C211 Lin Qing's efforts

After eating breakfast, Mu Xichen went out. Just like yesterday, Lin Qing went alone.

Mu Yusheng did not say anything during breakfast time, and did not even glance at Lin Qing. He ate very little, and did not even fill up a small bowl of porridge.

Thinking about the man's abnormal behavior in the morning, Lin Qing then looked at Mu Yusheng who was currently tending the flowers and grass on the balcony killing time. In one night, his sideburns had actually turned white, and even his two thick eyebrows were dyed with frost.

In the background, the old man's back was hunched. Although he was only in his sixties, he looked more than in his sixties.

He was really old.

Lin Qing suddenly understood what Mu Xichen had said last night. A day together with him right now was better than ten years ago.

The current Mu Yusheng definitely felt lonely in the bottom of his heart, and thus needed someone to accompany him the most.

After looking at it for a while, Lin Qing thought of her parents. His father had a bad temper, and he would often fall and beat her when she was in a bad mood, which was the same as Mu Yusheng's.

In the end, she still could not treat her father-in-law like her own father.

But at the very least, she should be working hard in this direction.

Lin Qing silently walked into the kitchen and rummaged through the ingredients. The fresh ingredients for today had not arrived yet, so Lisa had been out for a while and might need a bit more time to return.

Using this period of time, Lin Qing returned to her room and searched for the recipe. She planned to personally make a medicinal food for the old man when Lisa returned.

What Lisa had done was not bad, and that was true. But as Americans, they could only treat Chinese medicine in the same way, and even if their colors matched, their taste and temperature could only be described as unspeakable.

After recording the recipe, Lin Qing went to the kitchen to prepare something, but Lisa still did not come back.

When he returned to the living room, he saw that the old tutor had already finished tending to the flowers and was sitting on a rattan chair, looking off into the distance. It was unknown what he was thinking about.

This scene was both quiet and beautiful.

Lin Qing quietly sat on the sofa and looked around, he was still missing something, and if she had something to change the atmosphere, wouldn't it be even more perfect?

He looked around and his gaze fell on the piano in the corner.

The piano looked very old, its lacquer was mottled, and he wondered if it would be able to play the melody smoothly.

Lin Qing walked over, sat down on the leather chair, lifted the zither lid, placed it back down, and placed her fingers on it, the sound quality was actually so pure, following that, she began to play the zither without any distractions.

She was playing Richard Claydman's song, the Autumn Whisper.

A melodious melodious melody flowed out from her fingertips. She quietly sat there, familiarizing herself with the melody as it flowed out from her heart.

The time spent on the bullets was extremely pleasant to listen to.

The servants were attracted by the song and stopped to look at her.

On the balcony, Mu Yusheng's ears suddenly tightened as the deepest part of his heart was touched. Afterwards, the nervousness in his heart was slowly blown away by the melody, as he gradually immersed himself in it.

This was a real and illusory dream.

He seemed to have returned to the past. Under the sunlight, he sat there, reading a book or watering flowers. And beside him, it was such a beautiful melody.

There was no need to look to know that it was Bai Yiyan playing the zither quietly.

Even if it was the same tune, she could always play it to perfection and never get tired of it.

That drop of music would be like a spring rain, always able to drill into the depths of one's heart.

Mu Yusheng had already realized something last night. Although he did not say it clearly, he felt a faint unease in his heart. At the beginning, he did not want to bring Du Xuefen to the United States.

However, her departure continued for several days.

Every time she called, she would say that the weather was bad and the flight was delayed, so Mu Yusheng decided to stop calling and let her go.

He had long reached the level of Destiny's Mandate, and now that this woman had followed him here, she hadn't even accompanied him. In the end, nothing good would happen to her.

He wasn't willing to pursue the matter, and he would rather turn a blind eye to it.

After all, he was the one who had been unlucky to her.

He didn't sleep for the entire night. When he woke up in the morning, he was not sleepy, but completely exhausted.

Now that he had played this song, his thoughts became more active as he looked into the distance. His heart was beating rapidly, and his blood was flowing happily in his body.

After the song ended, Mu Yusheng did not turn back for a long time, as if he had frozen over.

Lin Qing sat there, looking at the elder's straight back, his mouth exposing a smile.

Music was indeed a good thing.

Just as she was about to play another tune, the lordmaster suddenly turned his head and fixed his eyes on her. His expression immediately changed as he roared in irritation, "Don't touch my guqin, you!"

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar burst out from his chest cavity, carrying with it an aura as if he wanted to kill someone.

As he said that, he rushed over and pulled Lin Qing up and pushed him to the side.

Lin Qing held on to the sofa, almost falling down.

"Lordmaster, I …"

She wanted to explain something, or apologize, but she didn't want to anger this old man.

"Scram!" "Uncultured thing!"

Mu Yusheng didn't even give her the chance to speak, he fiercely covered the guqin, and wiped the guqin a few times with the woolen cloth as if he despised her.

Lin Qing stuck out her tongue. She had still underestimated this elder, she had even thought that he was an ill person.

It seemed that she had screwed up again, and had done a good deed once more.

