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Chapter 259 The author of the thousand-knife game Tiantian Shuiwen

Mu Qingcheng walked into the kitchen and saw a clay pot on the stove, simmering on the lowest fire.

Mu Qingcheng turned off the fire skillfully, took the bowl and spoon, removed the lid with a towel, and scooped out the soup with a spoon.

The ultimate in Cantonese soup making is that the soup is tea-colored and clear.

It looks bland, but it is actually full-bodied, with a fresh taste and a long aftertaste.

Mu Qingcheng doesn’t dislike drinking soup on weekdays.

As a Cantonese person, it can be said that drinking soup is almost a compulsory course from childhood to adulthood. Most Cantonese people can tell whether the soup is good, what ingredients are used, and whether it is a traditional soup just by sip it.

Some of them are very good. They can tell whether the ingredients of the soup are fresh and good, how long it has been boiled, and whether it is cooked in a clay pot just by tasting it.

Although Mu Qingcheng has not been spoiled since childhood, her life is not something that ordinary people can imagine.

She has tasted all kinds of soups and has become very picky about it. If the quality is average or the soup is not good enough, Mu Qingcheng won't even look at it, let alone drink it.

But even with such a picky taste, a certain salted fish still pampered him to an unprecedented level.

Let’s put it this way, in Cantonese, the best evaluation of a good bowl of traditional Chinese soup is “this soup is exactly the same as the one my mother made.”

When she came to Grandpa Mu's place, she rarely drank the soup her mother cooked since she gave birth to her child, let alone other things.

Mu Qingcheng still doesn't understand why a person from Wolf Province can make better soup than a native Cantonese person.

She didn't see any secret recipe for the salted fish, but it just tasted good.

Unreasonably delicious.

Ever since bringing the salted fish and her daughter back, Mu Qingcheng has benefited from her daughter's help and can drink the traditional salted fish soup from time to time.

Every time she came back, no matter whether her daughter or Xianyu was there, she could always find a bowl of hot traditional soup in the kitchen.

As for whether there would be any danger if no one was around or only two little ones were at home making soup, this would basically not happen to the salted fish.

With surveillance cameras all over the room, Mu Qingcheng suspected that he was afraid that the two little ones would play hide-and-seek under the bed one day and might bump their heads, so he installed two micro surveillance cameras under the bed.

He can flash back at any time.

But it’s strange, I don’t know what this dead salted fish added to the soup, but after Mu Qingcheng drank it, her stomach felt warm, and she rarely had stomachaches or stomach problems.

It’s not like before, when I would feel extremely painful if I didn’t take medicine every two or three days.

Especially after drinking at a social gathering.

Mu Xueer was really worried about her stomach.

After blowing gently, Mu Qingcheng drank a mouthful of hot soup. Her stomach, which had been aching from time to time, instantly felt much better and warm.

Looking at the steaming soup in his hand and his own reflection in the soup, Mu Qingcheng had a flash of memories in his mind. He seemed to understand something and fell silent.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded: "Xiao Qi, Xiao Ming, I'm here! Did you miss me, your sister?"

"Sister Xue'er!"

"Aunt Xueer!"

"Go! Xiao Ming, you're here again! I told you to call me sister, not auntie! I'll beat you up, you little rascal!"

"Hey hey hey!"

Mu Qingcheng came out of the kitchen holding a bowl of hot soup and saw Mu Xueer, who was wearing a purple coat, playing with the two little ones.

Seeing Mu Qingcheng was actually here, Mu Xueer was also a little surprised: "Huh? Uncle, why are you here? At this time, shouldn't you be in the company?"

Mu Qingcheng blew on it, drank a sip of soup carefully, and said calmly: "Can't I take a few days off for myself?"

"Yo~ It's rare to see you give yourself a day off~"

Facing Mu Xueer's teasing, Mu Qingcheng simply ignored it and asked, "Then what are you doing here?"

Mu Xueer pointed to several large boxes behind her and said, "Oh, isn't your Xianyu going to take the kids back to Guicheng tomorrow? Ah Hao asked me to prepare some local specialties for him to take back."

Mu Qingcheng looked at the box that was almost taller than herself, and suddenly frowned: "You call this a little?"

"It's already less. If my dad hadn't stopped me, I would have stuffed in all the good wine and cigarettes that he had hidden. Anyway, he has to quit smoking and drinking during this period, so I might as well take some back and share them with your family." Mu Xueer said with a grin.

Mu Qingcheng rolled her eyes and observed a second of silence for the sad Uncle Mu.

"By the way, Xue'er, come here, I have something to tell you."

"what?"

"Stop talking nonsense and come here quickly!"

"Oh, okay, Xiaoqi and Xiaoming, you guys play by yourselves first, and I'll take you out for something delicious later!"

"Okay!"

"Okay!"

Mu Qingcheng dragged Mu Xueer from the secret passage to her own eighteenth floor.

Mu Xueer asked in confusion: "No, sir, is there anything you can't say down there that you have to make me say up here?"

Mu Qingcheng: "There's nothing we can do. The seventeenth floor is full of Xianyu's surveillance cameras. God knows where he pressed another one."

"So, you pulled me up here just to ask me about your salted fish?" As Mr. Mu's old best friend for many years, Mu Xueer could naturally guess what she was thinking.

Mu Qingcheng nodded silently.

Mu Xueer sat on Mu Qingcheng's big bed and said, "Then ask."

Mu Qingcheng hesitated for a while, but still told Xianyu her plan, as well as her hesitation and fear. She wanted to find a reason and opportunity to explain and apologize to Xianyu.

She thought that Mu Xueer would comfort her after listening to her, give her the right direction, or agree with her as always.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Mu Xueer jumped up and slapped Mu Qingcheng on the head, cursing:

"Fuck! Uncle Mu, has your brain been damaged by your salted fish?!"

"Now that you have thought this through, know that you are wrong, and want to apologize, why are you hesitating? Why are you hesitating? Why are you afraid?"

"Speak now! Tell me as quickly as you can! Call me, send me a message!"

"In any case, don't hesitate, don't delay! Don't be arrogant, don't lose face!"

"Changes will happen later!"

Mu Qingcheng covered her head with her hands, which was hurt by Mu Xueer's beating, and said timidly, "But, but, I'm afraid..."

"You're afraid? You're afraid of nothing!"

Mu Xueer put her hands on her waist. Because of her anger, her two plump breasts, which were like two big balloons, kept rising and falling. She said to Mu Qingcheng with a look of disapproval:

"It is precisely because of you that you procrastinate, hesitate, and dare not do this or that, you damned bastard authors."

"Especially that damn author named Feng Qimo or something, who can write such rubbish every day!"

"You always keep putting it off, hoping that the other person will notice your feelings and then take the initiative to reconcile. What a pipe dream!"

"If you keep procrastinating, hesitating, and dithering like the heroines in those soap operas, do you believe that you will end up like the heroines in the TV dramas? If you dither and hesitate, something bad will happen."

"If something uncontrollable or unimaginable happens, you won't be able to say anything! You will regret it for the rest of your life!"