Chapter 633 The Shy Girl and the Iceberg Beauty
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"Master, he, he is the weirdo I told you!"
Chu Jiaotong's excited voice awakened Ye Hong's thoughts.
He turned his head to look, and happened to find that Chu Jiaotong was pulling a woman closer to him.
Looking at Ye Hong's indifferent eyes, Chu Jiaotong was so frightened that she hid behind the woman again.
And Ye Hong's attention couldn't help but focus on this woman.
I saw that the woman that Chu Jiaotong brought was also wearing a white coat.
But compared to Chu Jiaotong's petite figure, this person's figure was much taller, and he was as tall as Murong Tingmeng.
Women of this height are not common in Jiangnan water towns.
Looking up at her face, she was inevitably taken aback by her frosty face.
This is a mature face that is in no way inferior to Murong Tingmeng and Qin Hongshuang.
It is also an oval face without makeup, as white as snow.
But his facial features are also as cold as snow, like an iceberg that never melts.
His long, jet-black hair was tied into a high bun, and a lavender-like lavender hairpin slanted through it.
Looking at the mature charm she exuded from her gestures, Ye Hong speculated that she should be over thirty.
This woman is not easy to mess with!
And the woman who suddenly appeared, immediately focused her attention on the soup that was being boiled in front of Ye Hong.
She moved her nose slightly, and a look of consternation suddenly appeared on the ice cube face!
"Phoenix clothing and June cold... Bezoar and silkworm sand... How can these medicinal materials be mixed together and boiled?!"
This woman's voice was as cold as hers, like the sound of falling snow splashing in the twelfth lunar month of winter.
At this time, this voice was full of surprise and anger.
Because what Ye Hong is doing has subverted all the knowledge of ancient medical skills in her life for more than 30 years!
But when she smelled the medicinal fragrance in the air again, her face became confused again.
"How is it possible that several medicinal herbs with such unmatched medicinal properties have such a mellow and sweet taste when boiled..."
Seeing her master muttering to himself, her complexion kept changing, Chu Jiaotong suddenly looked at her master curiously as if she had discovered a new world.
It was the first time she had seen her master with so many emotions.
After all, this terrible woman had only a cold face in the past.
Even in the face of the mysterious president who has only met once, his master has never been so moved.
Because of this, the master and apprentice were shocked and dumbfounded, but they completely forgot about Ye Hong.
Seeing that they didn't come to disturb him, Ye Hong didn't care about them, and continued to complete the final process.
A few minutes later, when a wisp of golden gas began to emerge from the casserole, Ye Hong knew that he was done.
In order to get back to the ground as soon as possible, he didn't have time to pour out the medicinal soup inside, but ran out with the casserole in his arms.
Chu Jiaotong's attention was immediately drawn back by Ye Hong's actions. She watched Ye Hong's pair of fleshy palms directly touch the outer wall of the steaming casserole, and suddenly subconsciously exclaimed, "Be careful!"
"Ding! Trigger entry-level heat resistance, automatically form an anti-heat film, and reduce hand temperature..."
Ye Hong didn't even frown, as if he didn't feel anything at all, and left the herb room like a gust of wind.
"Is he practicing iron sand palm..."
Chu Jiaotong only felt that her outlook on life and world outlook had been impacted again.
But she quickly remembered something, and exclaimed to the tall woman beside her, "Master!"
The woman frowned deeply, and said coldly in her mouth: "The base medicinal materials must not be lost, chase!"