Everyday heroes

Chapter 438 Medicinal Bath and Zaoxue

Guan Lang didn't understand at first.

She thought she put down the bowl and chopsticks to praise the porridge, but she never thought of mentioning his nanny suddenly.

Think for a moment, and trace back from your mind which housekeeping company it is.

The moment he blurted out, he suddenly realized something.

"Haha. Today's dishes were not prepared by my nanny, actually." Guan Lang was still a little shy as he spoke, waiting for the other party's compliment.

But Yan Xiaoqing didn't follow what he thought in his heart. Instead, he turned his admiring eyes to Wu Yazhen who was at the side.

At this moment, she still feels that this young girl's cooking skills are really extraordinary, at least the porridge at noon is far better than most of the porridge and rice she has eaten in most of her life.

Wu Yazhen was baffled by her: "I didn't make this porridge, brother Lang cooks today."

"Huh?" A strange look appeared on Yan Xiaoqing's face, and then quickly suppressed it.

Shaking his head lightly, his tone was a little amazed: "I didn't expect Mr. Guan to be so good at cooking."

The reason why she didn't speculate on Guan Lang was because Guan Lang's appearance was that of a man whose five fingers did not touch Yang Chunshui, and she also thought that people's energy was limited.

Being able to excel in the fields of painting, post-production, and supervision, naturally there is not much left to focus on other abilities.

"If I had known Mr. Guan's superb cooking skills earlier, I would have come here to chatter more." Yan Xiaoqing said with a smile, pursing his lips.

"It's not too late to know now, I can come here often when I have time in the future."

"I'm just joking. I can't afford to hire Mr. Guan as the chef."

Food is the easiest way to resolve the strangeness between people.

While moving the bowls and chopsticks, while chatting, the time passed quickly.

A pot full of porridge bottomed out in a blink of an eye.

It was late, Guan Lang drove Wu Yazhen to school, and Yan Xiaoqing also left and returned to the company to continue handling business.

"Uh"

Guan Lang smacked his lips and frowned slightly.

Good medicine is bitter, and this statement is true.

No matter how strong the physical fitness is, the feeling of taste buds is basically the same as that of ordinary people.

It is impossible for others to taste bitter things, but he can taste a bit of sweetness.

On the contrary, it may be more bitter because of the sensitivity of the taste organs.

At most, the hugeness of the spirit increases the endurance, and there are gains and losses.

Putting down the brown-black concoction in his hand, Guan Lang sighed.

From this morning until now, he has brewed several Chinese medicines for invigorating qi and nourishing blood, and the efficacy of the medicine should not be weak for ordinary people.

But for him, it was like a drop in the bucket, little changed.

It seems that the three-point poison of the medicine has not been verified in him. Apart from the bitter taste, he drinks the tonic like drinking water.

He thought about the cause and effect, and roughly realized that there were three reasons.

Prescriptions, brewing techniques and the potency of medicinal materials.

If the three can be resolved, there should be hope for a dose of medicine that can help strengthen the effect of cultivation.

The former two are closely related to the skill level of traditional Chinese medicine, but the latter is limited by the difference in material materials.

It seems that we have to buy a batch of medicinal seeds and plant them at the base for improvement.Guan Lang thought silently in his heart.

It just happened to solve the problem that some medicinal materials were not sold in pharmacies due to their overpowering.

After a short errand, he returned to reading and research.

Traditional Chinese medicine is a broad and profound knowledge, and the deeper it is learned, the more difficult it will be.

Fortunately, he has already laid a solid foundation of knowledge some time ago, and has the advantage of innate learning ability. What he lacks is testimony and accumulation.

Until dusk and sunset came, he still barely reached the last two points of proficiency.

Chinese Medicine Level 3 (0/15).

"Congratulations on completing the temporary side mission - the road to refining medicine!"

"Receive the task reward: 2 points of character experience, the recipe [Secret Recipe for Primary Body Refining Medicinal Bath]!"

"Reminder: The secret recipe of the original medicinal bath has been transformed into corresponding medicinal materials according to the player's current collection ability, and the strength of the medicinal effect of the secret recipe depends on the quality of the medicinal materials used."

Guan Lang breathed a sigh of relief after reading the changes on the mission panel.

The most crucial one of the three determining factors has been solved by the system rewards, and the door of refining medicine has been fully opened towards him.

And there is no need to worry about medicinal materials that do not exist in the real world appearing in the prescription, and the notes and reminders are also very reasonable.

The winter solstice is coming quietly.

The cold wind howled across the streets, and the whole world seemed to enter winter overnight.

Unlike usual, the first snow in the south of the sky this year came very early, perhaps because of the cold air that was announced in the weather forecast yesterday.

Snowflakes are floating in the air, slender and faint, as beautiful as light feathers flying all over the sky, and pear blossoms are falling with snow petals.

Unlike the cold wind, the snow came imperceptibly, not at all impatient, but rather moist and soft.

Guan Lang stepped on a thin layer of clear snow, and stretched out his hand to tighten the white wool knitted scarf around his neck.

Gently rubbing the soft surface of the fabric with fingertips, I feel a little warm in my heart.

He was indeed not afraid of the cold air coming in this early winter, but someone was worried. Hearing that the temperature had dropped recently, he knitted a scarf for him to wear.

Ashamed to refuse the offer, and in order not to look awkward compared to other passers-by who were armed with sweaters and downs, he accepted the scarf.

"Wow, look, look! That man."

"So handsome."

".I know, it seems to be drawing stars upstairs"

Ignoring the discussions around him, Guan Lang stepped into the office building.

"It was too late to watch the new show last night, so sleepy"

"I really don't want to get up in winter!"

"Should Mr. Guan come today too?"

"It's cooling down, Mr. Guan should be cute in a fat dress."

When you punch in the card and enter the company, the sound of communication in the public office area floods into your ears.

The content of the male staff's communication is quite normal, but the topic of whispering between the female staff drinking coffee happened to fall on him.

Not all good hearing is a good thing.

Just like at this time, when he heard the embarrassing remarks, he had to pretend to pass by as if nothing had happened.

"Good morning!" Guan Lang nodded slightly and walked towards his office calmly.

"Morning, Mr. Guan."

"Morning, Mr. Guan."

It's like checking the teacher's passing in the morning reading. The original chatting over coffee and breakfast stopped in an instant, and only the greetings continued.

But when Guan Lang stepped into the office and closed the door, the voice resumed again.

"Xiaoguan always wears a scarf?"

"I don't know if I bought it or gave it to someone else?"

"You said, if I knit a scarf and gave it to Mr. Guan, would he accept it?"

Remove the scarf and gently coil it on the coat rack.

"call"

White mist came out of his mouth.

Guan Lang rubbed his cheeks lightly before sitting down on the chair without changing his expression.

He didn't know why his mood fluctuated abnormally today.

Maybe it's because of the rare early snow, maybe it's because of the scarf, or maybe it's because everyone is talking about the scarf.

Shaking his head to clear away his messy thoughts, Guan Lang picked up the pen at hand.

(End of this chapter)