Mu Xingzhi stretched out his hands and spread them in front of him, and his pale palms didn't seem to glow with warm blood even in the sunlight: "What is 'finger'?" ”

"It is to use your fingers to pose in various postures to achieve the effect of flexible fingers, such as ......" Su Qingluan thought for a while, put down the knife for cutting vegetables, and gestured with his hand:

"A tiger in the mountains, a deer in the forest," she said with her five fingers spread out to make the front paws of a tiger, and then clenched her middle and ring fingers with both hands, and the other three fingers were straightened and raised above her head to make antlers;

"A duck on the side of the road, a rabbit in the grass," she folded her hands up and down in front of her, making a duck open mouth, and put her index and middle fingers together to make rabbit ears, and jumped on the spot twice.

After doing the rabbit jumping action, Su Qingluan raised his eyes and looked, Mu Xingzhi's expression seemed to be a kind of ...... Barely holding back a smile.

"Ahem," the young man coughed lightly, suppressing the smile in his throat, "it's really childlike." ”

Su Qingluan felt that her face was "brushed" red, and she quickly explained: "It, in fact, this is the most commonly used game between me and my sister. ”

She taught the little girl these nursery rhymes every day, and the little girl also learned very happily, and accidentally formed a habit.

Now Su Qingluan thought about it: he actually taught a young man who looked like he was about twenty years old, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like he had that serious illness in his head.

Yes! Why every time she sees this person, she is losing her adult life to death!!

Su Qingluan said that he regretted it and wanted to disappear in place immediately.

But Yang apologized to Mu Xingzhi on the side: "Mr. Mu, don't be surprised, this kid had a high fever when he recognized him last time, and he forgot a lot of things after that." Although her behavior is a little out-of-the-box, it is completely out of kindness, please bear with me......"

Su Qingluan wanted to cry without tears in her heart: Mother, no matter how your explanation sounds, it sounds like "My child burned out his brain, don't worry about a fool......

But thinking about his series of "performances" just now, he really looks like a fool.

No matter how you explain it, it will get darker and darker, Su Qingluan decided to completely break the jar and break it, and honestly bow your head and cut vegetables!

Because of the death in front of Mu Xingzhi again just now, Su Qingluan instinctively didn't want to face this person.

So, she desperately tried her best to completely empty her thoughts, so as not to let her memories jump back and forth between the two social deaths.

Due to the emotional emptiness, Su Qingluan's movements were completely subconscious muscle memory, so there was no control and camouflage in his hands.

Because of this, her speed of cutting vegetables is getting faster and faster, faster and faster, and even the shredded vegetables that she cut off did not fall, and she cut it with the next knife.

In less than a moment, green, pale yellow, white...... All kinds of shredded vegetables appeared in the place where Su Qingluan's kitchen knife swept by, as if it was a trick.

By the time Su Qingluan returned to reality from that state of selflessness, all the remaining dishes had been cut into thin strips, and there was a large circle of people around the stall.

Everyone, including Yang, looked at her intently.

Seeing that she finally put away the knife, there were one or two exclamations in the crowd, and then there was a tsunami of applause:

"Oh my God, this little lady has done a good job with a knife!"

"I can't see the shadow of the knife clearly!"

"I've been to the capital, and the chef in the restaurant there is at this level!"

"I think you're blowing through the cowhide!"

There was a lot of discussion around, and Yang looked at Su Qingluan in shock: "Big girl...... Y-What are you?! ”

She knew that her eldest daughter had some talent in cooking, but this level of knife work was ...... Isn't it too bizarre?

Although the stall prepares a lot of food every day these days, it is only more than a month to complete the meal.

Is there really anyone who can practice knife work so skillfully in such a short period of time?

Su Qingluan's mind was racing, and he was desperately trying to make excuses for himself.

However, at this moment, a voice that surprised her sounded: "Su Niangzi's knife skills are so good, did she learn from a famous chef before?" ”

Su Qingluan "chuckled" in his heart, and followed the prestige, but it was Mu Xingzhi.

At this time, although the young man still had a smile on his face, his eyes looked at him for a moment, with an inquiring meaning, as if he had the strength to completely see through the human soul.

In fact, in a sense, Mu Xingzhi's sentence can be regarded as a correct guess, in her previous life, she was an orphan and was adopted by a master and a master who was already over the age of six.

And the master used to have a family history of "imperial kitchen", but later the times changed, due to various reasons, he only opened a private restaurant after retirement, making homely cooking for three or five friends.

However, the master is dedicated to her adopted child, and although she died early due to illness in her previous life, she also has 20 years of "cooking experience".

But how is such a thing possible?

In this kind of era, if people really know that they are possessed by lonely spirits and wild ghosts, there is a chance that they will be burned to charcoal, right?

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan could only repeat that sentence back and forth: "I don't know why I'm so good at cooking, I don't remember the past." ”

Anyway, she didn't admit it, and the place where she was adopted was a wealthy mansion, so naturally she couldn't allow the rural people here in Huaxi Village to come to inquire about the past of a fake daughter who had nothing to do with them.

In this way, there is naturally no actual evidence.

So what if someone is skeptical? There's no evidence that there's something wrong with her, is there?

But although he thought so in his heart, Su Qingluan didn't dare to face the faces of Yang and Mu Xingzhi.

For the Yang family, he is guilty of guilt.

However, for Mu Xingzhi......

For some reason, she always felt that if the two looked at each other, the young man's slightly smiling eyes seemed to be able to see through her whole, which was terrifying.

Mu Xingzhi chuckled: "Then Xu is the lady of the Su family, and I don't know where she learned a second-hand skill from a famous chef?" ”

When Yang heard Mu Xingzhi's words, he immediately turned from surprise to sudden realization: "That is to say, the family that adopted the eldest girl is very wealthy, and it is not strange to have a powerful celebrity chef!" ”

Su Qingluan raised his head and glanced at Mu Xingzhi cautiously: this person rationalized his "doubts" in just one sentence.

Is this just an unintentional coincidence?

But if it wasn't a coincidence, why would he cover himself up like this?

Su Qingluan couldn't tell whether Mu Xingzhi did it intentionally for a while, and his heart was a little confused.

At this time, I remembered the voice of a middle-aged man who was sassy and hearty: "Xingzhi Xiaoyou, it turns out that you are here, but let me find it!" ”

Su Qingluan looked up and followed the voice, but saw that the person who spoke was a middle-aged scribe with a fluttering beard and wearing a light gray cotton robe.

However, he didn't want to pace like ordinary literati, but walked quickly to Mu Xingzhi's cumbersome wheelchair with a chic and natural gait.

Su Qingluan's eyes flickered, but he saw Yang stop wrapping the burritos in his hand and walked towards the middle-aged scribe.

This? Does your mother know this person?