I opened a medical clinic in ancient times

Chapter 169

Even if they didn't want to, they had already come, so Xue Qingru and Wang Zongyuan had no choice but to sit down and let Xue Qingling add the bowls and chopsticks for them, like two innocent refugees who were about to be tortured.

A table of bitter melon meals.

Before they even moved their chopsticks, they looked at the emerald green fresh slices of bitter gourd on the table, which were still glowing with oily green light. The green light was directly reflected on their faces, and the husband and wife all turned into bitter gourd faces.

Wang Zongyuan: "..."

This is really refreshing.

But it's too cool to avoid the heat! Is it eaten by people? It looks even more pitiful than the monks on the mountain, and the young monks on the mountain will not only eat bitter melon.

Xue Qingling felt more and more guilty after seeing the faces of the two, but Pei Shu put on a look of watching the show, and recommended: "Sister and brother-in-law, try it, the bitter melon made by Linger is very delicious." It tastes not at all. Like bitter melon.

"Try this sweet and sour bitter gourd first! By the way, there is also this very creative bitter gourd and mung bean soup. My sister and brother-in-law will have a bowl of mung bean soup first. It's great for relieving the heat!"

Wang Zongyuan: "..." Listen, is this a human language?

Xue Qingru: "...Bitter, bitter gourd and mung bean soup?" Is there such a terrible thing in this world?

The bitter and astringent bitter gourd is sliced ​​and cooked into a pot of porridge with pea green mung beans. I have to say that Xue Qingling's pot of porridge is very beautiful. The whole bowl of soup is served in a large white porcelain bowl. The soup is full of greenness. The color of the juice is green and delicious, like the color of algae on the edge of the pond. There is a neat circle of bitter gourd on the upper left of the soup. These bitter gourds are cut into the shape of small fans and arranged in a row Like an open fan.

Xue Qingling bit her lips, clenched her fists, and explained solemnly: "Sister, brother-in-law, this mung bean soup is sweet."

Wang Zongyuan's voice trembled: "Sweet...sweet?" Sweet bitter melon soup? This soup is still so crispy, is the stuff inside really edible?

Why does he look like the bitter melon inside is raw?

Xue Qingru: "Ling'er, what kind of stimulation did you receive—"

Xue Qingling: "..." It's just being forbidden to eat ice.

Xue Qingling turned her head and looked at Pei Shu with infinite condemnation. Look, this is what happens when you don't let me eat ice.

Pei Shu responded with eyes: It's all for your health.

Xue Qingling held her chin, her cheeks were puffed up by her hands, like a dejected little squirrel on a branch, she responded silently with her movements: Well, I was wrong.

He didn't just want to get angry with Pei Shu, but mainly to develop new dishes, for the opening of his family's restaurant, plus the recent severe heat, many people suffer from heatstroke, and bitter gourd is actually a kind of medicinal herb, which is more suitable for summer relief Xue Qingling wanted to open up his mind and study some fresh bitter gourd dishes.

Xue Qingling has been thinking about it for several days, and the idea didn't just come up today.

No, I just found out that there are twenty new ways to make bitter gourd, and the taste is not bad. Xue Qingling wanted to present a treasure to the person she loves the most, and let the other party boast about how creative she is.

As a result... the other party's face immediately changed when he saw the powerful bitter gourd on the table, and the normally steady husband even said that he was going to run away from home. Although he knew that the other party was joking, Xue Qingling was also hit hard.

For the first time, I was hit by culinary skills.

The dishes he made were actually disgusted.

Obviously, he made it so green, which ensured the original color of the bitter gourd, bright and bright green jade-like color... Isn't the crispy and juicy bitter gourd the most suitable summer heat-relieving dish?

"Could it be that you are angry with your brother-in-law because of what happened last night?" Seeing the young couple in front of them winking at each other, Xue Qingru couldn't say a word for a long time, so she began to speculate that Xue Qingling deliberately made this bitter gourd feast Purpose.

