Jiang Zebei stood in place, slowly stretched out his hand, and touched his hair stiffly.

It was the place where Chen Mengtian touched it before.

Looking at the back of the girl's rapid departure, Jiang Zebei felt a little different change in his heart in this small courtyard illuminated by the light in the room.

Even though the night air was a little cold, his heart was hot.

Seeing that Chen Mengtian had already walked into the kitchen, Jiang Zebei withdrew his hand and followed towards the kitchen.

The broth I drank at dinner and the meat inside were very strong.

Jiang Zebei drank two large bowls of broth, a white flour steamed bun, and ate a bowl of white porridge with rice fragrance before stopping.

He still exuded the smell of alcohol, and after eating, he was kicked out of the kitchen by Chen Mengtian.

After Chen Mengtian cleaned up the kitchen, he walked back to the inner room and found that Jiang Zebei had already washed up.

But with his still damp hair, he stood in front of the bookcase and washed his hair.

The position where the other party stood was the bookshelf where she put her medical books.

Chen Mengtian walked casually to the wardrobe in the inner room.

She took out a change of clothes from inside, didn't look at Jiang Zebei, and walked in the direction of the ear room.

From beginning to end, Jiang Zebei's eyes were on her.

And what he was holding in his hand was the Qinglian Medical Book.

Chen Mengtian has been reading Qinglian's medical book for more than half a month, how could he not find what he is holding in his hand.

Jiang Zebei looked at Chen Mengtian and walked into the ear room.

And at this time, he also put the Qinglian medical book in his hand back to the original place.

He took a look at the contents of Qinglian's medical book.

At the beginning, when he annotated the acupuncture points of the human body, he felt quite reliable.

But the latter is a little too exaggerated, even unrealistic, too mysterious, and whimsical.

In his opinion, this is simply miscellaneous notes, wild histories, and baseless content.

Jiang Zebei's indifference was something Chen Mengtian didn't expect.

She was in the ear room, washing as fast as she could, changing her clothes and coming out.

At this time, Jiang Zebei was already sitting at his desk, reading the poems he read on weekdays.

After a simple wash before, the whole person was much more sober, especially after washing his hair.

Jiang Zebei at this moment is the same as usual.

He heard the movement coming from the ear room, and inadvertently looked up, and saw Chen Mengtian's cloak coming out.

The other party was wearing a white bedgown, and a decent hair was draped behind him.

The girl who suddenly broke into her eyes turned out to be a little amazing at this moment.

Jiang Zebei stretched out his hand into a fist, put it against his lips and coughed lightly.

At the same time, his gaze on the girl was withdrawn.

Chen Mengtian walked to the bed, put down the things in his hand, and turned to speak to the young man who was sitting at the desk not far away.

"Jiang Zebei, I have something to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Zebei asked in a steady tone.

But he didn't dare to look up, and looked at the girl not far away.

The other party was not wearing dirty clothes, and the two plum blossoms were very clearly revealed.

After washing, the fragrance on the girl's body is even stronger.

The faint and cold fragrance is mixed with lotus fragrance, which makes people smell a little unfinished.

Chen Mengtian sat in front of the bed and casually glanced at the bookcase.

It was found that Qinglian's medical book had been put back to its original flavor, and Jiang Zebei's face did not show any outward emotions.

Regardless of whether the other party has read it or not, as long as he doesn't mention it, she won't take the initiative to mention it.

"I want to open a restaurant and make some medicinal signature dishes to attract people."

Her voice rang out in the room.