Happy Marriage

An Sheng was keenly aware of the displeasure in Leng Nanxian's words. He didn't understand his thoughts, and did not dare to speak rashly. He stood up and said, "If this snack does not suit Master Leng's taste, An Sheng will try to make it again."

"No," Leng Nan Xianji said coldly, "I'll teach you the acupuncture method for treating dizziness. After you learn it, it's not too late to go back to your house and have breakfast. Qianzhou, go get my needle bag. bring here."

Although Qian Zhou was a little surprised, he didn't ask too much. He glanced at An Sheng, turned around and entered the room. After a while, he took out the deerskin needle bag and opened it on the stone table in front of Leng Nanxian.

An Sheng's face was still stunned, too flustered to know what to do. Leng Nanxian's implication is very obvious, this is to send her away.

And, obviously, she did something wrong and angered him unintentionally.

"Master Leng, I... I have memorized all the acupuncture points."

A moment of panic, incoherent speech.

Leng Nanxian put down the porridge bowl, wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, took out a silver needle from the needle bag, ignored An Sheng's words, and said to himself: "This acupuncture technique, no matter what kind of needle holding or injection The method of acupuncture all pay attention to one technique, which requires diligent study and hard work. Practice makes perfect, not overnight. I will teach you the technique on the cotton pad first, you will listen carefully, and then go back to your home to practice after you master it. , can be keenly aware of the feeling under the needle tip is learned."

"Master Leng, I"

"Alright, I'll only teach you once, the easiest way to cut a melon with a three-fingered needle."

Leng Nanxian did not lift his head, held the needle with his slender fingertips, briefly explained the technical essentials and the feel of the needle, lowered his eyes, and concentrated his attention.

An Sheng bit his lower lip tightly, swallowed his grievance, stared at his technique intently, and kept his teachings in his heart.

"I taught you a few acupuncture points the day before yesterday, I believe you still remember that you can **** and practice on the puppet, and I will give you half an hour to practice familiarity. If you have no doubts, you can go. If your daughter has any more discomfort, you can diagnose and treat it yourself, and there is no need to come to the medicine house, and I will not go again."

An Sheng took the silver needle stupidly, still unwilling to say: "Master Leng, did I do something wrong? I must change it"

"No need!"

Leng Nanxian lightly opened his thin lips, spit out two words lightly, never giving An Sheng a chance to plead again, turned around and walked away.

An Sheng froze in place, at a loss.

Qianzhou gloated slightly: "It's over, the son is angry."

An Sheng bit his lower lip tightly, calmed down, and asked Qianzhou desolately, "Why is Master Leng angry? What did I do wrong? Yesterday was fine."

Qian Zhou sighed deeply, shrugged his shoulders and said regretfully, "I originally thought that I could finally get out of the sea of ​​misery. Anyway, it would be better if Mrs. Feng came back. Who knows I won't be able to tolerate it for half a day. It seems that I'm going to smoke in the kitchen again at noon today. The fire is burning, the water is burning hot."

He also sat down dejectedly, picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake from the plate, and threw it into his mouth, but after chewing it twice, he involuntarily frowned: "No wonder you don't want to see him, you don't even have to taste it to know it's not you. craftsmanship.”

"What's wrong?" An Sheng asked, "How do you see it?"

"My son is most tired of this filthy powdery smell. Your dim sum is so rich in powdery smell that it's a bit disgusting to eat."

An Sheng couldn't help but be surprised. Xia Zixian is really particular about her clothes. All her clothes are scented. Her face, neck, and hands are covered with balsam wherever they see the wind. I don't know how many times a day. No matter where you go, the fragrance is blowing.

She doesn't like the smell of smoky, and these desserts may not have been made by herself. But when picking out the snacks in the food box, the balsam on the palms and backs of the hands must have been stained on them, making it hotter and more fragrant.

However, Qianzhou's food was so bland and tasteless, and Leng Nanxian had never disliked it so much. Xia Zixian's delicate desserts were only stained with a bit of fat. How could he react like this?

An Sheng sighed pitifully: "My sister may have been well-intentioned at first, who wants to be self-defeating."

"kindness?"

Qian Zhou took out a piece of pea yellow from the plate and shook it in front of An Sheng: "Look for yourself, your fourth sister is really hardworking."

