After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

The water boiled and she finished washing the cabbage.

Light the pot, turn on the range hood, and pour in the oil.

Then throw in the peppercorns.

Then there are the chopped green onions.

Chen Ping'an walked over and stood beside her, looking at her without saying anything, and Lanxiang did not press him to answer.

Soon the kitchen was filled with the aroma of peppercorns and chopped green onions. When the green onions turned slightly yellow, Lanxiang picked up the kettle and added boiling water.

With a "hissing" sound, a large amount of steam rose, but the fragrance became stronger.

Soon the water boiled, Lanxiang took out the noodles and threw them in. When it was almost cooked, she beat an egg into it.

Chen Ping'an felt warm in his heart.

This is his favorite noodle when he was a child.

This is basically what Liu Qing does every time he makes noodles for him and Huihui.

After stir-frying the peppercorns and chopped green onions, add two poached eggs. Finally, when you are about to serve, throw in a few vegetables. It will be ready to eat in two or three minutes.

Because there is not much soup, each time it is served in a huge bowl, with both the soup and noodles poured into the bowl.

Chen Ping'an also likes to add a spoonful of lard.

It smells so good!

"I learned how to make these noodles from a video, but they say to add a spoonful of lard. I don't have any lard here. Would you like to add some sesame oil?"

Lanxiang suddenly turned her head and asked.

Chen Pingan shook his head. "No, this is good enough."

A moment later, the two sat at the dining table, and a large soup bowl was placed in front of Chen Pingan.

"Is it tasty?"

Seeing Chen Pingan adding some salt and starting to eat, she couldn't help but ask.

"It's delicious. Aside from being a little hot, there's nothing wrong with it. This bowl of noodles is the best thing I've had since returning this time, bar none."

Chen Ping'an didn't hesitate. He picked up the noodles, blew on them, and then put them into his mouth and started slurping.

It didn't look like the way he ate, but Lanxiang came from a military family and her whole family ate like this, so she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

A man should eat like a man.

This is the normal way to eat noodles.

Chen Pingan showed his true self in front of her, which made Lanxiang feel happy.

Lanxiang watched him quietly as he finished his noodles and was about to send them to the kitchen, then said, "You can go to the sofa. You don't have to feel restrained here. You can smoke if you want.

I'll go wash the pots and dishes."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Thank you, it's really delicious."

Lanxiang also smiled, picked up the bowl and went into the kitchen. In just three or two minutes, she had washed all the pots and bowls, put them aside, turned around and walked out and sat next to him.

She looked at him, "Chen Ping'an, can you tell me?"

Chen Pingan took out a cigar, lit it, took a puff and said, "I do have a secret, it's a fortuitous encounter, but I can't tell you now.

Maybe your painting works on me because of my experience. Whatever the reason is, we only need to focus on the final result.

Lan Xiang sighed secretly, "Okay, let's talk about it when you are willing to tell me.

This painting is of a portable size, so you can always put it in your carry-on bag..."

Chen Pingan nodded and said, "I have never told anyone my secret, you are right about that.

There’s a high probability that I will never tell anyone in my lifetime.”

Lanxiang picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, then said calmly, "Everyone has their own secrets, and I respect that.

I just…”

Chen Pingan interrupted her and said, "No need to explain, I understand you. Although I am also very curious about your affairs, I can bear not to ask.

Besides, my situation is different from yours."

He flicked the ash from his cigarette and smiled, "You said it yourself. You were ill at first and couldn't be cured. Then you saw a Buddhist painting on your phone, and the treatment worked.

I have a very good memory, and these are almost your exact words.

This is also why you like Buddhist paintings, am I right?"

Lanxiang nodded.

Chen Pingan looked at her face and said slowly and gently, "Your illness is probably related to your soul. Western medicine probably can't cure it.

I guess if your parents had found a rural shaman, he might have been able to cure you.

You don’t need to stay in the hospital for that long.”

What he didn't say was that either this was the truth or Lanxiang was lying.

But looking at Lanxiang's micro-expression, it doesn't look like she is lying.

He didn't know the specific situation and could only guess.

He even wondered if Lanxiang had added some so-called soul power into her painting.

After all, I have been reborn, so what is impossible?

It’s just that I can’t ask about this topic myself, so Lanxiang has to bring it up herself.

And unless she told him first, he would never tell her secret even if he was beaten to death.

Even if Lanxiang guessed it, he would never admit it.

Just as I thought of this, I heard Lanxiang say, "You are right, that is exactly what I said at the time.

And what I said is all true! I didn’t exaggerate or hide anything because there is no need.”

Lanxiang knew that this might be the official beginning of their conversation today.

"Besides, I overlooked one thing before." She said seriously.

Chen Pingan's eyes narrowed, "What did you overlook?"

“I used to feel tired when painting, but I always thought that was normal. After all, it was a expendable effort and time.

But this painting…” She pointed to the photo frame next to Chen Pingan, “makes me feel particularly tired.”

Chen Pingan looked at her and she looked at Chen Pingan too.

Their eyes met, calm and confused.

After a long moment, Chen Pingan slowly said, "Have you read online novels? I used to read them when I was a kid.

I think some of the scenarios described in it are very similar to your situation.”

"what's the situation?"

"There's something called a talisman in novels, which is usually found only in novels about cultivating immortals. People without cultivation skills can't draw it.

For example, the Fire Talisman or something like that.

But you definitely don't have any cultivation, because that is something in the novel after all, and it may not really exist in the real world.

In the past, there were some folk shamans who would draw a random talisman, burn it, put it in water, and let the patient drink it to cure the disease. You must have heard of this."

Lanxiang nodded. "I've heard of this. There are quite a few people like this in the countryside, and they're said to be able to really cure illnesses."

Chen Pingan smiled and said, "Lanxiang, if you really want to know, I suggest you find someone like this and have him watch you paint. Then maybe you will know what's going on.

But I'm just guessing. This kind of thing requires an expert to see it."

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