Chapter 687

500 years really held great expectations for the moxa sticks.

After all, he had lived for half his life and had never eaten anything so delicious at anyone else's house; isn't it normal to lower the expectations a bit?

But why, after moxibustion for half a day, am I still not sleepy?

The smoke of the mugwort is really choking; it even choked my brain clear...

But... should I persist a bit longer? After all, the other side hasn't been moxibusted yet. Sigh!

He was already frowning and starting to feel irritable again, but soon, his brain suddenly felt a kind of happy dizziness, very much like being sleepy and waiting to sleep, but his thinking was extremely active...

Oh no, could it be that I was choked unconscious by the moxa smoke?!

The next moment, 500 years had no memory.

Until his head fell sharply, and his whole body seemed to bounce and wake up quickly, the moxa stick in his hand suddenly touched his instep—

"Hiss—"

But... what to block?

Seeing that a basin was already full, Zhai Xiaofeng finally noticed something wrong: "This basket... was picked too full..."

500 years sat up from the bed instantly, looking at the thick moxa stick stuffed in the thermos cup beside him with complex eyes!

Master Qian's hands were trembling a bit.

Where is this a moxa stick?

However, this also proves that moxibustion is really effective, right?! He immediately rekindled his belief...

Because the streamer warned that moxibustion must be done at night, 500 years watched the time and started at 5 o'clock!

She had fair skin and a slender figure; at a glance, you could tell she wasn't cut out for farm work.

He was already over thirty this year and was no longer at the age where he could fight, struggle, or stay up all night. But at this moment, after standing up from the bed and stretching, he felt as if endless potential had burst forth from his body—

500 years' tears were about to flow down! His heart was already completely filled with a sense of happiness.

"Feng, you just soak those perilla leaves in salt water and drain them, and keep an eye on the stove fire. I'll handle the cutting!"

……

But... he looked up at his feet.

However, for a long-term insomnia patient, the first thing 500 years did when he woke up wasn't to feel sorry for his scalded red instep, but to say depressedly: "Why did I only sleep for such a short while?!"

He turned over in a daze and checked his phone again—8:20 AM.

For example, at this moment, Master Qian walked past her back, feeling a bit happy, but deep down he always felt as if something was blocked in his heart, and even after walking around the construction site several times, it didn't go away.

By the time 500 years woke up again, the bright summer sunlight had already pierced through the trees by the window and spilled directly into the room.

If someone told me about a marathon now, I'd have the guts to go for a walk!

This perilla sauce, I can't do without it!

So Zhai Xiaofeng didn't take it to heart, but instead comforted the capitalist: "It's okay, packing it like this saves running back and forth... Besides, perilla sauce is very simple to make. Wait for me to soak it in salt water, then fish it out and chop it directly."

500 years was surprised: "Was this smoked to death by mugwort? Wow, the insect repellent effect is so strong?!"

And I received the express message yesterday noon and drove to get it yesterday afternoon!

That's not right!!!!

He immediately stepped forward, held his thermos cup like a treasure, carefully took out the moxa stick, and carefully packed it again in a sealed bag, fearing it would get damp.

Although the arm strength of us chefs must be amazing, no matter how amazing, we don't boil sauce in the morning and boil sauce in the afternoon!

He saw a layer of insect corpses spread out on the dark red wooden floor of the homestay. Although it couldn't be called dense, the number was not small.

The memory in his brain only vaguely had the impression of him throwing the moxa stick into the cup, and the rest was all blank.

Master Qian didn't notice.

But... this is the biggest problem!

……Is, is there something not quite right?

Song Tan didn't know that her moxa sticks were now regarded as treasures by others. She just exerted her usual skinning style and picked two more large baskets of perilla in the afternoon and sent them up the mountain.

He was just full of confidence at this moment—Old Song, don't look at how long you've been working here. But some ingredients are limited by region; you can't even think of them, you have to rely on me!

……

The moxa stick was very long and still exposed a small part in the thermos cup, but thank goodness, the smoke in the room wasn't heavy. Looking down again, the ashes prepared in advance inside had successfully extinguished the moxa stick, so it didn't burn all night.

Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to wake people up.

The mottled light and shadow jumped continuously with the wind, making his brain feel as if thousands of thoughts were jumping.

15 hours!

The perilla leaves looked fluffy and didn't have much weight, but grabbing them handful by handful, it actually took a long time to see the bottom!

There were mosquitoes, unknown small flying insects, black ones, white ones, yellow ones... and two big moths!

Zhai Xiaofeng's expression was extremely strange—

"This is..."

He also praised: "Actually, it's only because Master Qian is here that I dare to pick so boldly!"

The next moment, the sound of a phone falling muffled on the bed came from the room, followed by low and slow breathing, which was quickly covered by the chirping of insects and birds.

Song Tan leaned over, her eyes filled with a trace of confusion and innocence: "Is it too full? I saw that one basket only held so little, and it felt a bit wasteful, so I pressed it down hard."

He saw her squatting there, with two large stainless steel basins in front of her, taking out perilla leaves from the basket handful by handful.

"This perilla needs to be boiled into sauce, so the leaves must be chopped into small pieces. You young people can't handle it, so I have to do it!"

Most importantly, scanning it like this, I could count seven or eight rove beetles, more than what my sticky insect board could catch in a few days!

What kind of messy things are all over the floor?

Just this afternoon, around ten or eleven o'clock, weren't those basins of perilla chopped by me helping? At that time, no one said there was any problem!

It's only eight o'clock...

Who could have known that this was the most beautiful sleep I've had in the last 5 years!

Song Capitalist speaks in a way that can instantly make people lose their way.

What's more, chopping vegetable leaves... who doesn't know how to do that?

But at this moment... at this moment it was already 8:20 AM on September 1st!

"Who doesn't know that a chef like Master Qian is hard to meet! I'm also seizing the time to taste Master Qian's craftsmanship more, and by the way, call my younger brother to steal a trick..."

Wasn't the watermelon sauce just made? It's a seamless connection; not a bit of free time was left.

This is clearly my life!

Not to mention—

Counting it up, I slept for a full 15 hours!

Song Tan squatted there looking at Sheng Xionglin, and at this moment she said extra diligently: "I'll come help you!"

Just thinking about that, he was full of energy, and even the way he held the knife was extra upright.

Master Qian's eyes couldn't help but look at Zhai Xiaofeng on the side.