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Chapter 231: Selling sex or performing arts (2)
After cleaning his hands, Peng Gong waved to Huo An, "Come."

Huo An walked over and sat on a round stool in front of the couch. Peng Gong didn't speak, but squinted his eyes and began to take his pulse.

Su Huan stood aside, not daring to vent his breath.

I don't want to take this pulse, after a long time, so long that Su Huan thought that Peng Gong had fallen asleep, Peng Gong opened his eyes, looked Huo An up and down profoundly, "What's your name?"

Su Huan hurriedly said, "Huo An."

Peng Gong said slowly, "Do you know someone from Yuque?"

Yuque?

Huo An was at a loss and shook his head.It was the first time he heard these two words.

Peng Gong looked at him carefully, not letting go of every fluctuation in his eyebrows and eyes. After a long time, he withdrew his hand, cleaned it again in clear water, wiped it slowly with a white silk scarf, and said flatly, "Your throat is hoarse from poison. It's gone. It's been too long, and it may not be able to recover."

When Su Huan heard it, the look of anticipation in his eyes suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but twitched his mouth.

Peng Gong said, "Speaking is so important? You haven't spoken for so many years, no, you didn't die."

Huo An slowly withdrew his hand.

Su Huan suppressed the pain in his heart, and said slowly, "I talk a lot, and my husband is afraid that I will be lonely."

Peng Gong said, "Talking too much? Little girl, chattering is a disease, and it needs to be cured. I have just accepted a chatterer here, and I shouldn't save him. I talk so much every day that I want to kill him."

After speaking, he smiled softly, "It may not be possible to recover, that is to say, it may not be impossible to recover."

Su Huan was overjoyed again, and said cautiously, "What about the consultation fee?"

Peng Gong smiled, "How much can you give, little girl?"

Su Huan always felt that it was really awkward for this young-looking Peng Gong to call her a little girl.After thinking about it, I said embarrassedly, "We only have 300 taels. If it's not enough, I can make up."

Mr. Peng propped his chin, "300 taels is too far away. Naturally, I will give Nephew Wu's favor. Let's see, the consultation fees don't have to be real money. For example, the tuberculosis I saved, Just sell it to me."

When Su Huan heard it, he jumped back in horror, "I, I, I have a husband's family."

Huo An's complexion sank, he got up and pulled Su Huan to leave.

Peng Gong smiled, "Young man, don't worry, there is art besides sex. Are you selling sex or art?"

Su Huan quickly grabbed Huo An's hand, stopped and said, "My husband has martial arts."

Peng Gong curled his lips, "What's so good about martial arts? What Chu Tian Bi Xinju emphasizes is elegance."

Su Huan thought for a while, and then said, "I also have art. I have cooking skills."

Peng Gong smiled and looked her up and down, "Culinary skills are also considered skills. Xiao Zi, take them to live in the No. [-] wing in the backyard. Little girl, remember to perform at night. If you sell well, I will start treating your husband's poison tomorrow." .”

Su Huan agreed, "Okay, okay."

In the afternoon, Xiao Zi came to the wing room and took Su Chang to the kitchen. Huo An was worried and followed her.

The kitchen of Chutian Bixinju is so big that all the cooks and servants retreated. Xiao Zi pointed to the ingredients on the desk and said in a soft voice, "Peng Gongxi is light, and he only eats three dishes and one soup every night. Girl, look Let’s do it. Oh, the dishes must be beautiful, but also delicious, Peng Gong doesn’t like things that are not beautiful.”

After speaking, Shi Shiran went out.

Su Huan rolled up his sleeves and was about to do a lot of work. He walked over and opened the food box to take a look. He was dumbfounded.

There are only four ingredients, one bowl of white rice, five eggs, three carrots, and two vegetables.

Ahhh, there are only four ingredients in total including white rice. How can I make three dishes and one soup that are both beautiful and delicious.

Huo An smiled, and took out a wooden sign to write: "I really can't do it, I just die. Don't dislike me for being dumb."

Su Huan didn't speak, and went to the stove to sit in a daze, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "That's impossible, we've been climbing the mountain for a whole day. I think this Mr. Peng just has a lot of time to spare."

She snorted, "Huo An, come and cook the stove."

When night fell, Xiao Zi came to carry the food box, and Su Huan followed behind, anxiously following him to see Peng Gong.

Peng Gong was still sitting there in the hall, still dressed in white and smiling slightly, and there were four flowered lamp stands in the corner, with white candles as thick as two fingers standing on them at different heights.

In the light of the candle, Peng Gong was full of interest, watching Xiao Zi take out vegetables from the food box one by one.

The green vegetables are finely chopped and boiled into soup, which is green and green.

Eggs are fried into egg skins, seasoned with shredded radishes, wrapped in egg skins into a cylinder, and slept on two green vegetable leaves. It looks yellow, red and green, which is pleasing to the eye.

The cooked rice is soft and kneaded into three gourd shapes, with a strip of egg shreds tied around the waist, standing white and fat on the plate, like three precious gourds.

The last dish is round carrots, arranged in the shape of a plum blossom, with a thin layer of oil-splashed green vegetables on the bottom, green and red.

Peng Gong smiled, "Little girl, be sincere."

As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks and put down the chopsticks, and began to eat slowly.

Su Huan was nervous looking at it, not knowing if the taste was to his liking, and he didn't dare to vent his anger. He opened his eyes wide and watched as he leisurely ate shredded carrots in egg rolls, rice and gourds, and vegetables splashed with oil, and finally scooped up a spoonful of them. He came to drink the vegetable soup, then put down his chopsticks, turned his head and said with a pleasant face, "Xiao Zi, from tomorrow onwards, no visitors will be seen. I want to heal the throat of this little girl's husband."

Su Huan burst into tears instantly.

Early the next morning, Xiao Zi brought Huo An to Peng Gong's pharmacy, and told Su Huan not to wander around in the room.

Su Huan was very quiet and nodded obediently.

The wait is long and anxious.

There was a row of wing rooms in the backyard, but no one seemed to be living there. The yard was quiet, and Su Huan lay on the window looking at the sky boredly.

Just looking at it, I suddenly heard a muttering voice, "Portrait and portrait again! You can draw a small portrait, but I will never take off your clothes! I have morals! What do you say about your Peng Gongxiang, so Long Yang Right? Old and unprincipled!"

Su Huan froze for a moment, the voice was quite familiar.

So she opened the window, leaned out half of her body, and looked out desperately, only to see a few big banana trees in the courtyard. It was summer at this time, and the banana leaves were thick and oily green, blocking a lot of sight.

Under the dense plantain leaves, there seemed to be a boy in red shirt, leading a tall and tall man through the corridor opposite.

The man disappeared in a flash.

Su Huan propped his chin and thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything, so he sat back obediently, picked up a fallen tree leaf, covered one eye, and looked up at the white clouds in the sky.

Someone delivered the three meals, Su Huan ate alone, and at dusk Xiao Zi came to take her to the kitchen again, where she cooked three dishes and one soup for Peng Gong as usual.Today's ingredients are much richer, flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, hanging on the trees growing in the soil, everything that one expects to find, let Miss Su show her skills.

(End of this chapter)