Guan Lang didn't realize it at first.

I thought she put down the dishes and chopsticks to praise the porridge and water, but she never wanted to suddenly mention his nanny.

Think about it for a moment and go back to your mind which housekeeping company it is.

The moment he blurted it out, he suddenly realized something.

"Haha... Today's dish was not prepared by my nanny, in fact, ......" Guan Lang said a little embarrassed, waiting for the other party's praise.

But Yan Xiaoqing didn't follow what he thought in his heart, but instead cast his admiring gaze on Wu Yazhen on the side.

At this time, she also felt in her heart that this young girl's cooking skills were really extraordinary, at least this porridge at noon was far better than most of the porridge and rice she had eaten for most of her life.

Wu Yazhen was inexplicably looked at by her: "I didn't make this porridge, it was Brother Lang's cooking today." ”

"Huh?" A strange color appeared on Yan Xiaoqing's face, and then he quickly suppressed it.

He shook his head slightly, and his tone was a little amazed: "I didn't expect Mr. Guan's cooking skills to be so good......

The reason why she didn't guess Guan Lang was because Guan Lang's appearance was that his five fingers did not touch the spring water, and he also thought that people's energy was limited.

To be able to excel in the field of painting, post-production, and supervision, there is naturally very little left of the mind that can be put on other abilities.

"If I had known that Mr. Guan's cooking skills were so exquisite, I would have nagged a lot before. The corners of Yan Xiaoqing's mouth twitched lightly and said with a smile.

"It's not too late to know now, and I can come back often when I have time in the future. ”

"I'm just joking, ask Mr. Guan to be a chef, I can't afford it. ”

......

Food is the easiest way to resolve the rustiness between people.

While moving the dishes and chopsticks, while chatting, time passed quickly.

A full pot of porridge bottomed out in a blink of an eye.

It was not early, Guan Lang drove Wu Yazhen to school, and Yan Xiaoqing also resigned and returned to the company to continue to deal with affairs.

......

"Uh......"

Guan Lang smacked his lips and twisted his eyebrows slightly.

Good medicine is bitter, and this statement is true.

No matter how strong the physical fitness is, the taste buds are basically the same as ordinary people.

It is impossible for others to taste bitter things, and he can taste a little sweetness.

On the contrary, it may also be due to the sensitivity of the taste organs, and the bitterness felt is a little worse.

The maximum amount of energy makes the tolerance a little stronger, and there are gains and losses.

Putting down the brown and black medicinal juice in his hand, Guan Lang sighed.

From this morning to now, he has boiled several Chinese medicines to nourish qi and blood, and the medicinal effect should not be weak for ordinary people.

But for him, it's like a drop in the bucket, and there is little change.

It was the poison of the medicine that seemed to be unverified on him, and apart from the bitter taste, he drank the tonic as if it were drinking water.

He pondered the cause and effect, and roughly realized that there were three causes.

Prescriptions, boiling techniques, and the medicinal power of herbs.

If all three can be solved, then there should still be hope for a dose of medicine that can help strengthen the effect of cultivation.

The first two are closely related to the skill level of traditional Chinese medicine, but the latter is limited by the difference in material materials.

It seems that we still have to buy a batch of medicinal seeds and plant them at the base for improvement. Guan Lang thought silently in his heart.

It also solves the problem that some medicinal materials are not sold in pharmacies because of their strong medicinal power.

After a short period of absence, he returned to reading and research.

Traditional Chinese medicine is a broad and profound knowledge, and the deeper you learn, the more difficult it becomes.

Fortunately, he had laid a solid foundation of knowledge some time ago, and he had the advantage of innate learning ability, but what he lacked was only testimony and accumulation.

By the time the twilight fell, he had barely managed to reach the last two points of proficiency.

Traditional Chinese Medicine Level 3 (015).

"Congratulations on completing the temporary side quest - The Road of Alchemy!"

"Get the task reward: 2 points of character experience, formula [Secret Recipe for Primary Body Refining Medicinal Bath]!"

"Hint: The original medicinal bath secret recipe has been converted into a corresponding herb based on the player's existing collection ability, and the strength of the secret recipe depends on the quality of the herb used. ”

Guan Lang finished reading the changes on the task panel and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The most crucial of the three determining factors has been solved by the system reward, and the gate of alchemy has been completely opened towards him.

And there is no need to worry about the presence of medicinal materials that do not exist in the real world in the prescription, and the annotation prompts are also very reasonable.

......

The winter solstice is quietly approaching.

The howling cold wind swept through the streets, and the whole world seemed to be wintering overnight.

Unlike usual, this year's first snow in Tiannan came exceptionally early, perhaps due to the cold air southward announced in the weather forecast yesterday.

There were snowflakes floating in the air, slender and faint, so beautiful that they looked like light feathers flying in the sky, and pear blossoms with snow petals fluttering.

Unlike the cold wind, this snow comes subtly, not impatient at all, but a little moist and soft.

Guan Lang stepped on a thin layer of clear snow and reached out to tighten the white wool knitted scarf around his neck.

The fingertips rubbed gently against the soft surface of the fabric, and there was a slight warmth in my heart.

He was indeed not afraid of the cold of the early winter, but some people were worried, and when he heard that the temperature had cooled down recently, he knitted a scarf for him to wear.

Embarrassed to refuse the kindness, but also in order not to look abrupt compared to other passers-by who were fully armed with sweaters and down, he accepted the scarf.

"Wow, look, look! That guy ......"

"So handsome......"

“... I know, it's like I'm painting stars upstairs......"

Ignoring the chatter around him, Guan Lang stepped into the office building.

"It was too late to watch the new last night.,So sleepy......"

"I really don't want to get up in winter!"

"Mr. Xiaoguan should also come today, right?"

"It's cooled down, Mr. Guan should be very cute when he is chubby......"

When you punch in and enter the company, the sound of small exchanges in the public office area pours into your ears.

The content of the male staff's communication is quite normal, but the topic of the female staff drinking coffee happened to fall on him.

Hearing too well isn't always a good thing.

Just like at this time, when he heard embarrassing remarks, he had to pass by as if nothing had happened.

"Good morning!" Guan Lang bowed slightly and walked calmly to his office.

“... Morning, Mr. Guan. ”

"It's always early. ”

It's like a teacher who is checking the morning reading, and the communication that was originally drinking coffee and eating breakfast and chatting about it stopped instantly, leaving only the sound of greetings one after another.

And the moment Guan Lang walked into the office and closed the door, the sound resumed again.

"Xiao Guan always wears a scarf, huh?"

"I don't know if I bought it or someone else gave it away?"

"You say, if I knit a scarf and give it to Mr. Xiaoguan, will he accept it?"

......

Remove the scarf and gently coil it over the coat rack.

"Whew..."

White mist came out of his mouth.

Guan Lang rubbed his cheeks lightly before sitting on the chair without changing his face.

He didn't know why his mood swings were so unusually good today.

Maybe it's because of this rare early snowfall, maybe it's for the scarf, or maybe it's because everyone is talking about the scarf.

Shaking his head and dissipating his messy thoughts, Guan Lang picked up the pen at hand.