Happy Marriage

The medicine house is divided into two exits and two entrances. The front yard is the consultation room, which is the place for meeting guests, sitting in the hall, and the center of the pharmacy. The courtyard is surrounded by bluestones, and there is a row of partial rooms on the left, which are divided into a miscellaneous room and a kitchen, which are convenient for decoction and tea. On the right hand side are a few clumps of green bamboo, and there are tables and chairs carved from white marble, with a pergola, which should be a place to eat in summer.

In the morning and the evening, the cool breeze is pleasant, and it is pleasant to eat here.

The backyard is divided into a study and a bedroom. The yard is quite spacious, planted with medicinal materials and vegetables, and it is well-kept.

Leng Nanxian's study has always been what An Sheng wanted, so he clearly remembered the location. According to Leng Nanxian's instructions, she went around to the backyard, reluctantly walked past the study, pushed open the door to the side, and couldn't help but exclaimed, startled.

There are no extra decorations in the room, and there are several puppets of one person tall and short in front of them. They have all limbs and are vivid, but they do not have an inch of thread. The body is densely covered with meridians or acupuncture points.

When he regained his senses, An Sheng walked in and looked for the puppet full of acupuncture points. He didn't realize that his head was big, and those tiny characters were like a group of flies dancing around, and he couldn't tell them apart.

With high eyes and low hands, her ambition was immediately poured cold water on her head. began to question his own determination.

The whole yard was extremely quiet, almost needles could be heard, and there was not the slightest noise.

This was Leng Nanxian's initial test for himself. An Sheng worked hard to calm down and began to memorize one by one.

As noon approached, Qian Zhou was eager to have lunch, so he invited Leng Nanxian out of the house for dinner.

Leng Nanxian glanced at the food on the table lightly, frowned slightly, and sighed invisibly: "Qianzhou, where is Miss Ansheng?"

Qian Zhou was suffocating his head to eat, and said in a stern voice: "She's still in the house, I like to ignore it, she said that she brought a food box, and we don't need to care about her."

Leng Nanxian picked up the chopsticks and chopsticks, picked them out on the plate twice, and sighed again: "It's said that once you are born twice, you will be a master three times and four times. Your craftsmanship isn't improving at all?"

Qianzhou scratched his head embarrassedly: "It turns out that the knowledge of cooking is as broad and profound as the son's practice of medicine, and Qianzhou can't understand the essence of it for a while."

Leng Nanxian squinted at Qianzhou: "If you want to learn medicine, you will dislike the obscure and difficult to understand, and if you want to learn cooking, you will be arrogant and arrogant, saying that you don't need Mrs. Feng's guidance, and you don't care about everything, you know everything, everything sloppy."

Qianzhou smiled flatteringly: "Qianzhou only needs to serve the young master carefully."

Leng Nanxian tasted a mouthful of the dish, and felt that it was bland and tasteless, so it was hard to swallow, so he got up and left.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Leng Nanxian didn't turn his head back: "Examine your homework."

Qianzhou suddenly had the urge to watch the fun and gloat in misfortune, secretly followed Leng Nanxian and went straight to the backyard.

An Sheng was staring intently at the acupuncture points on the puppet, and when he heard footsteps behind him, he thought it was Qianzhou leaving and returning, and said casually, "You and Master Leng will take care of your own meals. I will bring snacks every day. Dare to work for you."

Leng Nanxian walked into the room and saw that there was indeed a small and exquisite bamboo woven food box on the table next to him, and said coldly: "As the saying goes, one can't do two things with one heart. When eating, it is easy to suffer from indigestion, flatulence, etc., which hurts the stomach the most."

An Sheng turned around in surprise: "Master Leng."

Leng Nanxian took two steps forward: "How do you remember?"

An Sheng smiled embarrassedly: "The disciple is stupid and only remembers the locations of the thirty-six acupoints."

Leng Nanxian raised his eyebrows in surprise: "How do you know which is the big point?"

An Sheng pointed at the puppet: "When the disciple sees these acupoints calligraphy and painting, the ink is heavy. If you think about it, it should be an important point, and it will involve a lot, so remember first, so that the master's teaching should also be extensive."

Leng Nanxian nodded with satisfaction at her intelligence: "Then what about the second step?"

"Remember the waist and leg acupuncture points."

"why?"

"The five viscera and six fu-organs are where the medicinal power reaches. If there is an illness, the decoction and medicinal conditioning should be simpler and more effective. And below the waist, the medicinal effect should be slow, and there are more meridians, so acupuncture should be better. Also..."

"what else?"

"My girl, her father is currently incapable of doing things because of trauma. It is very difficult and hard to live. The disciple thinks that if he can get the guidance of the master, he hopes to do a little for her family."

Leng Nanxian snorted coldly: "It's too much for you, do you think that you can hang a pot to help the world and practice medicine?"

An Sheng was reprimanded, lowered his head, and said bluntly, "My disciple knows he's wrong, he just wants to apply what he has learned."

"Let's go out to eat first." Leng Nanxian instructed in a cold voice, turned around, but couldn't help but smile on the corner of his lips: "Also, don't always call me Master."

