Wubai Nian really had high expectations for moxa sticks.
After all, he has lived half his life and has never eaten such delicious food anywhere else. Isn't it normal to have higher expectations
But how come I’m not sleepy after smoking for such a long time
The smoke from the mugwort is really pungent, it clears my mind...
But... maybe I should just hold on a little longer, after all, the moxibustion here is not in place yet.
He was frowning and getting irritated again, but soon, his mind suddenly felt dizzy with happiness, as if he was very sleepy, but his mind was very active...
Oh no, could he have fainted from the smoke from the moxa? !
The next moment, there was no memory of the past five hundred years.
Until his head dropped suddenly, and his whole body seemed to bounce and wake up quickly, and the moxa stick in his hand suddenly touched the back of his foot -
"hiss-"
Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to wake people up.
However, for a long-term insomniac, the first thing they would do after waking up for 500 years is not to feel sorry for their burned feet, but to be depressed and say, "Why can I only sleep for a short while?!"
But this also proves that moxibustion is really effective, right?! His faith was rekindled...
The next moment, there was the sound of a cell phone falling on the bed, followed by slow breathing, which was quickly covered by the chirping of insects and birds.
…
When I woke up again five hundred years later, the bright summer sun had penetrated the trees by the window and poured directly into the house.
The mottled light and shadows kept jumping with the sound of the wind, making it seem as if thousands of thoughts were jumping in his head.
... Is there something wrong
He turned over in a daze, then opened his cell phone and looked at it - 8:20 am.
It’s only eight o’clock...
wrong!
!
Wubainian sat up from the bed instantly and looked at the thick moxa stick stuffed in the thermos beside him with complicated eyes!
The moxa stick was very long, and a small part of it was still exposed in the thermos cup, but thankfully, the smoke in the room was not heavy. Looking down again, the ashes prepared in advance had successfully extinguished the moxa stick, so it didn't burn all night.
But... this is the biggest problem!
The only memory in his mind was the vague impression of himself throwing the moxa stick into the cup, and the rest was completely fragmented.
I received the express delivery message yesterday at noon, and drove to pick it up yesterday afternoon!
Because the host reminded us not to do moxibustion at night, Wubai Nian looked at the time and started at around 5 o'clock!
But now... It's already 8:20 in the morning on September 1st!
All in all, I slept for 15 hours!
15 hours!
I wish I could shed 500 years of tears! My heart is completely filled with happiness.
Who would have known that this would be the best sleep I had in the past five years!
He is already over 30 years old, no longer at the age of fighting, working hard, and staying up all night. But at this moment, after standing up from the bed and stretching, he felt as if his body was bursting with infinite potential—
If you tell him about a marathon now, he would have the courage to go for a walk!
But... He looked up at his feet.
What's all this mess on the ground
The reddish-brown wooden floor of the hostel was covered with a layer of insect corpses of all sizes. Although it was not densely packed, there were still quite a few of them.
There were mosquitoes, unknown small flying insects, black, white, yellow... and two big moths!
The most important thing is that with just a quick glance, you can count five or six rove beetles, which is more than what you can catch with your own insect sticky board in several days!
"This is… "
Wu Bai Nian couldn't help but wonder: "Was it fumigated to death by the wormwood? The damn insect repellent effect is so strong?!"
He immediately stepped forward, held up his thermos cup like a treasure, carefully took out the moxa stick, and then put it back into a sealed bag, for fear that it would be contaminated by the slightest moisture.
Where is the moxa stick
This is clearly my fate!
…
Song Tan had no idea that her own moxa sticks were now considered treasures. She just continued with her usual peeling style and picked two large baskets of basil and sent them to the mountain in the afternoon.
Master Qian's hands were shaking a little.
Although the arm strength of their chefs must be amazing, no matter how amazing it is, they can't make sauce in the morning and in the afternoon!
Wasn't the watermelon sauce just made? It was really seamless, leaving no time for slacking.
Not to mention—
Master Qian couldn't help but look at Zhai Xiaofeng who was standing beside him.
I saw her squatting there with two large stainless steel basins in front of her, taking out handfuls of basil leaves from the basket.
The perilla leaves looked fluffy and didn't seem to have much weight, but when I grabbed handfuls of them, it took a long time to finish them!
Seeing that the basin was full, Zhai Xiaofeng realized something was wrong: "This basket... is too full..."
Song Tan came closer, with a hint of confusion and innocence in his eyes: "Is it very full? I saw that there was only so much in the basket, and it felt a bit wasteful, so I pressed it down hard."
She has fair skin and a thin figure, and at first glance you can tell that she is not cut out for farm work.
So Zhai Xiaofeng didn't take it seriously, and comforted the capitalist: "It's okay, pretending like this saves you from running back and forth... Besides, it's very simple to make basil sauce, wait for me to soak it in salt, then take it out and chop it directly."
Song Tan squatted there and looked at Zhai Xiaofeng, and at this moment he said very diligently: "I'll help you!"
He even boasted: "In fact, it's only because Master Qian is here that I dare to pick them so boldly!"
"Everyone knows that it's a great honor to meet a great chef like Master Qian! I'm also trying to try Master Qian's cooking skills and ask my brother to learn from him..."
When Song ZiBo talks, he can instantly make people confused.
For example, at this moment, Master Qian walked past her from behind. She couldn't help feeling happy, but somehow she always felt like something was blocking her heart, and the feeling didn't go away even after she walked around the construction site several times.
But... what are we blocking
Master Qian didn't notice.
He was just full of confidence at this moment - Lao Song, even though you have worked in this company for a long time. But there are some ingredients that you are limited to the region and can't even think of, so you have to rely on him!
This perilla sauce is indispensable!
Just thinking of this, he became full of energy, and even his knife-holding posture became particularly straight.
"Xiao Feng, just soak the basil in salt water and drain it. And keep an eye on the stove. I'll do the chopping!"
"To make the basil sauce, the leaves need to be chopped into small pieces. You young people can't do it well, so I have to do it!"
Zhai Xiaofeng's expression was very strange—
Just this morning, around 10 or 11 o'clock, wasn't she the one who helped cut those pots of basil? She didn't say there was any problem at that time!
What's more, chopping the vegetable leaves into small pieces... Is there anyone who doesn't know how to do this