I swept the entertainment circle with the medicine pot

Yao Wangyou gave a certain narcissist a blank look, put his fingers on Xuan Mingcheng's wrist, and gently pressed his fingertips on the pulse gate.

"Hmm... The pulse is stringy and frequent. It governs dampness and heat in the liver and gallbladder. It is more common when the liver stagnation turns into fire, and the liver yang is hyperactive. You are not in a good mood recently." Yao Wangyou withdrew his hand, felt the pulse of the other hand, Turning around and taking a look at the clay pot, seeing that it was almost done, he turned off the fire, "But you are in good health, take a good rest these few days, don't eat randomly, and you will recover soon."

Xuan Mingcheng wanted to say that since he had a cat to masturbate, he had actually become much happier, but Yao Wangyou obviously didn't intend to listen to what he had to say, so he took out a white porcelain bowl from the disinfection cupboard, filled it with a spoonful of soup, After shaking, he took a sip lightly.

"It's time to drink." He said to Xuan Mingcheng.

Xuan Mingcheng walked over, leaned closer to the casserole and smelled it, and looked at Yao Wangyou with some surprise: "I also asked someone to make some medicinal food before, why is it different from yours?"

"What's different?" Yao Wangyou glanced at him, then turned to Aunt Xiang and said, "Aunt Xiang, you have a bowl too."

Xuan Mingcheng took a bowl full of thick soup from Aunt Xiang, and followed Yao Wangyou out, the aroma of the soup penetrated his nostrils, making him feel even hungrier.But President Xuanda absolutely didn't allow himself to be so ugly while walking and eating, so he had to divert his attention and explained to Yao Wangyou: "The stew they make always smells like medicine."

"Oh, don't they understand?" Yao Wangyou said casually, and sat down at the dining table.

"He's a chef in a star hotel, how could he not understand?" Xuan Mingcheng sat across from Yao Wangyou and stared at him.

Although Yao Wangyou didn't understand what "star hotel" meant, but from Xuan Mingcheng's tone, he seemed to have hired a very good cook, so he pointed aside and said, "Is that what you mean?"

Xuan Mingcheng just took a sip of delicious chicken soup, and the warmth spread from his esophagus to his limbs. The soup really didn't have any strange smell of medicinal materials, but instead had a fresh aroma, which made him feel refreshed after drinking it.

He looked in the direction pointed by Yao Wangyou, and saw "100 Kinds of Cantonese-style Laohuo Soups" on a small table not far away.

Xuan Mingcheng nodded: "Almost."

"I saw that those soups are not bad. According to you, the cook must be a good cook, but they are different from me." Yao Wangyou scooped up a piece of chicken, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed.

Xuan Mingcheng thought to himself, what are you trying to sell, and urged Yao Wangyou to speak quickly.

"They cook, and I make medicine." Yao Wangyou shrugged, "The recipes are good recipes, but after all, chefs don't understand the properties of medicines. It is difficult for them to ensure the efficacy of medicines while taking into account the taste. In addition to the efficacy of the medicine, it will more or less affect the taste of the soup."

"What about you? You are not a cook, so the soup you make...is not bad." Xuan Mingcheng coughed lightly.

Yao Wangyou glanced at him, it was not bad...

"I have stewed all kinds of medicinal food since I was a child, how could it be worse than them."

Xuan Mingcheng said "oh", thinking that this medicine jar is pretty good.

Aunt Xiang had already brought out the clay pot just now, Xuan Mingcheng felt that it was not enough after drinking a bowl, so he stood up and continued to fill the soup, and took a look at what was boiled in the medicine jar.

But looking around, his eyes were rounded, Xuan Mingcheng still only recognized the chicken among all the ingredients.

"puff."

"What are you laughing at..." Xuan Mingcheng sat back on the chair, touched his nose, and lowered his head to eat the meat.

"Wuling ginseng stewed chicken, I also put Atractylodes licorice root to invigorate qi and spleen; schisandra, baiziren help to nourish qi and calm the mind, tangerine peel and poria cocos regulate qi and reduce phlegm, and ginger and mint leaves are used to remove odor." Yao Wangyou Seeing Xuan Mingcheng stunned by what he said, he felt inexplicably funny.

Xuan Mingcheng couldn't help being laughed at by him, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only drink soup and chicken with his head down.

But this soup is really good!

After eating and drinking, Xuan Mingcheng wiped his mouth clean with a piece of paper, and suddenly said seriously: "I have something I wanted to ask you for a long time."

"Ask." Yao Wangyou didn't raise his head, he held a chicken paw in his hands and gnawed on it, his cheeks sticking out.

Xuan Mingcheng has always paid attention to dining etiquette, but at this time he looked at Yao Wangyou who was eating chicken feet, and he didn't feel disgusted at all, because his mind was on another matter.

"Why are those cats so close to you?" Xuan Mingcheng asked seriously, and then heard a coquettish "meow ~" from behind

Xuan Mingcheng turned his head excitedly, and saw an elegant little black cat nestling on the sofa in his living room, with its long fluffy tail flicking and flicking behind him, and its two eyes were so enchanting!

"Why are you here!" Xuan Mingcheng threw the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, and walked towards the little briquettes, but just a little closer, the little black cat immediately jumped up from the sofa, and the little meaty claws were on the sofa Stepping on a series of marks, he nimbly passed through half of the living room, and jumped into Yao Wangyou's arms.

Xuan Mingcheng was not embarrassed at all, he walked back in a hurry, staring brightly at Yao Wangyou's leg...the little black cat lying on it.

Yao Wangyou blinked and smiled. He put down the chicken feet that he had gnawed clean, and pointed to the napkin box beside him.

Xuan Mingcheng immediately took two cards and stuffed them into his hands, and looked at him eagerly——Say it quickly!

"Well, do you know catnip?" Yao Wangyou looked at Xuan Mingcheng who seemed to have "no common sense at home", and asked.

Xuan Mingcheng nodded again and again, "But I used it, and those cats still ignore me."

Yao Wangyou moved closer to him, twitched his nose lightly twice, and said, "There should be something in catnip that makes cats smell good."

"And then?" Xuan Mingcheng didn't understand what Yao Wangyou meant.

"You also know that I often fiddle with medicinal materials." Yao Wangyou pointed to the mostly empty clay pot on the dining table, carelessly rubbing the soft hair on the neck for the small briquettes, "Maybe certain types of medicinal materials are mixed together to play a role Similar to catnip, they are quite sensitive to smells. But I'm just guessing."

Xuan Mingcheng seemed to be taken aback for a moment after listening, and then stood up suddenly.

Yao Wangyou looked at the aggressive man, puzzled: "What?"

"Then...if I also smell of medicine, will cats get close to me?" Xuan Mingcheng guessed.

"I can't say for sure..." Yao Wangyou spread his hands, looking at Xuan Mingcheng who suddenly had a fighting spirit on his face, "I'm just guessing."

Xuan Mingcheng frowned, smelled his sleeves, it smelled like his custom-made perfume.

Yao Wangyou was savoring the deliciousness of the chicken and the sweetness of the herbs he put in when suddenly, an aggressive aroma mixed in.

He turned his head, and saw Xuan Mingcheng's face pressed against his neck, his high nose almost poking into his ear.

"Hey!" Yao Wangyou was so startled that he almost threw the small briquettes in his hand.

Playing hooligans, this man!