Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Chapter 132 Porridge with Pickled Vegetables

"Boss, do you have chili sauce?"

"Yes, miss, a small dish for two coins."

"One plate, please."

"okay."

Yang Jianwu loves spicy food. While promoting various delicacies at Huashuiyuefang, she also spread the spiciness to the entire Dongli. Now, many people in the capital know how to grow chili peppers and use them in their food.

"Your chili peppers are here, please enjoy."

Yang Jianwu picked up some noodles with her chopsticks and put them in her bowl. After stirring them a few times, the soup turned a bright red and glossy. She took a sip of the noodles and exclaimed how delicious they were! Her lips, having eaten chili oil, also became red and moist.

The man next to him swallowed hard; it looked delicious.

"Boss, give me a plate of chili peppers too."

"Here comes your chili pepper."

The man picked up a small amount of chili pepper, held it to his nose, and smelled it. It smelled wonderful, with a slightly pungent aroma; it seemed quite good. Chili peppers were a specialty of Dongli, and he'd heard they were used to make...

He put the chili peppers from the chopsticks into the noodles, and then scooped some more chili peppers from the small dish.

Yang Jianwu muttered to herself, "I didn't realize she could handle so much spicy food."

"Ok?"

"It's alright, please enjoy your meal."

The man, full of anticipation, scooped up a small wonton and put it in his mouth, "Cough cough cough!!"

"Boss...cough cough...give me some water...cough cough..."

Yang Jianwu used her arm to protect the wonton noodles in the bowl, and moved herself and the bowl to the side a little. She can't eat spicy food but she's eating so much, and she's coughing so badly, I hope she doesn't spit it into her bowl.

The man felt a little better after drinking a bowl of water, but he couldn't eat the wonton noodles with extra chili. He just sat next to Yang Jianwu and watched her slowly enjoy them, coughing occasionally.

Sensing someone watching her, Yang Jianwu looked up and met the man's gaze. "Is there something you need?"

"Ah," the man shook his head, "No, no."

Why are you looking at me if you have nothing to say?

"It's just...you seem to be enjoying your food...cough cough..." The man covered his mouth with his hand, but he couldn't help coughing out loud.

Yang Jianwu almost lost her appetite because of his coughing. "Give me your hand."

"Ok?"

"hand!"

"Oh."

The man placed his free hand on the table. Yang Jianwu pressed down on the man's wrist with one hand and pulled out a hairpin with the other, stabbing it into the Shaoshang acupoint.

Strangely enough, the man's throat, which had been hurting like it was being cut by a knife when he coughed, suddenly stopped hurting, and he no longer wanted to cough.

"Amazing! Girl, you're amazing!"

Yang Jianwu curled her lips in disgust, ignored him, and continued eating.

"Girl, how did you do that?"

"If you don't shut up, believe me, I can make you cough even worse than I did just now!"

"I believe you!" the man said, and wisely shut his mouth.

Yang Jianwu finished the remaining wontons, wiped her mouth, and then spoke, "The spot where I just stabbed you is called the 'Shaoshang acupoint,' which is used to treat sore throat, stroke, heatstroke, fainting, fever, and mania..."

Yang Jianwu could tell he was young and well-dressed. When she pressed his wrist, her skin was smooth and delicate, suggesting he had been raised in luxury since childhood. How could his health be so poor?!

Adhering to the principle of "better to avoid trouble than to cause trouble," Yang Jianwu chose to speak less or not at all, only reminding her not to eat spicy food before leaving.

The man watched Yang Jianwu's departing figure with great interest, wondering if he would ever have the chance to meet her again.

Yang Jianwu wandered around for a while before slowly walking back to the General's Mansion. In the distance, she could see a figure leaning against the stone statue at the entrance.

The figure wasn't his father; could it be Mo Ye? He strode forward, his clothes gradually revealing their color. His fair and smooth face had sharp, cold features, and his whole body exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

The moment he saw Yang Jianwu, his eyes softened, seemingly able to encompass everything, like clear lake water rippling under the spring sun, making one unable to resist immersing oneself in it.

"You're back. Are you hungry?"

"Um... what are you doing here?"

"If you're hungry, come with me while I'm waiting for you."

Puyang Xuan took Yang Jianwu's hand and walked into the mansion. When they arrived at the small kitchen, he pressed down on Yang Jianwu's shoulder and asked her to sit at the table and wait.

Puyangxuan opened the large steamer basket. The fire underneath had been burning, and the steam from the boiling water inside burst out the moment it was opened, filling the entire small kitchen with a misty haze. Inside the large steamer basket were a plate of stir-fried mixed vegetables, two steamed buns, and a bowl of white rice porridge.

Yang Jianwu watched Puyang Xuan move about in the misty kitchen, not even bothering to put down the hot plates, just to bring the food to her one by one. She felt a little touched; someone still cared whether she was hungry...

"This...you made it?"

"Hmm, try it and see if it suits your taste? I remember you said on the way that vegetables in this season are delicious when just stir-fried together. I tried making it, but I don't know how it turned out."

Pu Yangxuan picked up some food and placed it in the small dish in front of Yang Jianwu, then put his chopsticks on her right. "Eat quickly, the food is already warm."

Yang Jianwu wasn't actually very hungry, but she couldn't bear to refuse Puyang Xuan's request, and she couldn't let his good intentions be trampled on. So she suggested that he have some porridge.

"Eating too much at night can easily lead to weight gain, so I'm not eating steamed buns anymore; I'll eat vegetables and drink porridge instead."

Puyang Xuan grinned like a child, "You can eat whatever you want, come and try it!"

Yang Jianwu picked up a piece of vegetable with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. It was sour, pungent, and extremely salty... She then drank a mouthful of porridge and swallowed it. It had a slightly burnt taste... The porridge with pickled vegetables was barely acceptable...

"It's very good, it tastes great with porridge."

"As long as you like it."

“After you left just now, your uncle was actually quite upset. I noticed that his eyes were a little moist.” Pu Yangxuan said, tracing the outline of his eyes with his hand. “So, don’t blame your uncle. He doesn’t know about you and Mo Ye, does he?”

Yang Jianwu shook her head, "I don't know... No one in the family knows except my mother."

"Then... what did your aunt say? Does she think you and Mo Ye are a good match?"

"My mother said he's not good enough for me..."

"Pfft—" Pu Yangxuan had barely made a sound when he immediately covered his mouth. If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, he would have loved to burst out laughing three times!

Seeing how uncomfortable he was holding back, Yang Jianwu said, "If you want to laugh, just laugh. What's there to hold back? He didn't say a word for me at the dinner table just now. It was so hurtful. Luckily, it's only temporary. I can't imagine what it would be like if it continued like this."

"Hahaha~~" If Mo Ye knew that he was a beat slow in speaking and disappointed Jian Wu, he would probably be furious.

After he had finished laughing, Puyang Xuan asked again, "Sword dance, sword dance, what about my performance?"

"Hehe, you did well, but I..."

Puyang Xuan covered Yang Jianwu's unfinished words with his hand. The woman's lips were very soft. The two were very close and he could smell Jianwu's unique fragrance. He thought that this hand had just covered his mouth and was now covering Jianwu's mouth. Could it be considered a disguised kiss?