I'm bound to the divine medicine system

Chapter 747
Others may not be able to smell what it is, but Qingxi will know it when he smells it.

Fish fillet in sour soup!

This dish used to be one of his favorite dishes, Mu Qingyi often cooked it for him and Qingwen, almost never getting tired of it.

Turning around again, this time, he quickened his pace and quickly found the house that was emitting a scent.

It was a very ordinary small courtyard, no different from other places. There were a few clothes drying in the courtyard, which were obviously dried, but they were not taken in.

There is a square table under a peach tree, with tea and fruit plate on the table.

When seeing the fruit plate, Qingxi's pupils shrank slightly, and her heart beat faster.

The fruit plate contained cut fruits, with bamboo sticks tied on it, and the pieces were neatly stacked, exactly the same as the fruit plates he had eaten before.

Mu Qingyi likes to peel the fruits first, then cut them into pieces and place them on the plate, and tie them with bamboo sticks so that he and Qingwen can eat them conveniently and cleanly.

He stood like this, staring at the fruit plate in a daze, as if he saw some rare treasure.

When Papa Mu came out of the house, he was taken aback when he saw the young man standing in a daze at the gate of the courtyard.

"Brother, how do you know that I live here?" He stepped forward quickly, opened the courtyard door, and stretched out his hand to grab the young man without saying a word.

The accompanying guards wanted to stop him when they saw this, but they were stopped by Qingxi's eyes.

Qingxi was dragged into the yard by Papa Mu, and directly dragged to the square table, "Sit down, sit down, I was still regretting it just now, I didn't ask your name, but you found this place."

Qingxi pointed to the fruit plate on the table and asked, "You cut this?"

Mu's father smiled and shook his head: "My daughter cut it, and she would never let me cut it, saying that I am not good at knife skills." He said and picked up the fruit plate, "Try it, it's very sweet." There are apples and pears in it. It is a good fruit he has carefully selected.

Qingxi's hands trembled slightly, trying to maintain a calm surface, and asked in a subdued voice: "Dare to ask your name, Xiongtai?"

Mu's father hurriedly said: "Miangui's surname is Mu, what about you? What's your name? How old are you this year?"

Qingxi's breathing became rapid, she dipped her hand into the teapot on the table, and quickly wrote a word on the square table, "But this 'Mu'?"

Mu's father nodded, "Yes, it's this Mu, what's the matter?" He could also see that something was wrong on the young man's face, and he felt a little nervous. This surname is not an unusual one!Could it be that he collided with his enemy?

Qingxi hurriedly asked: "Your daughter—what's your daughter's name?" His voice trembled slightly, suppressing the urge to rush into the house to find out.

Papa Mu was taken aback. What does he mean by this? What does the total daughter's name mean?
Could it be someone I knew before?

Just when Papa Mu was hesitating, a soft voice came from inside: "Father, what are you doing? Come and serve the food."

"Hey—here we come." Papa Mu responded, and before he even moved, the young man beside him rushed in like crazy.

The voice—the voice—

He was panting, as if his heart was going to jump out of his throat.

This voice rang in his ears every day and every night, appearing in his dreams.

How could he get it wrong.

"What are you doing?" Papa Mu chased after him.

Qingxi rushed into the main room, but there was no one there.Push away the nearest room, no one.

The kitchen, she was cooking just now, it must be in the kitchen.

At this time, Papa Mu grabbed him, "What are you doing? Why are you messing around in someone else's house?" Papa Mu was already a little angry at this moment, could it be that he had misjudged himself?This person is not a good person at all?
"Dad, who are you talking to?" A blue shadow came out from behind, holding the steaming sweet and sour pork ribs in his hand.

Qingxi turned around sharply, just in time to meet those eyes, and saw that face.

The plate fell from the hand, and the whole plate of sweet and sour pork ribs mixed with broken porcelain was torn apart.

(End of the full text) Followed by extra episodes
(End of this chapter)