Jian Qing looked at his skillful movements and couldn't help but admire him, "Okay, I can't believe we haven't seen you in a few days.
You have practiced kung fu very well."
Jing Mohao glanced at him from afar, snorted softly, and stared at the movement in the pot again.
After a while, the liquid in the cooking pot solidified and turned into an attractive golden color.
Jing Mohao took the egg custard out of the pot, picked up the bowl, raised his legs and wanted to go out.
Jian Qing immediately blocked the door, but the bowl in his hand said, "Okay, your mission is completed, what's next Leave the matter to me, so I won’t bother you.”
Jing Mohao let him take away the egg custard in his hand, his eyes burning brightly.
Jian Qing brought the egg custard up and saw that Luo Xi was still the same as before she left, sitting upright on the bed with the quilt on her legs, looking lost in thought.
The apples have been eaten, leaving an apple core lying on the bedside.
Jian Qing handed the bowl in her hand to her and said, "Come on, the food is ready, eat some quickly."
Luo Xi slowly raised his eyes, said thank you softly, and took the bowl in his hand.
Looking at the bowl of yellow egg custard in front of me, I felt it looked very familiar, but I couldn't remember exactly when I saw it.
I just felt like I had seen this thing in a trance, but I couldn't figure out whether it was a dream or reality.
Jian Qing stared at Luo Xi closely, trying to read something on her face.
Although Jing Mohao seems to be so skilled in his techniques, he cannot guarantee whether the food he makes will be good or not.
Even if it is edible, he cannot guarantee that it will be delicious.
Luo Xi simply didn't pursue anything else, held the spoon, took a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
He took a simple sip, paused at the corner of his mouth, and his beautiful eyebrows instantly turned into knots.
Jian Qing hurriedly took a step forward, "What's wrong?"
It tastes so bad Luo Xi looked up at him, her bright pupils were filled with sadness, and she said in a gloomy voice, "Jian Qing, I seem to have lost my sense of taste."
Why is this pudding-like thing soft and soft in my mouth, but I can’t taste anything at all?
What Jian Qing heard her say was not that the egg custard in the bowl was not cooked well, but that she lost her sense of taste and her nerves became tense unconsciously.
Could it be that the sequelae of claustrophobia caused her to suffer from mental loss of taste due to long-term psychological stress?
"Wait a moment."
Jian Qing stood up, and after a while, he took out a small plastic bottle filled with a semi-transparent unknown liquid.
Jian Qing took out a cotton swab, dipped a little of the liquid in it and handed it to Luo Xi, "Try it."
Luo Xi took the cotton swab from him suspiciously, "Do you want to eat it?"
"Dab it on the tip of your tongue.
This is picric acid with a concentration of five thousandths, which is basically within the taste range of normal people.
See if you can taste it."
Jian Qing gave Luo Xi some popular science.
Luo Xi nodded as if he understood, took the cotton swab in his hand, stuck out the tip of his tongue and pressed it, eager to get confirmation.
As soon as she touched the cool liquid on the cotton swab, she felt a bitter taste going straight to her brain, like a mad cow breaking in from her mouth and trying to break her skull.
"Bah, bah, bah, it's so painful."
Luo Xi's already frowning brows became even more compact, and her whole little face was wrinkled into a dumpling.
She stuck out her tongue and kept fanning her mouth with both hands.
But the picric acid on the tip of the tongue is like ink droplets on rice paper.
Instead of fading away, it spreads on the tip of the tongue and ferments to the body and base of the tongue until all the nerves that sense bitter taste are completely absorbed.
Sensitively mobilized, it went straight into the head
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