Yu Wan thought to herself, I am not here to see you, I asked you to catch the bag every time, but I really came to see you, but I couldn't touch it.

Yu Wan went to Zuixianju with regret.

In the competition of the chef gods, Zuixianju, who was the leader in the chef, did not make this wrong move. Not only did he gain reputation, but he also made a lot of reputation. With the unique signature dish, Zuixianju is full of every day and can surpass Tianxianglou's business in less than half a year.

Yu Wan went to find Mr. Qin earlier, and they all went to Mr. Qin's mansion. This was her first time in Zuixianju, and her business was better than expected.

"Girl, are you eating or playing a stunning person?" A clever guy came up to meet him and did not look down on Yu Wan because of her simple clothes.

Before Yu Wan could speak, someone took a photo of the back of the guy's head, but it was Mr. Qin who walked out in a hurry.

Mr. Qin glared at him and said, "What girl? Open your dog's eyes widen. This is the second in command!"

"Ah! Two... Two Headmaster?" There was a little boss in Zuixianju. Master Qin told the people below, but they only heard of their names and did not see them. He did not expect that he was such a young and beautiful girl.

The young man quickly apologized, and Yu Wan's lips curled slightly, "It's okay, go and greet the guests."

"Yes! Yes!" The guy went there excitedly.

Master Qin's eyes fell on the jar that Yu Wan was holding, and she shone generously: "Isn't this sour bamboo shoots?"

"It's just sour bamboo shoots." Yu Wan was amused by Master Qin's reaction. She didn't know that she thought that she was holding gold in the jar.

Mr. Qin is a businessman, and he has a hundred ways to produce gold in his hands.

"I was just talking, if your sour bamboo shoots are not made, I will come to find you." Mr. Qin decisively took the jar and led Yu Wan to the kitchen. On the way, he asked Yu Shaoqing about his situation, "How is your father's affairs? Do I need me to help with something? If it is useful, don't be polite to me. Don't be polite to me. Don't look at me just starting in Beijing, I'm in Jiangzuo area!"

He made a gesture of a boss.

Yu Wan smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Qin, for your concern. I really have something to bother you. I will not be polite to you."

"That's good!"

While they were talking, they arrived at the kitchen of Zuixianju. The two large oil pans were fried with black stinky tofu. The smell filled most of the yard, which was hard to describe. The masters were already used to it, but after a few new ones were bitter, they almost cried. But they couldn't resist the stinky tofu business. They didn't stop the oil pan from morning to night.

Mr. Qin called a few chefs over and said, "This is the second leader of our Zuixianju, Miss Yu, and the stinky tofu is made by her."

Everyone, like the young man before, thought the second head of the family was a middle-aged man who gained weight. This time, it was even more amazing than seeing Miss Du.

Everyone greeted her.

"This is Master Zhang, this is Master Wang..." Mr. Qin introduced the chefs one by one, then gave them the sour bamboo shoots, and ran out without looking back.

Sure enough, the chefs came from behind. Mr. Qin covered his heart, but fortunately he slipped away quickly!

Sour bamboo shoots are like stinky tofu. Although they smell smelly, they taste very fragrant. They are made of peanut kernels, tofu and sour beans into rice noodles made from snail soup, and then drizzle a spoonful of white vinegar. The taste is simply wonderful.

I eat more noodles in Beijing, and there is less rice noodles, and most of them are not authentic. The method of rice noodles was taught to them by my uncle.

It is rare to be valuable, and Yu Wan can almost conclude that snail noodles will be very popular.

Sour bamboo shoots are the soul of snail noodles, but snail soup is also crucial. A bowl of high-quality snail soup is made of fresh snail meat, pork bones, and spices. Since inheriting Grandpa Bao’s mantle, my uncle has improved the snail soup and added a few medicinal herbs, which made the soup richer.

Yu Wan tasted half a bowl and thought the chefs had good skills, and of course the sour bamboo shoots she had pickled were even better.

Why am I so talented?

Yu Wan thought stunningly.

At first, Mr. Qin disliked not to eat it, and then brought over half of Yu Wan's unmoved bowl. He ate all his legs, and didn't let go of a drop of soup.

Mr. Qin touched his round belly and leaned on him for a lifetime. He said with great sourness: "It tastes so good! The price is easy to discuss. When will the supply be provided?"

