Alas!
He was already irritable again with a frown on his face, but soon, his mind suddenly felt dizzy with happiness, as if he was sleepy, but his thinking was extremely active...
Oops, could it be that you were fainted by moxa smoke?!
The next moment, there will be no memory for five hundred years.
Until his head suddenly dropped, his whole body seemed to bounce and he woke up quickly, and the moxa stick in his hand suddenly touched the instep——
"hiss--"
Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to wake someone up.
However, for patients with long-term insomnia, the first thing they do when they wake up after five hundred years is not to feel sorry for their red insteps, but to say depressedly: "Why can't I just sleep for a while?!"
But this also proves that moxibustion is really effective, right?! He suddenly became more confident again...
The next moment, the muffled sound of a mobile phone being dropped on the bed came from the room, followed by the sound of slow breathing, which was quickly covered by the chirping of insects and birds.
…
When I woke up again five hundred years later, the bright summer sunshine had penetrated the trees by the window and poured directly into the house.
The mottled light and shadow kept jumping with the sound of the wind, making his head seem to have thousands of thoughts jumping around.
...Is there something wrong?
He turned over in a daze, opened his phone and looked at it - 8:20 am.
It’s only eight o’clock…
wrong!!!!
Five hundred years ago, he sat up from the bed in an instant and looked at the thick moxa stick stuffed in the thermos cup beside him with complicated eyes!
The moxa stick is very long, and a small part of it is still exposed in the thermos cup, but thankfully, the smoke in the room is not heavy. Looking down again, the remaining ash prepared in advance has successfully extinguished the moxa stick.
That's why it didn't burn all night.
But...this is the biggest problem!
The memory in his mind was only a vague impression of throwing the moxa stick into the cup, and all the rest were fragments.
And I received the express message at noon yesterday, and drove to pick it up yesterday afternoon!
Because the anchor told me not to do moxibustion at night, I watched the time and started at 5 o'clock!
But now...it's already 8:20 in the morning on September 1st!
After all, I slept for 15 hours!
15 hours!
The tears of 500 years are ready to flow down! My heart has been completely filled with happiness.
Who would have known that this would be the best sleep I’ve had in the past five years!
He is already over thirty this year, and is no longer the age where he can play hard, work hard, and stay up all night. But at this moment, after standing up from the bed and stretching, he felt that his body seemed to have endless potential—
If you tell him about a marathon now, he will have the guts to go for it!
But...he looked up at his feet.
What's the mess on the ground?
On the red wooden floor of the B&B, there was a layer of insect corpses spread out in large and small sizes. Although they could not be called densely packed, there were still quite a few.
There are mosquitoes, unknown small flying insects, black, white, yellow... and two big moths!
The most important thing is that with just one glance, you can count five or six cryptid insects, which is more than you can stick to your sticky insect board for several days!
"This is……"
Five Hundred Years Old couldn't help but be surprised: "Is this smoked to death by mugwort? Damn it, the insect repellent effect is so strong?!"
He instantly stepped forward, held up his own thermos cup like a baby, carefully took out the moxa sticks, and then carefully packed it in a sealed bag, for fear of being contaminated by a trace of moisture.
Where is the moxa stick here?
This is obviously your own life!
…
Song Tan didn't know that her moxa sticks were now regarded as treasures. She just used her usual peeling style and picked two more baskets of perilla in the afternoon and sent them to the mountain.
Master Qian's hands were trembling a little.
Although their arm strength as chefs must be amazing, no matter how amazing they are, they can't make sauce in the morning and still make sauce in the afternoon!
Isn't the watermelon jam just made? It's really seamless, leaving no time at all.
Not to mention——
Master Qian couldn't help but look at Zhai Xiaofeng who was standing aside.
I saw her squatting there with two large stainless steel basins in front of her, taking out perilla leaves one by one from the baskets.
The perilla leaves looked fluffy and didn't have much weight, but I grabbed them one by one and didn't even get to the bottom for a long time!
Seeing that the basin was full, Zhai Xiaofeng realized something was wrong: "This basket... is too full..."
Song Tan came closer, with a trace of confusion and innocence in his eyes: "Is it very full? I saw that the basket only contained so little, and it felt a bit wasteful, so I pressed down hard."
She has fair skin and a thin figure. At first glance, you can tell that she is not the type to do farm work.
So Zhai Xiaofeng didn't take it seriously, but comforted the capitalist: "It's okay, pretending like this will save you running back and forth... Besides, boiling perilla sauce is very simple, just wait for me to soak it in salt and then it will be done"
Take it out and chop it directly."
Song Tan squatted there and looked at Zhai Xiaofeng, and now said extra diligently: "I'm here to help you!"
At the same time, he praised: "Actually, it's because Master Qian is here that I dare to pick it so boldly!"
"Who doesn't know that it's great to meet a chef like Master Qian once! I also took the time to try more of Master Qian's skills, and by the way, I asked my brother to steal a chef..."
When Song Capital talks, he can fool people into confusion in an instant.
For example, at this moment, Master Qian was walking past her, and he couldn't help but feel happy, but secretly he felt like there was something stuck in his head, which he didn't even get rid of after walking around the construction site several times.
But...what's the blockage?
Master Qian didn't notice.
He was just full of confidence at the moment - Lao Song, even though you have been working here for a long time. But there are some ingredients that you can't even think of because of your geographical limitations, so you still have to rely on him!
This perilla sauce cannot survive without him!
Just thinking about this made him feel full of energy, and even his posture when holding the knife was particularly upright.
"Xiao Feng, just soak the perilla salt water and drain it. By the way, you can light the fire on the stove. I'll do the chopping of vegetables!"
"This perilla has to be cooked into sauce, and the leaves have to be chopped into small pieces. You young people can't handle it, so I have to do it!"
Zhai Xiaofeng's expression was extremely strange——
Just this morning, at around ten or eleven o'clock, she didn't help cut those pots of perilla? She didn't say there was any problem at that time!
What's more, chop the vegetable leaves...who doesn't know how to do this?
