An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

What happens when you add red dates to octopus soup? (Item #12)

The little brain was working over and over, trying to figure out how to stop the characters' feelings from developing.

A cry of "Ouch!" instantly drew the attention of Huo Qingshan and Chu Yao, who both looked toward the door.

Meng Youyou exclaimed "Ouch!" again. She leaned on the door frame with one hand and lightly placed the other on her forehead, walking unsteadily toward the two of them.

Her face, which had been slightly flushed from running, was still rosy. She wiped the non-existent cold sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, her expression pained and distressed, her eyes filled with feigned weakness and helplessness.

"I...I'm having a hypoglycemic episode, and I feel so dizzy. I feel like I'm about to faint and I won't be able to hold on any longer. Is there anything here that I can use to replenish my energy?"

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she was struggling to maintain her balance.

As Meng Youyou spoke, she made no attempt to conceal her surroundings as she looked around.

When Meng Youyou's gaze fell on the bucket of fish soup, her eyes instantly lit up with obvious surprise. She asked, feigning surprise, "What is this? Is it fish soup? I love fish soup the most."

After saying that, without waiting for the two to react, as if he had seen a savior, he reached out and picked up the fish soup and drank it thirstily.

Seeing this, DouDou couldn't help but complain: [Host, don't you think... your behavior is incredibly idiotic? Who in their right mind would immediately try to steal someone else's soup?]
Meng Youyou retorted irritably, "Do you think I want to do this? This soup is about to be served, and things are urgent. I can't worry about anything else right now. Do you have a better way?"

[Um...], DouDou wisely chose to mute herself.

The other two watched Meng Youyou devour her food from the insulated food container: "..."

Chu Yao hesitated, wanting to say something to interrupt Meng Youyou several times, but she didn't know where to start. Her mouth opened and closed several times... She then looked up at the man beside her.

Throughout the entire process, Huo Qingshan maintained his usual calm and composed demeanor, without showing any significant reaction.

Huo Qingshan met Chu Yao's pleading gaze and instantly understood her meaning. He said calmly, "It's alright. A little stomach upset is better than fainting. In critical moments, you always have to choose the less important option."

After saying that, he picked up his coat from the back of the chair and said goodbye to Chu Yao: "The medicine has been changed. You can continue with your work. I'll be leaving now."

Before leaving, he gave Meng Youyou, who was still struggling to drink her soup, a meaningful look on his face, and a smile he couldn't help but chuckle at the corner of his mouth.

Before we knew it, the fish soup was all gone. And you know what... this soup... was really delicious.

Meng Youyou removed the thermos she had been holding to her mouth and couldn't help but let out a satisfying burp into the air.
amount……

Ah this?

At that moment, even the air seemed to fall silent.

Meng Youyou, who had been pretending to be calm and focused on drinking her soup, couldn't hold back anymore... What should she do?
That's really a bit embarrassing!
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In the afternoon, Meng Youyou was sitting in her office when she suddenly felt a slight discomfort in her abdomen.

"Could it be that my period is about to start?"

"Wait a minute, I didn't experience this kind of pain when I had my period before. Why does it feel different?"

"Could it be that the constitution of this body is different from that of my future self?"

……

Meng Youyou went back and forth to the toilet several times to check, but to no avail. It didn't seem like her period had started, but why did her stomach feel uncomfortable?
Meng Youyou frowned with a miserable little face, listlessly flipping through the lesson plan in front of her, looking utterly hopeless.

Huo Qingshan sat quietly at the desk opposite him, taking in Meng Youyou's every move just a few meters away.

After a moment's thought, Huo Qingshan put down the "Report on Proposal for Adjustment of Border Patrol Routes" that he hadn't finished writing yet, and still chose to ask, "What's wrong? Is your stomach upset?" However, his tone was still cold. Although it was a sentence in the form of concern, the person who heard it didn't feel much warmth.

Meng Youyou was already feeling unwell and annoyed, so she didn't even bother to look at him. She replied indifferently, "Commander Huo, please don't ask. It's nothing more than those things that you consider shameful. If I talk to you about this again, you'll say I don't respect myself, and then I'll really be unable to clear my name even if I jump into the Yellow River."

As he said this, he remained sprawled on the table, completely still.

……

Meng Youyou heard the man walk to the door, open it, close it, and finally leave the office.

"You left because I made you angry? That can't be right, can it?"

A few minutes later, a smooth white ceramic cup appeared on her table and caught Meng Youyou's eye. Following the man's strong, powerful hand holding the cup, Meng Youyou looked up little by little, at his broad, thick chest... his prominent Adam's apple... finally settling on Huo Qingshan's well-defined face.

They met a pair of exceptionally dark and deep eyes.

Meng Youyou felt that his eyes were very deep, as if they held endless secrets, attracting her to unconsciously want to explore them.

But when she tried to take another step and peek at something more, she bumped into an incredibly heavy iron gate.

The door was seamless and airtight, firmly keeping her at bay, leaving her helpless.

Huo Qingshan spoke up at the right moment to interrupt the sudden and strange eye contact: "There's no hot water in the office today. I just went to the cafeteria and got a cup. It'll make you feel better."

Meng Youyou: "I really will thank you! So... 'drink more hot water'... can be traced back to so long ago?"

However... it's rare that he had this intention; at least he did something decent.

After thanking her politely, Meng Youyou took the cup and lifted the lid to see several brownish-red hawthorn slices and brownish-yellow dried tangerine peel half-submerged and half-floating in the hot water.

In an instant, a warm breath with a slightly sweet and sour smell rushed into my nasal cavity, refreshing and pleasant.

Although she hadn't taken a bite yet, Meng Youyou immediately felt much better.

Meng Youyou picked up the cup and took a small sip. Noticing that the water was still a bit hot, she blew on it.

While blowing on it to cool it down, she couldn't help but bring up old questions, asking, "Isn't it usually brown sugar water at times like this? Why did you put hawthorn and dried tangerine peel in it? I heard your family runs a clinic, is there some special reason for this?"

Meng Youyou deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of "your family runs a clinic".

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan lowered his eyes to look at the woman who was holding a cup and pretending to be nonchalant, and instantly understood the hidden message in her words.

"oh?

So you know?

That explains his behavior yesterday afternoon.

But even if we knew, so what?

Huo Qingshan didn't care at all; he showed absolutely no embarrassment or awkwardness at having his lie exposed on the spot.

Huo Qingshan pretended not to understand the implication in her words and simply replied in a formulaic manner, "The blackfish soup you drank this morning had red dates in it. When these two ingredients are stewed together, people with weak spleen and stomach or excessive dampness are prone to bloating and indigestion after eating it. Hawthorn has the effect of aiding digestion and strengthening the stomach, while dried tangerine peel can regulate qi and strengthen the spleen. Drinking some dried tangerine peel and hawthorn water can relieve your current bloating."

"What???"

What did he say?
Did I hear that right? What did that bastard just say?

Meng Youyou jumped up and down: "Since you knew there was something wrong with the soup, why didn't you stop me back then?" Her tone was indeed quite agitated.

Huo Qingshan reacted calmly, asking instead of answering: "Weren't you so hypoglycemic that you were about to faint at the time? Besides, this soup only causes slight adverse reactions in people with spleen deficiency and dampness. In a critical moment, weighing the pros and cons, I don't think I had enough reason to stop you from drinking it, did I?"

Meng Youyou was speechless: "..."

What does it mean to lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot?

This is!
What does it mean to be a mute eating bitter melon and have no way to express your suffering?

That's it!!!

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