Chapter 1598 Feng Clan: Have you asked about the meaning of the sword?
Yue Qinchun shook his lowered head: "You seem to be right."
Although he said this, Yue Qinchun still looked forward to Feng Yinan saying what Xiaoying said just now.
She is not young anymore, she can get married as a wife and have children.
"Okay, are you hungry?
How about asking Feng Yinan to roast a chicken for us?"
Little Cherry thought of food and licked her lips.
Yue Qinchun looked up at her and nodded: "I'm hungry, I also want to eat roast chicken."
As soon as she finished speaking, she walked straight towards Feng Yinan.
"Brother Feng, I want to eat roasted chicken. You roasted it."
Before Yue Qinchun arrived, the voice had already passed through.
Feng Yinan looked back in shock. He looked at the woman walking towards him and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Qinchun, what do you want to eat?"
Feng Yinan grabbed the cloth on the side and wiped her hands before walking towards Yue Qinchun.
"I want roast chicken, and I want little cherries too."
Yue Qinchun said again, "By the way, Jiu'er definitely wants to eat it too, can you do it?"
"sure."
Feng Yinan smiled so naturally.
Seeing the two of them resume normal communication, Little Cherry could finally relax her muscles and bones with peace of mind.
It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that the last two of the six medical doctors put down what they were doing.
"Are you ready?"
Little Cherry stood up and walked over.
"Um."
"alright."
The two medicine men stood up together, akimbo and kicking their legs.
Feng Jiuer was not worried at all that they would plagiarize her work, so she also showed everyone the analysis she made last night.
Her people are not people who only copy or flatter.
Such a person is not qualified to sit in this place.
"Let's go eat something first and fill our stomachs as much as we want. We have decided on a plan and then go out for a good meal."
Little Cherry looked at them and said with a smile.
The two pharmacists came to the square table inside together.
There was some dinner on the table, which Xiaoying had just brought back, and it was still steaming.
Little Cherry, Feng Jiuer and Yue Qinchun were full already, and even enjoyed the roast chicken.
After dinner, Yu Jingfeng stayed outside and didn't come in.
He couldn't help after all, standing was more comfortable than sitting.
After a hearty meal, the three women read and waited inside, as did Feng Yinan.
Feng Jiuer didn't know why after eating roast chicken, the two of them became inseparable again.
But the process is not important. What is important is that the result is pretty good now.
After the remaining two medicine men had filled their stomachs, all ten people returned to their positions in the morning.
Yue Qinchun took the book and pen and prepared to take notes.
In front of everyone else, they all put a sheet with their today's achievements on it.
Feng Jiuer looked around everyone, and his eyes fell on Little Cherry.
"What did you find?
Starting from Little Cherry, everyone talks about the results they get."
Feng Jiuer knew very well that when we were three together, we would have to be my mentor, and she must also know how to brainstorm ideas.
What's more, she is not an ordinary person, and she is still in the learning stage.
It’s great for everyone to learn from each other and grow together.
Last night was the first time I studied this medicine. I didn't have enough time, and I wasn't very energetic. Even Feng Jiuer's own analysis made some changes.
After everyone shared their analysis, they finally decided on a plan to develop an antidote.
By this time, it was already late at night.
Xing Zizhou and Long Shiyi prepared two tables of hot pot in the side room on the other side, waiting for the people in the main hall.
At the end of the period, those who came out of the main hall were cold and hungry.
When Feng Jiuer and others followed Yu Jingfeng into the side room next to them, they could smell the meaty aroma wafting from inside, and their stomachs couldn't help but growl.
Everyone went in at the same time and sat down next to the hot pot.
The meat is almost simmered, just put the vegetables down and brush them.
On a cold night, having a hot pot meal can really make people forget all the hardship and fatigue of the day.
"Long Shiyi, how is the situation today?"
Feng Jiuer asked after eating two mouthfuls of meat.
Long Shiyi swallowed the meat in his mouth and raised his eyes to meet Feng Jiuer's gaze.
"Miss Jiu'er, I was just going to tell you that this river is very mysterious."
Long Shiyi said something, took a sip of meat porridge, and continued: "We arrived at roughly the center of the river, and there was a whirlpool there."
"The current is so strong that our boat can't get through it at all."
"We tried many ways, but still couldn't get through it, so we had no choice but to come back."
"Miss Jiuer, I have already told Mrs. Yue about this matter, and she is still thinking of a solution."
"Right."
Feng Jiuer looked around and asked, "Why don't you see Brother Yue and Sister Hua?"
"I asked."
Xing Zizhou intervened, "They can't explain it."
"Um."
Feng Jiuer nodded and continued eating.
More than ten people gathered around two tables to eat hot pot, and the whole room became much warmer.
Feng Jiuer looked at the thinly sliced beef in her hand and thought of someone.
"Jiu'er, do you think this meat is thin enough?"
That day, when Feng Jiuer entered the kitchen, she saw Jianyi holding a long sword in one hand and a piece of beef in the other.
Feng Jiuer glanced at him and shook her head.
She went over, picked up a big knife on the stove, and occupied the position of Sword One.
Pressing the beef piece with one hand, she carefully cut off a piece of meat from it.
The woman used her slender thumb and index finger to pick up the cut pieces of meat, then brought them to the man and shook them.
"Look, this is called Bo."
Jianyi put down his long sword, took the meat from the woman's hand, put it together with the meat he had cut, and compared it.
"Jiu'er, you are so amazing, it's all light."
"I'm not good, I'm not a professional. I know those professionals who can cut much thinner than mine."
Feng Jiuer raised an eyebrow and said.
"It's much thinner, can it still be eaten?"
Jian Yi was puzzled.
Whatever Jiuer likes, he will work hard.
Unexpectedly, the ones I cut were not thin enough.
"Eatable."
Feng Jiuer nodded, "Put it in boiling water and count from one to ten, then you can eat it."
"This doesn't mean eating it raw?"
Jianyi asked with a frown.
"Not raw, cooked."
Feng Jiuer put down the sword and said, "Jianyi, practice slowly."
"It's easy to hold a knife and it's easy to control. Use your sword to cut my meat. Have you ever asked the meaning of your sword?"
"As long as it's you who eats it in the end, he won't have a problem with it."
Jian Yi said with a smile.
Others say that the great swordsman who cherishes ink like gold talks a lot in front of Feng Jiuer.
Sometimes, Feng Jiuer would dislike him for talking too much.
He would also make a cold joke from time to time, but Feng Jiuer not only didn't laugh, but also made fun of him.
After this incident, Jianyi became the person who cut the thinnest slices of beef.
However, except for Feng Jiuer, no one else could eat the beef slices he cut.
Jianyi, where are you?
Have you eaten yet?
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and put the thick slices of beef cut by someone unknown into her mouth.
