It is a kind of hypnosis that combines modern hypnosis theory, through the methods of tapping, pressing and pushing the meridian points, combined with hypnotic instructions.
This greatly aroused Su Qiao's interest.
She no longer resisted discussing Chinese medicine with Mr. He.
From that day on, Mr. He lived in the village. Every morning, he would do Tai Chi exercises with Su Qiao and then have breakfast together. The two would either make a pot of tea and chat and discuss in the yard, or go directly to Su Qiao's simple medicine room to verify things.
In this way, the two people who were fifty years apart in age became close friends.
Fu Jingyao, who had been ignored as if he were a transparent person, was unhappy.
He deliberately hung around in front of Su Qiao for a long time but didn't attract any attention from her, which made him very annoyed.
At this time, he had long forgotten the sworn vow he made when he first arrived, saying that he would take revenge on Su Qiao.
"What are you doing?"
Fu Jingyao was already feeling unhappy when he saw Su Qiao, who was chatting enthusiastically with Old Man He under the osmanthus tree and didn't pay any attention to him at all. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw He Chengwu with his bare chest, preparing to chop wood.
He immediately rushed over like a beast whose territory had been invaded and snatched the hatchet.
"I'm chopping wood, can't you see?" He Chengwu looked puzzled.
Fu Jingyao had a cold face and stared at him fiercely: "Who told you to chop it?"
"All this firewood is mine. You don't need to meddle in my business."
Humph, the weasel is paying a New Year's greeting to the chicken, with ulterior motives!
He Chengwu didn't argue with him and said straightforwardly: "With your small body, you can act in a play, but for rough work like chopping wood, I'd better do it. I'm strong."
Fu Jingyao's face darkened: "I said I don't need you, so I don't need you."
As he spoke, he took off his green coat, folded it carefully and placed it on the wooden chair under the grape trellis. Wearing only the white lining, he walked towards the pile of wood.
"Humph, don't look at me because I'm skinny. I'm all muscle. I'm not like some people who only grow in height but not in brains."
He Chengwu glanced at his fair arms, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "That's you? And your whole body is full of muscles?"
"How dare you look down on me? Do you have the guts to compete with me?" Fu Jingyao was so angry that he almost jumped up.
"I won't compete with you." If his small body was hurt, Su Qiao would probably eat himself.
He Chengwu picked up his gray T-shirt from the grape trellis and put it on, then turned around and went to the corridor to get a large bamboo broom.
"What are you doing?"
Fu Jingyao ran over and took the bamboo broom as if he was guarding against a thief.
"You don't have to sweep. These jobs are mine. If you finish them all, how can I experience life? Can't you see I'm recording a show?"
He Chengwu was helpless: "Okay, these jobs are all yours, I'll go wash the dishes, okay?"
“Not even washing dishes.”
Fu Jingyao seemed to feel that his behavior was a bit excessive, and explained somewhat far-fetchedly:
"There are not enough bowls at home. If you are so rough, you will break a bowl. I will have to eat with a basin tomorrow."
He Chengwu was full of black lines on his face: "How many bowls can you not afford?"
Don't think that just because he is obsessed with martial arts every day, you don't know who he is.
If the second young master of the Fu family is short of this money, the sun will rise in the west.
Fu Jingyao held the broom and said in a very domineering manner: "No, it's just no."
"Also, we don't have any extra food at home. You should go downstairs and eat with the crew at noon. Don't even think about eating here for free."
This guy has bad intentions from the beginning. What if he gets addicted to the food Su Qiao cooks
This possibility must be eliminated at the source.
"What are you arguing about?"