As soon as Wang Zongyuan heard this, he felt guilty, and couldn't help correcting his sitting posture. After all, the mother and daughter of the Zhang family were the troubles caused by their Wang family. Thanks to the brother-in-law and mother-in-law who managed to send them away this morning If Qingru's younger brother quarreled with his brother-in-law because of his family, it would be his fault.

He decided to punish himself, and took a bowl of bitter gourd and mung bean soup with all his heart. He closed his eyes and looked at the green bitter gourd slices in the bowl, but he still couldn't make up his mind to move his mouth.

His mouth, his lips, his throat, his stomach and even his internal organs...all clamored to reject this bowl of green and terrifying soup.

Just smelling the smell of the soup, the heat on my body has dissipated, probably because I was scared away.

"Sister, no, you misunderstood me. I just experimented with some new dishes for my husband to try. After all, our restaurant is also in preparation. In addition, the sun is hot recently, and many people suffer from heat stroke every day, and bitter gourd is the most suitable. Let's make a medicinal meal to cool off the heat..."

Xue Qingru couldn't help but widen her eyes, and a terrible idea popped up in her mind, "Do you want to sell bitter gourd feasts in restaurants?"

Xue Qingling: "I never thought about it that way Two or three bitter gourd dishes will do."

After hearing that what happened yesterday did not cause the two young couples to quarrel, Wang Zongyuan felt relieved and asked casually, "Then why do you have to cook so many bitter gourd dishes at once?" Too Scary.

"Because I might not allow him to eat ice in the morning, so I deliberately teased me, sister and brother-in-law, don't worry, although these dishes look too bitter to eat, they actually taste pretty good." Pei Shu smiled and approached Xue Qingling, holding He hugged the other person's shoulders and comforted him silently.

As the person next to the pillow, Pei Shu could certainly see that Xue Qingling had devoted a lot of attention to this dish, and it was not easy to make the bitter gourd delicious.

"Does it really taste good?" Wang Zongyuan stared at the mung bean soup in the bowl suspiciously, and tried to lift the bowl several times, but he didn't dare to stick out his tongue to taste it.

Xue Qingru was really ashamed to see the other party's cowardly behavior. Isn't it just a few bitter gourds? The expected bitterness, the snow-white dumpling skin broke open, and a fresh, sweet and fragrant soup overflowed the lips and tongue.

The soup is just the right combination of sweet, salty, and fragrant. As soon as you bite the dumplings, you can feel a strange smell from the throat and go straight to the nose. The outermost layer of the dumpling filling inside is slippery, like soft fish After chewing again, I found that it was smooth and tender shrimp meat, and inside it was diced bitter gourd, which was crisp and crisp, and the taste was very strange, a little bit bitter, but it was reconciled like tea leaves. It is slightly bitter, and after chewing, there will be a subtle sense of sweetness between the lips and tongue.

This dumpling is very elegant.

Xue Qingru's eyes lit up immediately after eating, Wang Zongyuan saw the change in the other person's face, and asked repeatedly: "How does it taste ?

"

Take a bite of the bitter gourd and mung bean soup in your hand. This refreshing bitter gourd and mung bean soup has a bitter taste, but it tastes really sweet. The sweet soup, like adding mint, first smells the aroma of sweet mung beans, and at the end, it turns into a faint bittersweet taste of bitter melon.

Speaking of bitter melon, although it is called "bitter", it is indeed sweet after its bitter taste.

"The taste of this soup is really good..." After Wang Zongyuan drank the soup, he picked up the osmanthus bitter gourd and cold bitter gourd strips next to him with chopsticks. The bitterness of the bitter gourd, but the slightly bitter and cool taste is controlled just right. In such a hot weather, eating such a bitter gourd dish is indeed a good heat-relieving dish.

Wang Zongyuan couldn't help looking at Xue Qingling who was sitting opposite with admiring eyes. The other party's cooking skills were commendable. Putting aside preconceived prejudices, even though the ingredients were bitter melon, the dishes were still exquisite and delicious.

"I don't need to talk about Qingling's craftsmanship, but next time, don't make a bunch of bitter gourds to scare people."

Xue Qingling nodded rather depressed.

