sjar Chapter 499 The Sour Jar Turns Over at Night, My Dumb Husband is Completely Confused
Chapter 499 The Sour Jar Turns Over at Night, My Dumb Husband is Completely Confused
Dr. Qian looked up when he heard the voice and was somewhat surprised to see that it was Su Wan!
But she still replied politely, "Miss Su has a good eye, indeed. It's just that there was less rain this year, so the quality is slightly inferior."
Su Wan took a few steps closer and looked at it carefully.
"Astragalus membranaceus grown in the north, if not on a sunny slope, will be three times weaker in medicinal properties. Moreover, when drying, it should not be directly exposed to the sun, but should be placed in a well-ventilated and shady place to air dry slowly in order to preserve its medicinal efficacy."
She grew up surrounded by herbs, and these experiences are ingrained in her very being.
Dr. Qian was taken aback. He had been practicing medicine for many years and was well-versed in pharmacology and medicinal properties.
However, when it comes to the growth habits and initial processing methods of herbs, we often rely on the opinions of pharmaceutical merchants.
Su Wan's words were based on solid experience.
"Miss Su is actually quite knowledgeable about this?" Doctor Qian's face showed genuine admiration. "What you say is absolutely right. There are indeed specific techniques for processing astragalus."
"In the past, I only thought it was because of the different places of origin, but I never thought there were so many intricacies involved."
Su Wan was a little embarrassed by his praise and smiled slightly: "I just heard some of it from the old herbalists when I was collecting herbs in the mountains."
"You're too modest, young lady." Doctor Qian became interested. "I have a few other medicinal herbs here, but I'm not sure of their quality. Could you please help me evaluate them?"
"Dr. Qian, you're too kind. It's not a matter of appreciating, let's just take a look together."
The two then began to chat, asking and answering questions, while looking at the medicinal herbs in the bamboo tray.
Su Wan spoke eloquently about the identification of various medicinal herbs, their origins, and even the ingenious uses of some folk remedies. The more Dr. Qian listened, the more impressed he became, nodding in approval from time to time.
In the sunlight, the young woman had gentle features and a soft voice, but when she talked about the familiar herbs, her eyes sparkled with confidence.
Even the usually composed Dr. Qian was smiling at this moment, and he and she were having a very congenial discussion.
This scene happened to be witnessed by Song Ruyan, who had come looking for her husband.
Song Ruyan paused, looking at her husband chatting happily with the future empress, and felt a strange tightness in her chest.
Miss Su was young, beautiful, and of noble birth; look at that scoundrel's focused expression...
She pursed her lips, coughed lightly, and walked over: "Ahem, Miss Su is here too!"
Dr. Qian and Su Wan turned around upon hearing the sound.
"Ruyan, you've arrived." Doctor Qian's smile remained gentle as he greeted his wife.
Su Wan quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Madam Qian."
Song Ruyan forced a smile, her gaze sweeping over Su Wan before turning to Doctor Qian: "What are you two talking about, getting along so well?"
Her tone carried a bitterness she herself was unaware of.
Song Ruyan was always carefree, and Dr. Qian did not notice the subtle changes in her emotions.
"I am currently learning about medicinal herbs from Miss Su. Miss Su has extensive knowledge in this area, and I have benefited greatly from it."
"Is that so?" Song Ruyan replied with a forced smile.
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.
"Ruyan," Chu Ruohan's smiling voice came from not far away.
She walked slowly closer and naturally took Song Ruyan's arm. "I was just looking for you. Come with me to see the new fabrics."
Song Ruyan's attention was slightly diverted by her pull, but the unease in her heart had not completely dissipated.
Chu Ruohan glanced at Doctor Qian and Su Wan, then at Song Ruyan's slightly tense expression, and already understood seven or eight parts of the situation.
She smiled gently at Su Wan: "Sister Su, please rest here for a while. Ru Yan and I will be right back."
After Su Wan nodded, Chu Ruohan pulled Song Ruyan a few steps to the other side before lowering her voice, which carried a hint of mockery.
"What, our Lady Song gets jealous just because her husband talks to someone else a few more times?"
Song Ruyan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said reproachfully, "Don't make fun of me! I... I didn't!"
"Not yet?" Chu Ruohan raised an eyebrow. "I could smell the sourness from far away."
She gently patted Song Ruyan's hand: "That is the future Empress, the person His Majesty cherishes most."
"Dr. Qian was just discussing pharmacology with her. What were you thinking about with that little head of yours?"
"Besides," Chu Ruohan's tone softened, becoming more serious, "you've been married to Dr. Qian for almost a year now. Don't you know what kind of person he is?"
"He only has eyes for you."
As Song Ruyan listened to Chu Ruohan's words, the knot in her heart slowly dissipated.
Yes, Dr. Qian is an upright person, and he is devoted to her wholeheartedly.
No matter how noble Miss Su's status was, she was only discussing academic matters with him.
I was indeed a bit petty just now.
“I…I am…” Song Ruyan lowered her head somewhat embarrassed.
Chu Ruohan chuckled: "I know you care about Doctor Qian. But now that Sister Su is in our household, we should take good care of her."
"It's good that she's a young woman who's just arrived here; she needs someone to talk to."
Song Ruyan nodded, relieved, and said, "I was overthinking it."
Seeing that she had figured it out, Chu Ruohan felt relieved. The two smiled at each other and walked hand in hand toward the warehouse.
As night deepened, the candlelight flickered in the bedroom.
Song Ruyan sat in front of the dressing table, casually combing her long hair. Chu Ruohan's words of comfort during the day had made her feel much better.
But for some reason, that inexplicable feeling of suffocation quietly resurfaced.
Doctor Qian had just finished showering and walked in, still feeling refreshed from his bath. His face also showed a hint of lingering enjoyment from his discussion with Su Wan about medicinal herbs earlier that day.
"Ruyan, listening to Miss Su's words today has truly enlightened me."
As he wiped his slightly damp hair, he exclaimed, "She described the methods of growing, harvesting, and drying astragalus root perfectly, even more so than many veteran herbalists."
Song Ruyan paused slightly as she combed her hair, glanced at him in the bronze mirror, and mumbled a vague "hmm".
Dr. Qian did not notice his wife's unusual behavior and remained in high spirits.
"And the details of the herbal preparation she mentioned... are indeed unique. I only knew the facts before, but I had never delved into the reasons behind them."
He walked behind Song Ruyan and looked at his wife in the mirror: "Miss Su is so young, yet she has such insight. When she becomes the Empress, she will surely be a wise and capable helper to His Majesty."
Song Ruyan slammed the comb onto the dressing table with a loud "smack," the force of which was not light.
Dr. Qian was startled by the sudden commotion, stopped talking, and stared at her in a daze.
"Ruyan, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"
Song Ruyan abruptly stood up, her chest heaving slightly, and glared at him: "Are you done talking?"
Dr. Qian was even more confused. He thought about it carefully and realized that he had only said good things about Miss Su and there was nothing wrong with it.
"I...did I say something wrong?" he asked cautiously, then a possibility occurred to him, "But during the day, did Miss Su...do something to offend you?"
In his mind, Su Wan must have done something wrong to make his wife so unhappy.