Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 789: [Yan Jian Extra] 36. In short, I’m going back to fall in love_2

He lowered his eyelids, twirling his fingertips around the rim of the teacup: "...The biggest difference between dried orange peel and burnt dried orange peel is its ability to stop coughing up blood."

He looked up at Yan Yu: "Dried orange peel only dissolves phlegm, but if the phlegm is mixed with blood, then burnt dried orange peel is needed."

"Tang Yanyu, how did you discover that I’ve been coughing up blood?"

This witch, is there anything she doesn’t know?

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Yan Yu was startled, hurriedly lowering her head in panic.

Her long forest-like hair could help her pitch a small tent, blocking his intense gaze.

She could never have imagined how a French person could distinguish so clearly between dried orange peel and burnt dried orange peel. Come on, even among Chinese people, how many actually know what dried orange peel and burnt dried orange peel are?

Actually, she didn’t understand herself until her little sister-in-law explained it while distributing their family-heirloom aged dried orange peel.

At that time, her little sister-in-law was also filled with melancholy, saying she had eaten so many dried orange peel ducks without realizing their mother’s past intentions—Xu Xinzhen used new dried orange peel to stew duck for Shi Nian, something dried at home, at most three years old; while the ones for her father Shi Haoran were high-priced, over ten-year-old aged Canton peel from the market at the time.

Shi Nian used to think that Mom was being thrifty, giving the best to Dad; later, he understood that dried orange peel, aged under ten years, was normal for meals, but over ten years, it was classified as burnt dried orange peel, meant to treat coughing up blood...

It’s just that at the time, Xu Xinzhen didn’t want her husband to know she was aware of his symptoms of coughing up blood; she didn’t want her daughter to know her father was already gravely ill either, silently shouldering the burden by herself, cleverly and skillfully nurturing back his health.

That night, her little sister-in-law said, "Remember, don’t treat these decades-old dried orange peels as ordinary ones. Only use them for friends with serious blood-coughing conditions."

Yan Yu inadvertently discovered that whenever Ben Shaming coughed, he avoided people and always covered his mouth with a handkerchief or tissue. But instead of discarding the tissue after coughing, he carefully placed it back into his pocket.

And each time after coughing, his expression while looking at the handkerchief or tissue seemed somewhat gloomy.

She guessed it.

But more than guessing, his actual health condition shocked her even more. She took a deep breath, facing his gaze: "You should see a doctor."

"Doctor?" Ben Shaming smiled melancholically: "Seeing a doctor is never something a street punk like me can afford." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

His problem wasn’t developed now; it’s a chronic ailment lingering from those years of hunger and cold on the streets.

"Or I could recommend an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor... You know, traditional medicine isn’t as demonized as it is on the internet now. You also know Youyou just received the Nobel Prize, and that’s to rectify traditional medicine’s reputation. Good traditional medicine truly has magical powers."

He shrugged indifferently: "Forget it, not interested."

Yan Yu knew she couldn’t influence him, so she could only lower her eyes gloomily: yes, she and he were just strangers crossing paths; even though there were some entanglements, it wasn’t enough to sway him.

She sighed, and all she could do was stubbornly push the steeped dried orange peel Pu’er tea in front of him: "At the very least, drink this tea."

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He sat up, hugged his elbows, and stared coldly at her.

Yan Yu understood, as said by little brother, from behavior analysis, this action represents [creating distance] and [defensiveness].

She shouldn’t be sharing such deep words with him when they’re merely acquainted; he might feel she’s overstepping her bounds.

She took a deep breath: "This is my only condition. You said you wanted to confirm something with me, I promise to speak openly, but my condition is you drink this tea. That’s my only request."

Ben Shaming felt an inexplicable tremor inside, released his arms, grabbed the teacup, and drank it while pinching his nose.

Chinese tea, in his mouth, wasn’t much different from medicinal soup, both with bitterness, just varying degrees.

Watching him finally finish the tea, though it undermined the quality of the tea, turning into a gulping act, she felt much lighter inside. She smiled, dispelling the gloom at heart: "So, what do you want to confirm with me?"

He disdainfully tossed the teacup aside, yet the sudden brightness rippling across her face pierced his eyes, hastily lowering his eyelids and furrowing his brow.

He shouldn’t feel the sudden surge of light before him, giving her eyebrows and eyes instant vibrance.

Took a deep breath to calm himself down, maintaining his usual cold demeanor: "...Your previous words to threaten me: you said my targets were Lin Qi and his son, why?"