Chapter 130 "What are you going to broadcast live?" "Embroidery"
In the kitchen, Cao Yuan held a knife in one hand and faced the fish in the basin with a serious expression, as if he was ready.
This fish was bought by Cao Yuan from the vegetable market in the morning, because he wanted to save it for boiling the fish in the evening. He could have asked the boss to kill it first, but he was afraid that it would not be so fresh at night and the sauerkraut would be cooked. The fish was not that delicious, so Cao Yuan bought it alive, put it in a basin and filled it with water.
Unexpectedly, at night, the fish was alive.
Before you make pickled fish, you have to face a problem: killing the fish!
But...
Cao Yuan looked at the fish that was still alive and kicking on the chopping board, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
Cuilan, who did not forget to remind her, pushed her out.
"I am killing fish. This scene is too bloody. You should not watch it."
Cuilan was pushed away: I am a ghost, what am I afraid of?
"Cao Yuan, I'm not afraid, but you are, can you?"
She knew that Cao Yuan was the most timid. In the past, when he was in the imperial dining room, he would not dare to do such a thing as killing fish.
"I, of course I can, I am a man."
"Cuilan, don't worry, go out and sit outside and wait for me."
Cao Yuan felt , His Cuilan is so delicate and looks so gentle, she must be very soft and kind at heart, the kind who might cry even if she steps on an ant.
If she were asked to kill a fish and face a corpse as bloody as the fish, Cuilan would definitely be frightened and cry.
No, absolutely not!
If Cuilan heard what he was saying at this time, she would definitely say: Thank you for the invitation, not to mention the bloody fish in several pieces, just... I have seen it too, I really will not be Scared to cry.
But since Cao Yuan said so, Cuilan resisted the urge to rush over, grabbed the knife, and gave the fish a clean and neat idea of decapitating it.
She finally chose to leave the kitchen.
However, he was still afraid of Cao Yuan, so Cuilan quietly hit the fish with a stream of light.
The fish that was originally jumping around suddenly died.
"Okay, then I'm going out."
Cao Yuan sent Cuilan away. When he looked back at the fish, he found that the fish was dead and motionless.
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the fish was dead, otherwise he really wouldn’t know how to start.
When the fish died, Cao Yuan was no longer afraid.
After that, the fish was handled very neatly and we started making pickled fish.
After dinner, Cuilan asked Cao Yuan about the live broadcast.
"Live broadcast, who wants to live broadcast?"
"Me."
Cao Yuan was shocked to hear that Cuilan actually wanted to live broadcast.
"What are you going to broadcast live?"
"Embroidery."
It has been half a month since the day they met.
During this period, whenever Cao Yuan went to Cuilan to make an appointment, Cuilan would be reading a medical book.
After asking, I found out that she planned to take the exam for a surgeon's license.
Although Cao Yuan is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, he has also taken medical examinations before.
Although the exams for traditional Chinese medicine and surgery are different, some theoretical knowledge is still the same.
Cao Yuan originally planned to take this opportunity to teach Cuilan, so as to create opportunities for himself and Cuilan to get along.
Unexpectedly, Cao Yuan was shocked when he saw Cuilan reading ten lines at a time and even having a photographic memory.
"Cuilan, you are really a genius!"
Cuilan: No, I am a ghost. You should say that I am a ghost!
Because Cuilan's learning ability is so incredible, Cao Yuan felt that he could not teach Cuilan anything. He could only sort out some content that might be tested in the exam and make a paper for Cuilan.
Cao Yuan knew that Cuilan was going to take the medical exam in a month.
So recently, whenever I have time, I try my best to squeeze in time to read. Whenever Cao Yuan saw Cuilan reading a book, he would always be fascinated by it.
He felt that Cuilan who was reading was particularly gentle and intellectual.
It's just that some vague pictures always appear in his mind for no reason, just like before, he could always see Cuilan doing something with her head down seriously.
It's not reading. He can't see clearly what it is.
But that kind of Cuilan made him feel more beautiful and excited.
Before, Cao Yuan couldn't see such a picture clearly, but now, when the word "embroidery" appeared in Cuilan's mouth, the picture suddenly appeared in his mind.
The picture emerged of Cuilan wearing ancient clothes, lowering her head and holding a needle and thread, embroidering every stitch carefully. As she embroidered, she seemed to hear someone calling her.
She raised her head and smiled, her smile moving.
"Cao Yuan, what's wrong with you?" Cuilan's voice brought Cao Yuan back from his thoughts.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Are you planning to broadcast embroidery live? Cuilan, I didn’t know you could actually embroider!”
"Bring out some clothes, and I will embroider one on the spot for you to see."
"Okay, okay."
Cao Yuan took out a white T-shirt of his.
"Here you go, would you like to borrow some needle and thread for you?"
"No, I have it at home."
How can a ghost who relies on needlework not prepare tools?
Actually, Cuilan could conjure needle and thread on the spot, but that would scare Cao Yuan.
So I made an excuse to go to the house next door to get it.
Soon, the needle and thread were obtained. Cao Yuan looked at the various needles and threads and the complete tools. It was obvious that Cuilan was an expert.
“What are you going to embroider on it?”
Cao Yuan said almost without thinking: "Orchid, Cuilan, you can embroider the orchids on it."
Cuilan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Okay."
Soon, Cuilan began to thread the needle, and soon there were marks on her white T-shirt.
The light blue orchids sway gently in the wind, and the leaves are green, clustered and full of vitality.
Cao Yuan thought of the live broadcast Cuilan just said, subconsciously took out his mobile phone and started recording.
Just as I was recording, I was drawn in unknowingly.
Through the camera, even without any beauty or filters, Cuilan's hands are still slender and white, and very agile.
The needle and thread seemed to be alive in her hands. No matter where it was inserted, it could quickly outline a perfect arc.
She was so fast that she almost didn’t have to think, and her movements were so fast that only afterimages were left.
Her expression is serious and leisurely, as if embroidering a clump of orchids is a daily routine for her.
Cao Yuan knew at a glance that Cuilan was very skilled in embroidering, as if she had embroidered it countless times before.
So, who did Cuilan embroider for in the past?
The dead Bai Yueguang?
Almost instantly, this word appeared in Cao Yuan's mind.
Definitely.
Unexpectedly, what he liked was the same as the dead man.
No wonder Cuilan’s expression was a little strange just now.
No, if there is a next time, instead of letting Cuilan embroider orchids, just embroider the word Cao. Hey, Cao from Cao Yuan, Bai Yueguang will not let Cuilan die for him. Have you embroidered the word Cao?
Impossible, unless that person also has the surname Cao.
But Cao Yuan felt that it was unlikely.
(End of this chapter)