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Qi Yang looked at the rice porridge in front of him that clearly smelled of medicine, but was described as bland by the owner. Mouth.
Ling'er was overjoyed that Brother Yang was finally willing to let him feed her medicinal food
The temperature at the entrance was just right, and the heat of the rice porridge was also just right. The rice grains fully absorb the water and are soft and delicious. Since there are no other ingredients, the sweetness of the rice soup only blends with the astringency of the concoction, giving it a unique flavor.
Ling'er knew that the rice porridge this time was much more bitter than in the past. When she saw Brother Yang holding the porridge in his mouth and chewing it slowly as usual, she couldn't help but frown and asked, "Doesn't it feel bitter to eat like this?" On her part, she couldn't wait to swallow it as soon as she took it in her mouth. And she just cooked the porridge until it was boiling, just to save Brother Yang from chewing the bitterness.
Qi Yang swallowed and then answered Ling'er, "Who said this porridge is bitter?"
Ling'er blinked in confusion and said, "But I hope you recover. I have to hurry up and increase the dose without permission. Don’t they say that good medicine is bitter?”
“Nothing in this world is completely bitter, and there must be sweetness in the bitterness. I think the concoction is more sweet than bitter," Qi Yang explained with a smile.
Ling'er nodded as if understanding, and thought sadly, "Brother Yang, I'm afraid he has suffered too much, but he has tasted the sweetness."
"But the concoction was After the girl put it into the rice porridge, even the last bit of astringency was covered by the sweetness of the rice soup, so the rice porridge is not bitter at all," Qi Yang continued.
"Is it true? Let me have a taste, too." Ling'er was moved and took a spoonful of rice porridge and wanted to put it into his mouth.
"No" Qi Yang quickly stopped him.
Ling'er stopped and waited for Brother Yang's explanation.
"I've already eaten this bowl of porridge." Qi Yang reminded Ling'er.
Ling'er saw through him and asked pretending to be angry, "So you just lied to me. This porridge is bitter at all."
"This," Qi Yang explained in a low voice, " I'm just telling you what I think. The same food tastes different in different people's mouths." Ling'er understands this explanation. She suddenly understood that Brother Yang was only able to taste the hint of sweetness in something as bitter as concoction because his heart was too bitter.
Qi Yang saw Ling'er lowering her eyes and said nothing, thinking that she was still blaming him, and continued to explain, "Just like what my master said when I was a child, you can think of the feeling of a sharp weapon scratching your skin as pain, or It can be thought of as something else."
Ling'er was shocked after hearing this. How could Brother Yang's master teach him such a strange idea? Is it because of this understanding that Brother Yang doesn't care about his body so much
Qi Yang felt that for this reason, You can try to persuade Ling'er by the way, "So you don't have to worry about these flesh wounds on your body all the time. I don't take this kind of slight pain lightly."
GuoBrother Ran Yang feels that the pain of skin trauma is nothing, and he can be injured at will. Otherwise, with his superb martial arts, as long as he slightly slows down his offensive and increases his defense when facing the enemy, how can he be easily injured by the enemy?
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