The four people began to eat the bitter gourd banquet at this table. Of course, these few dishes were not enough for four people... The main reason was that there was an extra big appetite. Xue Qingling had expected this a long time ago. He actually made second-hand preparations. There is still a big pot of spicy escargot chicken soup stuffed inside.

When he asked someone to bring in the big pot of spicy escargot chicken soup, Xue Qingru and his wife were glad that they had come to the right place.

The spicy and fresh smell in the air rushes straight into the nose, and the mouth is flooded with saliva. The soup is thick, and the snails, which are almost the size of a baby's fist, are scattered in the delicious soup. sweet taste.

The snail meat is plump, and the chicken is even sweeter. The unique sweetness of the snail has penetrated into every piece of chicken through the thick soup. The chicken is neither dry nor dry, full and juicy. After the smooth texture, it also has the fragrance of snails. The combination of these two ingredients is really the most beautiful in the world.

"You should have brought in this pot of soup long ago!"

"If I had known this, I should have eaten less bitter gourd just now." Wang Zongyuan wanted to cry without tears. He just accepted his fate and planned to eat bitter gourd today as a vegetarian. He drank two bowls of bitter gourd and mung bean soup... If he had said earlier, there would be a pot of spicy snail chicken soup How nice it is to drink good wine and eat some snails with my brother-in-law, that is a beautiful thing in the world.

"No, I still have to drink."

After eating the bitter gourd banquet at noon, Xue Qingling asked all three people to give their opinions on the dishes. The most popular ones were the bitter gourd dumplings, bitter gourd tofu and bitter gourd eggs. Xue Qingling deleted them accordingly. After subtracting, I decided to keep seven dishes, and keep them as the special summer dishes of Qiyuelou in the future.

"How about you keep this table of bitter gourd feast."

"Maybe some people will like this kind of food, if he accidentally ordered such a bitter gourd feast, he will be very surprised."

Xue Qingru and Wang Zongyuan left when suggested.

Although this table of bitter gourd feast looks scary, the taste is quite amazing.

Xue Qingling nodded and said that he would consider it. Hearing the praise from his sister and brother-in-law, he said very modestly: "The big surprise in our restaurant should be Chef Pei's special dish." "Chef Pei

?

" The cook." That is Little Pei's father.

Chef Pei's chicken soup will be their restaurant's signature classic dish.

Xue Qingru and Wang Zongyuan nodded, thinking that Chef Pei was just an ordinary cook, and they didn't associate the so-called Chef Pei with his brother-in-law at all.

The two of them left after lunch and did not stay in the hospital for a lunch break. After Xue Qingling and Pei Shu saw off their sister and brother-in-law, they went to take a nap in the room in the backyard. On this hot day, the noon and afternoon are very leisurely, usually very relaxing. Few people come to see a doctor. After all, the scorching sun outside is so strong that anyone who is not sick can get sick.

Xue Qingling and Pei Shu hugged each other and took a good nap, while the fat son was sleeping soundly beside him, his body smelled of milky milk, like a warm meat bun.

This little fat man seems to have grown up a little bit, his small arms and legs are very strong, and he is more active when he is awake. He always stretches his arms and kicks his legs for a simple exercise. If he succeeds, he can only be like a tortoise on the beach, as if he is carrying a heavy shell, lying on his back with all four feet in the air, unable to turn over... If

he can turn over happily in a few days, he will probably be in the same place Can't wait anymore, the active little guy will definitely learn to crawl quickly, and even want to run.

Xue Qingling and Pei Shu didn't think it was too hot to sleep in each other's arms. After all, the other party didn't know how to do it. Hanging the ice flute with them in a corner of the room, the heat in the room disappeared in an instant, leaving only the pleasant coolness. Xue Qingling Holding each other's waist and pillowing on the other's chest before going to bed, I still thought aggrievedly: How can bitter gourd have ice to relieve the heat!

Still want to eat ice!

He had no choice but to hypnotize himself with thoughts, Xia Chong was beyond words, he was Xia Chong.

