Chapter 406 - 406 Chapter 406. Herbal Dish Recipe
406 Chapter 406. Herbal Dish Recipe
After Mo Su finished speaking, she stood up slowly and left the sofa.
Mo Qian looked at the books she had left on the sofa and sighed slightly. He raised his hand and pinched the corner of his eyebrows.
He knew that grandma would not let him off so quickly!
By leaving the book behind, wasn’t it because she wanted him to go to the room to talk to her later? She had been using this trick for many years and still didn’t get tired of it. Mo Qian cursed in his heart but had already begun to compromise.
Mo Ye had seen it too. She smiled silently and comforted him, “Don’t be so conflicted and sad! You’ll have to tell her everything sooner or later. Whether it’s Zhuang Xian or Lan Ling, grandma must know about your body! I’m a little puzzled. Why are you hiding it from us? Zhuang Xian is so pretty; what are you hiding?”
As she spoke, she suddenly reacted and said anxiously, “Oh, right! You haven’t caught up with her, have you? Tsk, useless!”
Mo Qian was so angry that he almost laughed. He tilted his head and squinted at her, saying dangerously, “What do you know? Go back to your room and sleep; no one is more talkative than you every day!”
Looking at his young master’s look as if his tail had been stepped on, Mo Xi couldn’t help but laugh. Although this young Miss was two years older than their young master, her personality was still like a child’s. She always teased their young master about fighting with her.
He couldn’t feel the childish bickering between young masters and young ladies nor the joy of argument.
However, looking at the young master’s current state, he was curious. After all, no one dared speak to Mo Qian like this.
Mo Ye did not mind Mo Qian’s fierce attitude at all. She stood up and looked at him with a smile, boasting, “I’ll sleep! I will not be being ‘interrogated’ by the old lady anyway. I’m going to the Blue Eagle Base with her tomorrow, so don’t even think about getting rid of me!”
As she said this, she snapped her fingers at Mo Xi and ordered without any politeness, “Please help me bring my luggage over. It should still be in my car.”
Mo Xi nodded respectfully and replied, “Yes, young Miss.”
After he finished speaking, he turned back to look at Mo Qian. He wanted to say something but was interrupted by Mo Qian.
“Go; I don’t need you here.” Mo Qian gently waved his hand.
It was getting dark outside the window, and the temperature had dropped. The Butler ordered the kitchen staff to bring out the fresh soup stewed the entire afternoon.
He brought a bowl to Mo Qian’s hand and said, “I don’t smell any alcohol on you, Young Master. You came back early from the party, so you probably didn’t have a good dinner. Have some soup, Young Master. Auntie’s not greasy, so it’s good to have some at night!”
Upon hearing this, Mo Qian looked at the soup giving off steam and fragrance. He asked with some doubt, “I’m not even coming back for dinner. Who asked you to make the soup?”
“Oh! This is the medicinal cuisine recipe that Mo Xi brought back before. Because Young Master doesn’t usually eat at home, you haven’t used it. It just so happens that it will be available tomorrow.” The Butler heard the young master’s doubt and quickly replied.
As he spoke, he thought of something and added, “It’s a little strange. I’ve never seen the recipe for this herbal dish before, but it’s delicious after Auntie makes it. The only bad thing is that the soup has to be finished within 10 minutes after it is out of the pot for it to be effective! I think the person who wrote this prescription must be genius enough to think of something like this!”
When the Butler explained, Mo Qian had already understood that this was the supplement recipe that Zhuang Xian had given Mo Xi!
Because he had never paid attention to any other diet methods other than medicine and acupuncture, even Mo Xi did not dare to disobey him. Medicinal cuisine had always been ignored.
As he thought of a particular doctor Who was not to be trifled with, her beautiful face filled with anger and dissatisfaction had already appeared in Mo Qian’s mind.
He felt an inexplicable sense of guilt welling up in his heart. After gently rubbing his nose, he took the bowl from the housekeeper’s hand and leaned closer to the wheelchair. After smelling the fragrance, he slowly drank it.
The Butler’s feelings were slightly complicated when he saw the medicinal cuisine boiled for so many days finally enter his young master’s mouth for the first time.