An Sheng was dismantled by his words. He stuck out his tongue quietly, picked up the food box on the table obediently, followed Leng Nanxian and left the backyard.

Qian Zhou had already set the dishes, An Sheng sat down at the bottom, and opened his food box. Although the food inside was a little cold, it was still fragrant and full of color and taste when one end came out.

Leng Nanxian froze with his hands and glanced at the food box. Oily, Bi Yingying, the appetite is suddenly born, and the mouth is full of saliva.

Qianzhou coughed lightly: "Miss Ansheng, your food must be cold, why don't you try my craft?"

One side spoke, the other stood up, and piled the dishes in front of him into An Sheng's bowl one after another.

His sudden attention made An Sheng feel a little uneasy. He looked down at the food in the bowl. He didn't need to taste it at all.

Where is Qianzhou's diligence? Obviously it was someone else's fault.

She picked up a little and put it in her mouth, and the taste and chewing wax were all elevated, so salty that it was hard to swallow. He couldn't help but glance at Leng Nanxian, wondering how he could swallow such a meal when he treats such a delicate and even harsh person in life.

She pushed the food box forward: "Even if my two dishes are cold, it will not affect the taste. If Master Leng doesn't give up, you can try it."

Leng Nanxian only made a soft "um" sound, with the chopsticks in his hand only facing the white rice in his bowl, he swallowed hard, and was ashamed to pick food in her bowl.

An Sheng got up and asked Qianzhou, "Is there any ingredients in the kitchen? My rice is a little cold, and I want to cook a bowl of soup."

Qianzhou couldn't wait to nod: "Yes, the ingredients and seasonings are complete, and Miss Ansheng can do whatever she wants."

Speaking so politely, An Sheng pursed his lips and smiled. After wandering around for a week, he saw a pile of dry wood piled at the door of the side room, and there were smoke marks on the doors and windows, so he knew it should be the kitchen, turned around and walked towards the side room.

Qianzhou buried his head to eat and didn't get up.

An Sheng lifted the curtain and entered the kitchen, and saw that the bamboo baskets were really rich in ingredients, and there were dried, fresh, mountain and seafood products on the side, which were dazzling. The craftsmanship of tyrannical things, I am afraid that they do not know how to eat these ingredients at all.

Because of the lack of time, she washed the casserole, poured boiling water into the pot, added cleaned scallops and shrimp, took green vegetables and tofu, boiled a pot of creamy white soup, and took it out with a handkerchief.

The food in the food box has been swept away, and other dishes remain intact. Qian Zhou graciously took the soup from An Sheng's hand, "hehe" with a smile: "There is Miss Lao Ansheng."

The little mouth turned out to be much sweeter.

An Sheng sat down. Qian Zhou had already taken the soup bowl. First, he filled a bowl for Leng Nanxianmandang and brought it to him: "Young master eat soup."

Leng Nanxian didn't even look at An Sheng, with a rare look of embarrassment on his face, and made a light "um".

An Sheng put aside the unbearable meals in the bowl, took a few green vegetables, and raised his hand again, Qian Zhou was already serving the second bowl of vegetable soup, almost gobbling it down.

This place is relatively remote and there are few restaurants and tea shops. Since the chef left these days, three meals a day are dealt with, and the oil and water in the belly are almost dry.

Qian Zhou turned his body towards An Sheng, smiling but not smiling: "Miss An Sheng, I didn't expect you not only to be beautiful, but also to be very good at cooking."

An Sheng held back his laughter and nodded humbly: "It's okay."

Qianzhou glanced at Leng Nanxian, Leng Nanxian just pretended not to hear it, Qianzhou smiled shyly: "Actually, you don't have to be so polite, bring your own food to eat, we have everything in this medicine house, but you just need to buy a pair of chopsticks."

An Sheng lowered his head with a sullen smile: "I'm worried that I'll cause trouble to Qianzhou's brother and annoy you."

Qian Zhou waved his hands again and again: "How could that be? Miss An Sheng is too polite. Today I'm joking too much. If not, I ask Miss An Sheng to stay for dinner. There is also a fresh silver carp in the kitchen. Qian Zhou braised it for How about Miss Ansheng's apology?"

An Sheng shook his head solemnly: "I have to pay close attention to the homework left by Master Leng today, and I don't dare to slack off. Brother Qianzhou's kindness is accepted."

Qianzhou looked at Leng Nanxian eagerly, Leng Nanxian pressed his fist to his lips, and coughed lightly: "Since Qianzhou has the heart to admit his mistake, then I will not test your homework for the time being, and I will talk about it after reviewing it tomorrow morning."

An Sheng's trick was successful, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoiced. In this way, he could copy a map of acupuncture points and read it at night when he went back to his house to read it at night, which gave him a lot of time.

She smiled slowly: "It's impossible to admit my mistake. Since Master Leng is willing to be lenient, then the dinner brother Qianzhou can talk, and I'm willing to help him."

In this way, the three of them are all very happy. Leng Nanxian got up and coughed uncomfortably: "Qianzhou remember to pack up early in the evening, so don't delay Miss An Sheng's return to the house."

Qianzhou responded crisply: "Young master, don't worry."