After relieving the momentary shock, Su Qingluan moved his body left and right—especially his hands—to check if he had fallen.

After all, as a chef, if you hurt your hands or waist, you can basically say goodbye to the back kitchen in the near future, and Su Qingluan definitely doesn't want to.

Fortunately, apart from being a little emotionally frightened, Su Qingluan didn't feel that he was hurt—not even the slightest abrasions and contusions that he had originally thought.

She leaned over to the tray and touched the outer walls of the containers one by one - fortunately, no soup spilled, so the dishes inside were not seriously affected.

Thinking of the unusual air flow that Fang had just felt, Su Qingluan was sure that it was not his illusion, so he asked, "Mu Xingzhi, do you know qigong or something?" ”

Mu Xingzhi's hand that was originally holding the tray paused slightly, turned around and looked back at the girl who was close to observe the contents of the tray, and his expression was slightly confused: "What is qigong?" ”

Su Qingluan was stunned, and said in his heart that it may be different from the definition or name of "qigong" in the times?

She wasn't sure about this, so she simply told the truth: "The moment I was about to fall, I felt as if there was an unusual air current supporting me, I thought you were using some kind of qigong like 'fighting cattle across the mountain'......"

Mu Xingzhi was stunned for a moment, then covered his sleeves and laughed in a low voice—not the kind of smile that was meaningful or polite in the past, but the kind that was really amused.

Su Qingluan's mind was full of question marks: "What are you laughing at?" "Although there is no evidence, I always feel that her IQ has been insulted!

"Qingluan is really imaginative, the word "fighting cattle across the mountains" is good, but it's just ......" Mu Xingzhi leaned closer and teased, "If this kind of exercise is taught somewhere, I also want to learn it." ”

"......" is really despised, right? Su Qingluan said in her heart, could it be that she was in an instant of adrenaline explosion to bring out all the potential of her body to avoid injury?

She was completely confused by Mu Xingzhi's sudden approaching movements, but she never realized that in fact, Mu Xingzhi was just teasing her name of "fighting cattle across the mountain", but the question she raised was not answered.

At this time, Song Bo came over from the back kitchen with another larger tray, and sighed as he walked: "Mrs. Su, these plates and bowls of yours don't look big, and the weight is not light." ”

Having said this, Somber carried a tray in one hand, and in the other hand a smaller tray with a celadon flask and two cups of the same material.

Even with this "weight imbalance between the left and right", Song Bo's steps were very fast and steady, making Su Qingluan feel that the large tray in his hand did not have the weight he felt before, but was just a light and fluttering model.

However, it was obvious that this was just an illusion, and the sound of the tray resting on the table made Su Qingluan sure that her previous experience of barely being able to hold this tray was not her own delusion.

Songbo put down the tray and wine utensils, leaving only a sentence of "slow use" and wanted to retreat to the door as usual, but was stopped by Su Qingluan.

"Songbo, I did your share too!" Su Qingluan pointed to the various dishes that were divided into three equal parts and served in three equal containers, "Except for this one, the others are divided into three parts." ”

Su Qingluan was referring to the plate that looked the most conspicuous and occupied the largest area on the table, Songbo didn't know what it was, but it looked like the main course.

Song Bo didn't seem to think that he also had one, but his originally cool smile was a little cramped: "Mrs. Su...... I can't sit at the same table with the host, and your kindness is appreciated. ”

Although he had heard Song Bo say it before, Su Qingluan was still a little surprised: Mu Xingzhi didn't look like the kind of old-fashioned man who paid great attention to the rules? What's more, judging from the daily relationship, Songbo is obviously very trusted and valued by Mu Xingzhi, and Songbo is considered an elder from the perspective of his age, so he can't even sit down and eat a meal together, right?

Su Qingluan's glance was a subconscious action, and when she realized that the meaning was somewhat impolite, she controlled herself to turn her gaze back.

However, even such a momentary line of sight is still too straightforward and obvious for people like Songbo and Mu Xingzhi.

Mu Xingzhi looked at Song Bo with a helpless expression, but Song Bo smiled and said: "Su Niangzi doesn't have to think too much, this is not the rules of the owner, it is really because of some of my experiences, and I am not used to dining at the same table with others." ”

Su Qingluan didn't expect that the questions he hadn't yet spoken about would be broken by the two of them like this, and he was a little embarrassed, and when he heard Song Bo say this, he was even more embarrassed to ask, so he looked up at the two people opposite: "Then I'll put all these foods on the table, and let's have a banquet?" ”

As he spoke, he began to put the dishes on his and Mu Xingzhi's side, and by the way, he put Songbo's share separately on the tray that was brought over before.

Songbo saw that there were no duplicate containers on the table, and joked with a smile: "I think Mrs. Su has turned out all the plates and bowls that can be used in our house!" ”

Su Qingluan smiled and nodded: "Actually, at the beginning, I thought about whether to go to the town to find Hongfulou to borrow containers, but fortunately, I saw that the containers here are quite complete and sufficient, so I didn't bother to do that anymore." ”

After thinking about it, Su Qingluan asked again: "But I see that the other furnishings here are very simple, nothing special, why are there so many pots and pans like this?" ”

And there are a lot of colors, materials, and shapes, and I don't know what tableware wholesale center I have entered.

Mu Xingzhi smiled meaningfully when he heard this: "This is to ask Uncle Song, after all, he is mostly in charge of the kitchen at home." ”

Songbo coughed lightly a little uncomfortably: "Actually...... I'm a clumsy man, and I'm not good at cooking at first......"

Su Qingluan was stunned, and then suddenly realized: Anyone who is used to blowing up the kitchen, it is estimated that the tableware will be miserable. Modern kitchenware, dishes and chopsticks can also be saved with powerful detergents after "carbonization", but it is clear that there is no such powerful decontamination artifact in this era, and it is estimated that the "fried kitchen" incident on this wood-burning stove will be more serious.

Su Qingluan instantly looked at Mu Xingzhi's gaze with some sympathy: it is not easy for this person to persevere while eating the things of the kitchen killer.

Thinking like this, Su Qingluan was full of pity for Mu Xingzhi's stomach and intestines, so he said: "Now that the weather is cold and you need hot soup to warm your stomach, let's start with the soup - by the way, if Song Bo eats by himself later, then I won't open the container first." ”

Songbo smiled: "It's convenient. ”

Su Qingluan unveiled two of the three soup cups, and Mu Xingzhi put the two soup cups in front of Su Qingluan and himself.

As the lid of the soup cup was lifted, Songbo asked curiously, "This is ...... Egg drop soup? "But can the egg drop in the egg drop soup be so fine as silk threads?