Life is not easy, the lead singer farms

?? Before coming to find Qi Le, Duan Yu'an was dragged by Cao Min to find Fang Xiaoqi.

?? "Doctor Fang, how about taking a look at Emperor A's physical data in the past few days?"

??Cao Min took off the heart rate monitor on Duan Yuan's wrist and handed it to Fang Xiaoqi.

??Fang Xiaoqi checked the data in the watch into the computer, looked at it briefly, and was quite surprised: "The last few days...the heart rate of Emperor A...has been very calm, and the state of deep sleep at night has lasted for a long time..."

?? "The situation is improving."

?? Duan Yuan spread his hands and looked at Cao Min: "Look, I said I didn't lie to you."

??Cao Min rolled his eyes towards the sky.

?? Fang Xiaoqi smiled and asked: "What's the matter, Lao Cao, you should be happy."

??Cao Min moaned, and told about Duan Yuan going to "cohabit" with others.He complained to Doctor Fang:

?? "I always feel that Dr. Qi is unreliable, how can he be cured with a few bags of rice. This anorexia is not really a bad appetite. I asked Emperor A to investigate and make a decision, but he just refused to listen .”

?? Duan Yuan laughed disapprovingly: "Why is it so unreliable, I can indeed eat."

?? "The data is here, you can't deny it?"

??Cao Min had an expression of hating iron but not steel: "Doctor Fang, you are a doctor, you come to judge."

??Fang Xiaoqi also became interested, "Tell me, how did Dr. Qi treat you?"

??Duan Yu'an simply repeated the matter of his going to Qi Le's house. Of course, he deliberately didn't mention it except for the content of the contract.

??I guess Cao Min has to jump up.

??After listening to Duan Yu'an's description, Fang Xiaoqi rested her chin and roughly guessed that Qi Le should have added some appetite-stimulating medicine to the tea.

?? "Otherwise, how could a simple bowl of white porridge have such an effect. There must be something wrong with the tea." - These are the original words of Dr. Fang.

??Duan Yu'an didn't quite agree with it, but he also felt that this was the most convincing explanation. Qi Le might not have any superpowers. There was a high probability that the food he gave him could be mixed with medicine that could cure anorexia.

?? Otherwise, it is also porridge and pickles, why can he eat it when Qi Le gave it?

??Cao Min got Dr. Fang's words, so he reluctantly let him go.

?? "After you move in, pay attention to my image at all times, and don't let reporters take pictures of you breaking the guitar again."

?? Duan Yuan smiled helplessly: "Don't keep holding on to one of my mistakes, it was really an accident."

?? Cao Min stared at him: "One time is enough, okay? Anyway, you always remember your identity as a singer! Don't make any more fools."

?? "I'm old and I can't stand the toss."

?? Duan Yu'an narrowed his eyes, nodded his eyebrows with his fingers, and said with a smile, "I obey."

??***

?? This is the second time Duan Yu'an has entered the kitchen, but unlike the last time when he was at a loss, his state of mind has changed this time.

?? He was vaguely looking forward to what Qi Le would ask him to do tonight.

?? Or, he wanted to know whether Dr. Fang's deduction was correct.

??Qi Le took out a sack from the cabinet just like last time, but this time it was no longer white rice, but golden wheat.

?? He filled a large iron basin with wheat and asked Duan Yuan to hold it.Then plug in the machine that was just pushed in and turn on the switch.

?? Loud buzzing sound from the machine motor.

?? Qi Le hooked his hands, turned up the volume of his speech, and directed Duan Yu'an: "Pour the wheat into it."

?? Duan Yuan did as he said: "What are you doing?"

??Qi Le: "Flour."

??Golden wheat is poured in from the entrance of the machine, and within a few minutes, the ground flour rolls out from the other side, like pure white snowflakes, clean and soft, with the unique fragrance of wheat.

??Qi Le emptied the console, poured freshly ground flour on it, piled it into a small snow mountain, and asked, "What kind of steamed buns do you like to eat?"

?? "Soft? Or chewy?"

?? Duan Yuan followed his question and answered with a bad feeling: "...it's chewy."

??Qi Le nodded, stepped aside as expected, and said, "Then come here, and I'll teach you how to knead dough."

?? "Chewy noodles are hard to knead, but not too hard."

?? "Come... add water to the flour first."

?? "..."

??Duan Yu'an burst into a rare sentence in his heart.

??The freshly ground flour has a lot of humidity and is quite sticky when kneaded. Qi Le watched from the side the whole time, only moving his mouth but not his hands:

?? "The dough is too wet, add some flour and knead vigorously."

?? "Put harder, use the palm of your hand to press down with your whole body."

?? Kneading dough is a boring and tedious process. Duan Yu'an kneaded until he doubted his life. He raised his sore arm and wanted to ask Qi Le how far he had to knead. However, he found that the other party was the same as last time. He stared out the window, as if thinking about something.

??The dim light and shadow cast on Qi Le's side face, lonely and pure, his eyes still dull and dull.

?? This time, Duan Yu'an didn't disturb him, and continued to fight against the dough with his head down.

??…

??The way Duan Yu'an kneaded the dough hard, reminded Qi Le of himself when he first learned how to cook with his grandfather.