Lisa had already returned, directing the people to move the goods into the warehouse, she looked at the reprimanded Young Mistress with good intentions, and shook her head and sighed.

"From now on, you're not allowed to touch my zither with my permission. If you touch my zither again, I'll sweep you out the door!"

The old man emphasized fiercely.

Lin Qing no longer tried to defend herself and went straight back to her room.

Mu Yusheng sat on the leather chair, his chest moving up and down as he sulked.

When he turned his head, he saw that it was actually Lin Qing playing the zither.

At that moment, this woman in a white dress was as pure and flawless as the snow. She was playing a tune quietly.

But when he looked carefully, he saw that it was actually Lin Qing.

From the bottom of his heart, these two women were two completely different species of women. Lin Qing, someone who had worldly interests, had gone through great efforts to marry into a rich family.

Even though Lin Qing had a slight resemblance to Bai Yue Yan, he still felt humiliated, as if she was being desecrated.

His rage contained too much disbelief and too many complicated emotions.

Without holding back, he rushed Lin Qing back to her room, wishing that she would disappear immediately.

After returning to his room, Lin Qing felt depressed for a while. Why did he have to spend so much effort to please him, just because he was Mu Xichen's father? Then he shouldn't just take advantage of his seniority to scold people!

Her stomach was filled with grievance and indignation, causing her to feel unhappy for a long time.

However, after feeling depressed for a while, she calmed down.

The old man and the child were the same. They were both unstable. Every time they said something, they would turn hostile. The old man would coax them like a child. Did she really have a grudge with an old child?

Thinking about it this way, Lin Qing headed to the warehouse to pick the Chinese medicine with Lisa and the other servants.

The servants looked at her strangely. No matter if it was China or the United States, their masters had never done such menial tasks. Lin Qing was the only exception.

Lin Qing was more skilled than them in picking large and good fruits.

Lin Qing had taught them how to do it on the way. The servants seemed to have the same thoughts as their hands started moving faster and faster.

After doing the basic work, Lin Qing selected the ingredients, such as the wintery bun, red dates, medlar, and even the Heaven Anesthesia. She washed the ingredients with the rice rushwater, rinsed them with saline to ensure that they were clean, and then left them to the side to dry.

These medicinal herbs were placed in a sequence and not in one go.

Lisa watched curiously, because she had always thrown them all into the pot, never paying attention to the sequence.

As Lin Qing stirred the ingredients in the pot, she introduced the effects of the herbs to her. Not only would putting them on earlier affect her taste, it would also affect the efficacy of the ingredients. Lisa listened attentively and wrote it down in a small notebook.

After an hour, the porridge was finally ready. A fragrant aroma wafted through the room.

On the dining table, Mu Yusheng sat there, his face gloomy and his nose moving, following that, a frown appeared between his eyebrows.

Strange, today's porridge smelled different. It seemed to be even more fragrant than any other day in the past.

Was it because he hadn't eaten much in the morning and he was too hungry?

Lisa scooped up the porridge and placed it respectfully in front of him. Mu Yusheng picked a little with the tip of his spoon and tasted it with the tip of his tongue. It was actually not hot, the temperature was just right.

"In order to make it taste better, we'll hang around for a while..." Lisa fawned on him as she smiled. She could see the old man's satisfaction, even though he didn't say anything, his expression betrayed him.

Mu Yusheng nodded, scooped a spoonful and carefully tasted it.

That taste blossomed from the taste buds and spread to every single pore. Not only was it delicious, but it was also very memorable. No matter how one savored it, they wouldn't feel tired of it.

"This porridge, you made it?"

Mu Yusheng frowned, while eating the porridge, he asked.

"Yes, yes …" Lisa recalled Lin Qing's warning, never say that she made it, or else the old man might lose her temper. Thus, she hurriedly smiled and said: "It was made by the new chef."

Lisa who never lied also lied.

Mu Yusheng reluctantly clicked his tongue and gave his a thumbs up: "Alright, I'll do it again next time."

In just a few minutes, he had already finished filling up the bowl of porridge. As Lisa was filling up the porridge for him, he swept his gaze over the spots that Lin Qing had previously made.

This girl didn't have the guts to come to eat. She was indeed petty.

In truth, after Lin Qing finished making the porridge, she hurried back to her room to change her clothes. She did not want the Old Master to see through him.

By the time he finished changing his clothes and arrived at the dining table, the lordmaster was almost done eating.

Mu Yusheng wiped his mouth. After eating his fill, his face was flushed red and he looked much better.

"You can't even eat on time, you have such a big front. If that's the case, then you don't have to eat anymore." Mu Yusheng immediately let Lisa take away the porridge, and looked coldly at Lin Qing's awkward expression, before she got up and left.

Lisa opened her mouth, wanting to say something good for Lin Qing.

What she found out was not only about Lin Qing personally cooking the porridge, but she had also found out about the reason behind Lin Qing's rain yesterday from the supermarket clerk. She felt that the reason was because the old man did not know about the things behind it, and thus did not like the look of the young mistress.

"Old master..."

She had only said this one form of address when Mu Yusheng impatiently blew his beard and glared at her: "Didn't you hear what I said? Take away all of these things, don't leave a single one alive!"