Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 290: Sparking a Prairie Fire

Suddenly, Zhou Ping felt a stream of heat suddenly enter his arm.

At first, he felt scared, as if a caterpillar was crawling inside his arm.

This incredibly hot caterpillar brought a refreshing sensation wherever it passed, very comfortable, accompanied by a slight tingle, making him involuntarily laugh.

In fact, Boss Zhou was also very nervous, afraid Xu Xiangbei would hurt his son, but seeing his son smile, his anxious heart eased.

Xu Xiangbei ignored Zhou Ping’s smile, coldly reminding, "Don’t move around, just five minutes, endure it, don’t move at all."

Zhou Ping chuckled, feeling this comfortable, why would he move?

Just as he was wondering, the heat flow in his arm suddenly heated up, becoming unbearably hot, like a tropical storm sweeping through his body.

Sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead, his face flushed, especially his injured right arm, veins bulging, red as embers.

"So hot, too hot, I can’t bear it."

Xu Xiangbei glanced at him contemptuously and said, "Wasn’t it comfortable just now? Now it’s just a bit hot and you can’t stand it. Hold on for two more minutes, and it’s done. Do you still want to save the restaurant’s business? If yes, then sit tight and bear it."

Zhou Ping gritted his teeth, enduring the scorching heat that swept through his body, feeling like a freshly heated brand was placed inside his body, surging everywhere, almost making him faint.

Boss Zhou was terrified, constantly using tissues to wipe his son’s sweat, but couldn’t stop Zhou Ping from sweating like a waterfall.

Seeing his son’s face and head like a heated brand, Boss Zhou worriedly asked, "Doctor Xu, is my son alright?"

Xu Xiangbei took a deep breath, snapped his fingers lightly, and finished the process.

It was indeed too hot, not only was Zhou Ping unbearably hot, but the temperature in the hotel lobby also rose by several degrees, even Xu Xiangbei was sweating all over.

The ’Heaven-defying Eight Needles’ had been used many times, but it was the first time it included an auxiliary Heart Method, ’Starlight Spreads’.

’Heaven-defying Eight Needles’ is an extremely profound martial art, not eight kinds of acupuncture techniques, but eight completely different Heart Methods.

’Heaven-defying Eight Needles’ is based on the nameless Inner Strength from the ’Ancient Initial Classics’, where each needle can transform into hundreds or thousands of techniques based on the differing Heart Methods, angles, strength, and temperature.

In the beginning of antiquity, all was chaotic, as stated in the ’Tao Te Ching’, The Tao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, Three gives birth to everything, endlessly growing, endlessly continuing.

Similarly, ’Heaven-defying Eight Needles’ subtly aligns with the supreme principles of the Daoist School, ever-changing, endlessly growing, endlessly continuing.

Zhou Ping’s arm was hit and injured, with blocked meridians and blood flow. To relax the meridians and unblock the blood flow, Xu Xiangbei tried the first style, ’Reverse the Universe’, incorporating the ’Starlight Spreads’ Heart Method.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Initially, the slight warmth made Zhou Ping comfortable, like a spring breeze, but the starlight gradually turned into a raging fire, burning Zhou Ping painfully as if placed in a volcano’s magma.

Under the scorching of Inner Strength fire, Zhou Ping’s blood circulation accelerated, his arm muscles and meridians expanded due to heat, inflammation gradually disappeared, and his arm’s blocked blood flow began to smooth.

By adding the scorching attribute to the ’Heaven-defying Eight Needles’, Xu Xiangbei also felt the roasting of Inner Strength, grabbing the small teapot on the dining table and drinking it in big gulps.

While drinking, Xu Xiangbei reminded Boss Zhou, "Give him more water, this roasting has severely dehydrated him."

Boss Zhou hurried to the kitchen, bringing a large teapot, specifically used for refilling the small teapots on dining tables, weighing over five pounds.

Zhou Ping grabbed the large teapot his father handed over, holding it with both hands, and drank large gulps of water.

Gulp, gulp, he actually drank half a pot of cold boiled water in one breath.

In his haste, a large amount of water splashed from his mouth, wetting the front of his clothes. Combined with the sweat from before, his whole body was drenched like a soaked chicken, with water dripping down his pant legs onto the floor.

After drinking the water, Zhou Ping finally caught his breath, a trace of anger on his face: "Doctor Xu, what kind of treatment method is this, almost burning me to death."

Boss Zhou gave him a sharp look, patting his son’s shoulder, pointing to Zhou Ping holding the teapot with his right hand, and excitedly asked, "Son, does your hand not hurt anymore? You can even hold the teapot and drink water?"

Zhou Ping surprisingly put down the teapot, shook his right hand, the injured arm still had a slight dull pain, but compared to before the treatment, when even a movement hurt unbearably, it was practically healed.

He looked at Xu Xiangbei with surprise, his eyes complex, filled with admiration, shame, and gratitude.

He tightly grasped Xu Xiangbei’s hand, "I truly apologize, Divine Doctor Xu, I doubted you earlier."

Xu Xiangbei dismissively waved his hand, showing a nonchalant look, and joked cheekily, "Your hand is better, you should be making beef and seafood balls, right? We are all hungry."

Zhou Ping nodded excitedly and headed to the kitchen, "Rest assured, I’ll make sure you all get to enjoy my signature dish."

Xu Xiangbei was suddenly curious, "I’ll come and watch how you do it."

For ordinary people, a signature dish’s recipe is a secret, but for Xu Xiangbei, their great benefactor, Boss Zhou and his son were not at all reserved, "Welcome to visit the back kitchen."

Xu Xiangbei followed Boss Zhou and his son to the back kitchen, which was bright and clean, with white tiles shining up to the ceiling, and a stainless steel workbench neatly equipped with seasoning jars, cutting boards, and some kitchen utensils.

The floor was covered with non-slip plastic, and the drains were very clean.

A four-headed large diesel stove was spewing stove fire like a volcano, while a big-bellied chef busily cooked dishes.

A baby-faced skinny young chef was chopping vegetables on a stainless-steel prep counter, placing the chopped ingredients beside the big chef.

Zhou Ping looked at the two in confusion: "Why only you two here, where are Zhao Wu and Cao Liu?"

The big chef didn’t speak, just focused on cooking.

The skinny chef spoke with a somber expression, "Master Zhao and the others went back, saying it’s too dangerous here, might cause trouble."

Hearing that the chefs left, the Zhou family frowned deeply, especially Boss Zhou, who was both angry and anxious, stomping his foot.

The big chef’s cooking actions were fierce and powerful, flipping the wok skillfully and quickly, the large spatula in his hand as if he was playing, lightly flipping a few times, the hot oil mixing with open flames, blazing in the frying spatula, instantly cooking the dishes to fragrant perfection.

Even though the exhaust hood was spinning noisily, drawing out a large amount of oil smoke, a rich aroma of vegetable oil mixed with the fragrance of dishes wafted out, making the already hungry Xu Xiangbei drool instantly.

The big chef plated the dish, bright broth, fragrant aroma, perfectly presenting color, aroma, and taste.