After waking up from sleep, Xue Qingling and Pei Shu sat together to discuss the layout of the restaurant in the future. They had already hired someone to renovate the restaurant, but the days like this were very hot, so they asked the workers to start work in the morning and evening.

"By the way, I need to trouble my husband to help you write a few big characters." During the meal just now, Xue Qingru talked about the misunderstanding that happened when she met the little Princess Danyao yesterday, about the story of Ji'an Hall and Huichun Hall, "I said we I was going to Ji'an Hall in Lin'an City, but people said that there is no Ji'an Hall in the city..."

When Xue Qingru said this, there was some emotion in her tone.

Their family's Ji'an Church has been open for hundreds of years, and it has only been a while, but it has gradually become unknown.

After Xue Qingling heard this, she couldn't help thinking about the past, so she planned to change the plaque of the medical hall in advance, so as not to cause misunderstandings. Those who didn't know thought that their Xue family's medical hall had collapsed... After being misunderstood, it turned into

porridge After the store, it was turned into the Xue Family Medical Center and collapsed.

"This doesn't seem very good." If he is misunderstood any further, will his father jump out of the coffin and beat him?

The plaque of Zeng Ji'an Hall was hidden by his mother, and Xue Qingling didn't plan to ask Liu Yuzhi to get it back. The plaque was left to his mother as a memory, and their medical center remade a signboard of Ji'an Hall.

The previous plaque was written by a Mr. Minghua who was befriended by my grandfather. Now there is a doctor with unparalleled calligraphy in their family. Of course, they want their own inscriptions to be used as a signboard.

"Little Doctor Pei, thank you for your hard work. The lineup of our medical clinic depends entirely on you!" Xue Qingling hugged her son and walked to Pei Shu's side to pat him on the shoulder, saying in a very solemn tone.

The little fat man in his arms also howled a few times like a duet, as if he was cooperating with his father.

This plaque can stay forever if nothing goes wrong, so it must be taken seriously.

"Little Doctor Pei, you have to write the best handwriting in your life!" "

I'll take little Pei to watch his father write." Xue Qingling pinched her son's chubby little face, which seemed to be able to Squeeze out the water, stretch out your finger, "Son, come, read your father's handwriting, and learn from it in the future!" The little fat man in his arms hummed

twice, reluctantly turned his head away at Xue Qingling's request, and in the air The pervasive ink fragrance was still too stimulating for a child like him.

"Enhhhhhh!!"

Pei Shu spread out the paper slowly at the side, wrapped the snow-white robe sleeve with one hand, and grinded the ink with his right hand dexterously and slowly. His movements were slow and graceful, standing straight in front of the desk, with long black hair hanging down, waist The flute hanging in the room gave off a jade-like light, and the bright red tassels flew up slowly with the wind.

The little fat man stayed in his father's arms, and the father and son stared at Pei Shu for a long time, while the other party was still grinding ink for "sharpening a knife and chopping firewood". Xue Qingling felt that the little Doctor Pei in front of him, even the picture of rubbing ink, was very beautiful, like a rare scenery.

But little Pei was very disrespectful to his father, and didn't start writing for a long time, wasting his baby's feelings.

At this time, the little fat man was a little restless, he became restless in Xue Qingling's arms, stretched out his fat little paws, and tried to lean towards Pei Shu.

Fatty has several nannies to take care of him—including his father Pei Shu, a special "nanny" who is much stronger than ordinary babies, and the tonnage is even more unbelievable compared to when he was just born. Same day.

Fortunately, these days Xue Qingling often hugs the little fat man to exercise, and his arm strength has gradually improved, otherwise he really couldn't control this restless little fat man.

At this time, Xiaopang didn't want to be hugged horizontally when he was sober. He sat upright on Dad's arm and tried his best to stretch out his little claws to grab Pei Shu's long hair. I envy my father's thick black hair.

Pei Shu had no choice but to take the little fat man from the other party's hand, stiffened his body, and watched helplessly as the little fat man grabbed his hair, and all his hair flowed on it.

I want to throw it away but I can't bear to throw it away.

Xue Qingling sniggered at the side, and teased, "Husband, your hair is more likable to little Pei!"