??At that time, my grandfather also gave him a basin of flour and taught him how to use force and how to judge the degree of dough.

??Grandpa told him: "You have to feel the change of the dough under your hands with your heart."

?? "Every food has its own characteristics. What you have to do is to understand this characteristic and fully present it."

??Fang Xiaoqi guessed that Qi Le added medicine to the food to achieve the purpose of curing the disease, but she guessed wrong.

??Actually, Qi Le didn't add anything to the food, even every food he gave Duan Yuan, from rice to wheat, was fresh and free of additives, without any impurities.

?? Then why doesn't Duan Yu'an dislike food when he's here?

?? The answer is simple, is the sense of expectation.

??From the moment Qi Le asked Duan Yuan "are you hungry?", he consciously lowered the patient's expectations for food.

?? Asking an anorexic patient "what do you want to eat" or "do you want to eat so-and-so" is absolutely forbidden.

??Because patients will think of the appearance or taste of food through these questions, which will cause a strong stress response.

?? The most gentle way is to ask only about the patient's own feelings: hungry or not.

?? If you are not hungry, you will not eat for a while.

?? Hungry, then enter the next step of treatment - return to the essence.

??The so-called return to the essence is to allow patients to come into contact with raw ingredients that have not undergone any processing.

??Starting from the essence of food, through the three aspects of the patient's sense of smell, vision and taste imagination, to accept the most primitive appearance of food and reset their understanding of food.

?? To put it simply, it is to feel every ingredient with your heart.

??After the initial contact is completed and the patient does not reject the ingredients, it will be the final highlight: delayed feedback.

??It was the same with the porridge cooking last time, and it is the same with the dough kneading this time.

??Qi Le deliberately asked Duan Yuan, who was in a hungry state, to participate in the entire cooking process, which not only consumed his energy, but also increased his desire for food.

??This kind of tormented waiting that is close at hand, but can't ask for it, will infinitely magnify the patient's desire to eat.

??The sense of anticipation for food is reduced, and the feedback of eating is delayed, until finally, there is only one instinctive thought left in the brain: eat.

?? This set of treatment methods was developed by Qi Le's grandfather with great concentration.

?? Qi Le returned to Shiwei Town and lived with his grandfather for more than a year. He has seen him cure countless patients who were troubled by anorexia in this way.

?? At first, Qi Le didn't care about how his grandfather helped people heal. He only thought of himself as a passer-by, watching in every possible way different people came and went in and out of this room every day.

??Grandpa sees his grandson always shutting himself at home, afraid that he will bore him to death.So when I was free, I would take my grandson to wander around Shiwei Town, chat with him about the past of this town, and talk about various interesting things about myself when I was a doctor when I was young.

??Most of the time, Qi Le followed his grandfather silently, listening to his old man nagging all day long.

??Later, my grandfather's health became worse and worse, and he spent more and more time in bed. Even going out for a walk became a luxury.

?? The number of patients who came to seek medical treatment gradually decreased.

?? But the old man still has a heart that can't rest, so he insists on pulling Qi Le to clear up a vegetable field in the backyard of his house, where he drench flowers and plants and turn over the soil every day.

?? Then talk to him about the special features of various ingredients.

??It's been a long time, under the influence of our ears and eyes.

??Qi Le also gradually fell in love with this idyllic life of seclusion.

?? People always have a problem, once recalled the past, it will be endless.When Qi Le finally recovered from the past, Duan Yu'an had already kneaded the flour into a smooth dough.

?? "How? Is this okay?"

?? He grinned and asked, his expression and tone seemed to be asking for credit.

?? Qi Le looked at the dough, his eyes flickered, nodded and said: "It's ok, it's just right."

??Because the room temperature was too low, the kneaded dough had to be fermented in the oven. While waiting, Duan Yuan asked Qi Le a question:

?? "Why am I not uncomfortable when I smell food when I'm here with you?"

?? Qi Le glanced at him, but didn't answer directly: "I'll tell you later."

??After two long fermentations, at ten o'clock in the evening, the steamed buns finally came out of the pan.

??The lid of the steamer was lifted, and the hot air burst out. There were a few big white fat people crowded on the steamer.

??Qi Le took out one, and the place where the fingertip touched the steamed bun instantly made a hole. When the two halves were broken apart, the inside of the steamed bun was full of delicate air holes, which were connected with each other and full of strength.It's chewy just looking at it.

?? Duan Yuan bit the tip of his tongue, puzzled.

?? This steamed bun is made by himself, from grinding to kneading, without missing a single step.He can be sure that Qi Le didn't add any [medicine] to it.

?? Moreover, when he came today, he didn't drink brown rice tea.

??So, why does he salivate crazily at an ordinary steamed bun? ?

?? "Taste."

??Qi Le handed over half of the steamed buns and said, "You made the steamed buns yourself."

??The moment Duan Yuan took the steamed bun, he suddenly figured out what the answer to his question was.

?? is a sense of participation.

?? No one will dislike the food that they have worked hard and sweated for.

??Because as early as the beginning, the body has accepted it.

?? This is Dr. Qi's treatment method.