An Sheng didn't notice it at first, but after Qianzhou reminded him, he took a closer look and saw that the pea yellow was actually carved into a heart shape with a mold. Looking at the other desserts carefully, the glutinous rice cake was ordered with acacia red bean, and the crystal steamed dumpling was made into a purse style, all of which were ambiguous.

No wonder Leng Nanxian just glanced at it and his face was so strange.

She couldn't help but blushed and burned.

"Whether it's good intentions or intentional, the most important thing around my son is the diligent girls who linger like flies. Your little sister is so attentive, it's easy for the son to suspect that you came to study. I think the doctor's motives are a little ill-intentioned." Qianzhou said contemptuously, "It's strange that you will be left behind."

An Sheng was silent for a while, at a loss, not knowing how to argue.

Because what Qianzhou said was true, Xia Zixian had no intentions at all.

"I really don't know, otherwise I will definitely not bring it here. I promise that it will never be an example. Brother Qianzhou, can I go and explain to Master Leng."

"Forget it, it's useless." Qianzhou said coldly, "I advise you to hurry up and practice your acupuncture skills. My son is absolutely right. When half an hour arrives, he will never leave you for another quarter of an hour."

An Sheng was unwilling, feeling as if he had suddenly sunk into the bottom of a lake. Every time he thumped, his heart was filled with hope, but what followed was endless disappointment, even despair.

If he is driven back by Leng Nanxian, Xia Zixian has nothing to ask for himself, and the first thing he might do is to stand by and watch the Dragon Boat Festival events, and even add fuel to the fire.

Qianzhou waved at her old-fashionedly: "Let's go, let's go, don't waste time here, it's useless to talk too much."

"I"

She bit her lower lip, twisted the silver needle with her fingertips, turned around and walked into the study room beside the study.

Qianzhou, on the other hand, put his head down and sorted his things in order, resignedly, and got into the kitchen.

He regretted it a little and bought that one this morning. Originally, he wanted to kill Haosheng for a tooth sacrifice while An Sheng was here, but who would have thought that he would be chased away by his own son.

Killing a chicken is really not an easy task. Although he has watched Sister Feng kill a chicken many times, with a knife and a neat touch, but when he thinks of removing those fine fluff, his head feels big.

Therefore, it is necessary to make preparations early.

He thought that he had to use all his milk strength to stew a pot of golden and fragrant yellow braised chicken, and pull back his son's mouth.

As soon as he said it, he finished sorting, and the hot water was boiled on the stove, and he immediately raised the kitchen knife.

The little rooster had his wings tied with straw by the farmer, and when he saw the sharp kitchen knife in his hand, he immediately started to struggle to the death in panic.

Qianzhou remembered that killing a chicken requires twisting the chicken's neck, plucking a bit of chicken feathers, then stepping on the chicken's wings, wide-eyed, ruthless knife, and the chicken's blood spurted out.

He did the same, the white knife went in, the red knife came out, and it was done neatly and in one go.

The rooster was in pain, kicked with both claws, and fluttered its wings. It was so powerful that it broke free from his hand.

For a time, the yard suddenly became lively, and the rooster clucked all the way, rampaging. The bright red chicken blood splashed half of the yard, and the messy chicken feathers fluttered, which caught Qianzhou off guard.

Leng Nanxian, who was concentrating on reading, didn't know what was going on, and opened the window in surprise. Qianzhou was chasing after him with a kitchen knife that was still dripping blood.

The rooster seemed to be shining brightly, especially brave, flying low and jumping high, and grabbed three blood purlins on the back of Qianzhou's hand.

For a while, the chicken jumped, as if corn kernels were thrown into the oil pan, and it immediately fried. The strong smell of blood permeated the whole yard.

Leng Nanxian put down the window with a "pop": "I'll give you a cup of tea and clean up the filth in the yard."

Qianzhou hurriedly responded, and another scream, the rooster flew close to his face, splattering the blood on his face.

Leng Nanxian sighed helplessly, and went straight to the backyard from the back door of the hall to hide.

Qian Zhou had been talking about the roasted chicken with pickled peppers all morning, but it seemed that he couldn't eat it. The **** in his hands is nothing but a tyrannical creature.