Pei Shu glared at him, thinking: I don't think you should get complacent too early, the bigger the baby is, the more he likes it! The direction that the dog dislikes develops.

"How can I write with my baby in my arms?"

"It's okay, don't worry, husband, let's write slowly. You play with Xiao Pei's hair first. He may suspect that his father's hair is fake. After all, look at our family. Little Pei has very little fetal hair..." At this point, Xue Qingling couldn't help worrying, obviously his little Pei looks very similar to Pei Shu, but the chubby doesn't have much hair. Obviously his husband's long hair is thick, black and thick, while his little Pei only has the same hair as his father's name "Shu".

Is it possible that in this world, only the name "Sparse" will make the hair dense?

Xue Qingling thought for a while with her chin on her cheeks, and hesitated: "Did we choose the wrong nickname for him at the beginning? It shouldn't be Xiaoxiao Pei, but 'Xiao Xiaoshu'.

" The name choked, "Ling'er, can you stop uttering surprises often."

The words are not surprising, right?

Xue Qingling: "...I also think about the child's hair."

"Don't worry, my Pei Shu's child will never let him go bald."

Xue Qingling: "I hope his hair is as black, long and thick as yours."

Pei Shu Shu: "...Are you so serious? Every day you want your child to do this, and you want him to be that way every day. Little Pei will become bald when he is young under your pressure." "Look, this little

bunch of hair on the top of this child's head is caused by you. The result."

Xue Qingling coughed twice, "Compared with other children, our little Pei actually still has a lot of hair."

There were few patients in the afternoon, and only a few patients came intermittently, including two The sufferer of heat stroke, it is said that they quarreled at the intersection, and quarreled under the hot sun until their saliva dried up. In the end, both of them fell to the ground due to heat stroke, and were carried to the hospital by their own family members.

After Pei Shu was treated, he sent out two pots of bitter gourd juice to let the two go back to defeat the fire.

The couple took their children, and it took them an hour or two to finish writing the words required for the plaque. It was not because poor little Pei was delayed, but because Xue Qingling asked Pei Shu to write the words "Ji'an Hall" I wrote it eight times, and it seemed that each one was well written, but Xue Qingling always felt that the next one would be better.

He struggled with it for a long time, and it was only at this time that he actually began to dislike Pei Shu's handwriting. He used to think that no matter what handwriting the other party wrote, he felt that it was insurmountable, but now in such a situation where it is difficult to make a choice, it is really true. Hard to tell good from bad.

It's all about the other party's own words for comparison.

It seems that every one is well written, and it seems that every one is not good. The fonts written each time are unique, so... Which one should I choose?

Xue Qingling had a hard time making a decision for a long time, Pei Shu felt that the shopkeeper Xue of his family was like the kind of party A who was difficult to deal with at this time, the first version he wrote was not satisfactory to the other party, and after deleting, deleting and subtracting several times according to the request of the other party , the other party guessed or said: "Let's take the first one." "

...I think the one you wrote at the beginning is the most inspirational! Just choose it!"

Pei Shu: ... Sure enough.

Xue Qingling put away the words happily, and decided to ask someone to make a plaque later. The specifications of the plaque must be high, the wood must be selected, and the most expensive lacquer must be used... I guess it will take a while It will take time for the medical center to put on a new signboard.

Just as the sun was getting weaker outside, Xue Qingling's old friend Zhao Huaixi and his husband Wei Chang suddenly came to the hospital. Both of them were holding large and small boxes of gifts in their hands. Walked into the Huichun Hall with a smile.

"Huaixi, Brother Wei Chang, why are you here?" Xue Qingling asked puzzledly after seeing the figures of the two.

Zhao Huaixi walked in carelessly, took mighty strides, and walked with arrogance and arrogance, as if he was a soldier about to go to the battlefield. Supporting him but not daring to support him, for fear that I would make a fuss too much.

Xue Qingling blinked, feeling that his medical skills had reached the pinnacle of his life at this moment. He didn't even need to diagnose his good brother Zhao Huaixi's pulse, and he was able to detect his symptoms.