sliced ​​cheese

Zhuang Qiubai's cough problem is indeed difficult, and Dr. Zhang has not been able to give a good treatment.

It's not a serious illness, and you don't need to go to war, but it's not easy to get better. You can only take medicine on time and pay more attention to rest.

Jiang Yunchuan didn't show it on his face, but his mood became more and more depressed.

Occasionally, Zhuang Qiubai went downstairs with a cup, passed by the study, saw him walking up and down inside, didn't know what he was thinking about, heard his footsteps, and went back to the computer with an expression on his face, obviously wanting to use his busy schedule. Work hides shady secrets.

The system silently entered the third natural day. Except for eating every day, Jiang Yunchuan locked himself in the study.

Zhuang Qiubai had a lot to say to him, even if he didn't ask him if he liked him, he wanted him not to worry too much about his body.

But Jiang Yunchuan didn't give him this chance at all, and went upstairs alone after lunch today, looking very busy and didn't want to be disturbed.

Zhuang Qiubai looked at his back and fell into deep thought. It is not an option to continue like this. The low excitement level cannot activate the cerebral cortex, which will not help the treatment, and will delay the improvement of the condition.

Just as she was about to get up and go to the study to find someone, she suddenly saw the butler walk in from the door, holding a few old books in her hand, and she was also secretive.He pretended to pick up a cup and pour water.Passing in front of the butler, I greeted him, and saw the cover of one of the books - "Complete Collection of Practical Folk Remedies and Secret Recipes".

Zhuang Qiubai blinked, and watched the butler walk to the door of the study and hand the book to Jiang Yunchuan, who took it seriously.Seemingly noticing his gaze, she stood upstairs and glanced at him, then closed the door calmly.

With a "click", it was locked.

……

At 02:30 in the morning, everything is silent.

Most of the owners of Jinshan Garden are asleep, only a few houses are still dimly lit.The intelligent AI monitors the surrounding environment changes with flashing electronic eyes. If there is any trouble, it will form a report file and transmit it to the property system. Occasionally, a few fat stray cats will scream "嗤嗤", and there will be management the next day. staff come to feed.

Suddenly, the kitchen of C072 detached villa lit up. After sitting in the study for a whole day, Jiang Yunchuan finally walked downstairs step by step while everyone in the house was asleep. First, he took out two oranges and one pear from the refrigerator. He opened another book and carefully studied the words on it.

"Take a Sydney pear, remove the pit, dig out a little white flesh, pour honey, heat and steam it. Decoct it three times a day, and eat it for three days in a row. It can eliminate phlegm and relieve cough, relieve throat and relieve stagnation?"

"!"

Jiang Yunchuan immediately closed the book, and saw Zhuang Qiubai leaning against the cabinet at some point, holding a glass of boiled water in his hand.

With a smile on her brows and eyes, Zhuang Qiu avoids him with a muffled cough, and then greets him with a slightly hoarse voice, "Good evening, haven't you rested yet?"

"Oh." Jiang Yunchuan was unusually calm, opened the upper cabinet as if nothing had happened, and put the "Complete Book of Practical Home Remedies and Secret Recipes" in, "Didn't you also sleep?"

Zhuang Qiubai was thirsty, moistened his throat, looked at the rapidly spinning nervousness on the medical panel, swallowed back the words that were going to expose him, and changed his words: "I can't sleep because of the cough."

Sure enough, Jiang Yunchuan started talking, and asked, "Dr. Zhang's medicine doesn't work?"

Zhuang Qiubai said: "It works a little, but the effect is very slow."

Jiang Yunchuan frowned, and glanced at the upper cabinet from time to time, wanting to take down the book and continue reading, but because Zhuang Qiubai was by his side, he couldn't move.

Zhuang Qiubai leaned against the cabinet to watch him all the time, took out his mobile phone with a smile, and opened a webpage.He sneaked to the door of the kitchen again, made sure that there was no one outside, and then returned to Jiang Yunchuan, and whispered, "I'm not afraid of your jokes. I'm squatting in the kitchen so late, but I'm actually looking for some folk remedies for my cough."

Jiang Yunchuan was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly met his eyes.

After a long time, there was a hard "Oh".

Zhuang Qiubai put the cup aside and found a recipe that was almost the same as the record in the Daquan Daquan. It was also steamed with pears and honey, and handed it to Jiang Yunchuan, "It just so happens that you are here, so help me try it together. ?” He said again: “But you have to keep it secret for me. If Dr. Zhang finds out that I doubt his medical skills, it will be bad if he doesn’t see a doctor for me in the future.”

Jiang Yunchuan said: "He dare not."

Zhuang Qiubai: "Huh?"

"It's okay." Jiang Yunchuan said, "What should I do?"

"Cut the pear first?" Zhuang Qiubai took a fruit knife, put the pear on the cutting board, and cut it in half.He can cook, and his cooking skills are very good. Although he seldom cooks these years, it is still easy to steam a pear and cook a syrup.The reason why he can practice such a good cooking skill has nothing to do with his family. Zhuang Qiubai's family conditions are not bad. Although it is not as complete as Jiang Yunchuan's housekeeper and servant, but he has been taken care of by a nanny since he was a child, and he never cooks by himself.

Good cooking skills are completely forced out in college.

Mingke University in Dingfeng City is one of the famous institutions of higher learning in the country, and it has gathered many students from all over the world who have traveled thousands of miles to study.

Because of the advanced science and technology in this city, the school is also a global leader in scientific and technological research.At that time, Zhuang Qiubai didn't want to inherit his father's career, and applied for a major that had nothing to do with real estate.

Seed science and grafting management.

If he hadn't come to the city-state as a director, he might have studied crystal cultivation and planted new lychees.

The school is a good school, but the school canteen is not a good canteen. There are hundreds of windows in six canteens in a university, running from the northeast corner to the southwest corner, and there is no place to eat.

Zhuang Qiubai lost three and a half catties of hunger and lost three and a half catties a week after entering school, so he had to do it himself, risking the risk of being banned, and started cooking in the dormitory.

"One time it was very miserable. There was still braised pork in the pot, and the dormitory manager caught me. I still suspect that he came here because of the smell. He not only cut off the power forcibly, but also severely punished me." Zhuang Qiubai filled the cut pears with honey and put them in the steamer, adjusted the time, and said to Jiang Yunchuan, "Do you know how he punished me?"

Jiang Yunchuan said, "I don't know." After speaking, the corners of his mouth moved inaudibly, like a smile, but also like trying not to laugh.

"He asked me to carry a plate of braised pork and do squats downstairs in the boys' dormitory!" Zhuang Qiubai still finds it unbelievable. In fact, his physical strength is not bad, and doing a few squats is nothing to worry about. Pure corporal punishment is not a problem for him. It doesn't affect much, but the smell of meat coming from the top of the head from time to time is the most difficult mental torture.

The pain of wanting to eat but not being able to eat, not being able to eat and being close to my mouth is really unbearable, "That made me dream for several nights in a row, chasing the long-legged braised pork all over the campus. The next day, I woke up exhausted and drool all over my pillow..."

"puff."

Before Zhuang Qiu finished speaking, Jiang Yunchuan suddenly laughed.

He really grinned, like a melting snowdrift, and there was a shallow pear dimple at the corner of his mouth.