Yu Wan thought for a while and said, "There are not many bamboo shoots on hand, not enough to supply Zuixianju. If you are greedy, I will give you two jars to eat first, and I won't charge you money."

The little boy from Yu Wan's family has been greedy for a long time and just took it back to him so that he would not always tell that his uncle doesn't love him.

Master Qin smiled readily and said, "Then I'm not polite!"

The two talked for a while, and Master Qin asked Yu Wan if she needed to read the account book. Yu Wan said that she trusted Master Qin's character and refused to admit that she couldn't understand the account book.

"I have something to do, let's go back first." Yu Wan stood up and said goodbye.

Mr. Qin sent her downstairs.

As soon as I walked to the lobby, a guest who had settled the bill turned around and left, but when he crossed the threshold, he fell to the ground for some reason, and then curled up and couldn't get up.

"Oh! I've killed anyone!"

Someone shouted, and the guests of Zuixianju put down their chopsticks in horror.

Master Qin's face darkened, and the shopkeeper and his friend hurried forward and helped the man up.

It was a tea merchant in his fifties. His bag was filled with a few boxes of high-quality tea leaves, all sprinkled on the ground.

He covered his stomach with a painful expression, looking disgusting and vomiting. Anyone who saw it would think that he had eaten his stomach.

Yu Wan doesn't think so.

Every night she studied the medical book left to her by Grandpa Bao, and happened to see a similar case, so she didn't know how his pulse was.

Mr. Qin said to the dumb guys: "Why are you standing there? Why don't you go and invite a doctor!"

A guy went there casually.

The tea merchant was helped into the lobby, and a friend brought a chair. The shopkeeper asked him to sit down, and he leaned on the chair weakly.

Yu Wan walked up and said to the tea dealer: "Tight out your hand."

The tea merchant was in pain and sweated in a cold sweat. He looked at Yu Wan weakly and strangely. He was so uncomfortable that he had no strength to speak.

Yu Wan didn't expect him to cooperate with him anymore. She grabbed his hand and put three fingers on his pulse.

When everyone saw a little girl actually posing for a medical treatment, they couldn't help but become more and more curious.

Mr. Qin whispered in Yu Wan's ear: "It's pretty similar."

Yu Wan glanced at Mr. Qin indifferently.

Once he started a medical treatment, Yu Wan refused to recognize her relatives.

Mr. Qin was shocked by Yu Wan's sudden serious aura.

As recorded in medical books, the left Guan pulse is floating, and the middle three pulses are all stringy and rapid. Yu Wan looked at the tongue of the tea merchant again. The tongue is red, the tongue coating is rough and slightly yellow. Combined with the symptoms of rib pain and jaundice on the face, it is most likely to be acute cholecystitis due to damp heat syndrome.

"Get another stool." Yu Wan ordered.

The guys looked at Mr. Qin.

Master Qin thought for a moment, waved his hand, and the guys brought the stool.

"Just do it, don't really make a fortune, the doctor will arrive soon." Mr. Qin whispered in Yu Wan's ear. In his opinion, Yu Wan was so inspired to block Youyou's eloquence, so how could she really treat people?

Yu Wan had no time to explain and put the tea merchant flat on the stool. The stool was not long enough. She pointed to the friend beside her: "Move the chair over!"

The guy moved the chair as he said, and put the tea merchant's tripod on the chair.

The upper abdomen, the head of the breast is straight down, in front of the seventh intercostal space, the midline, four inches away.

The location of the Riyue point flashed in Yu Wan's mind, and she pressed it on the big orchid (below the thumb) on her right hand.

After a while, the tea merchants did not feel nauseous or retching, and the rib pain became even worse than before.

"Hey! Look! He's OK!" The speaker was just the scholar who accused Zuixianju of killing people.

The tea merchant's situation was really much better, at least, he could speak. He looked at Yu Wan beside him and said sincerely: "Thank you, Miss."

Yu Wan said: "You are an emergency. I am just temporarily relieving you. I still need to continue treatment in the later stage."

"What emergency? Didn't you really get a stomachache?"

"Yes! The things in your family are so smelly, don't be sold if they are broken!"

The person who said this was obviously someone who wanted to take advantage of the situation.

It happened that at this time, the doctor arrived.

After the doctor diagnosed the tea merchant, he promptly dismissed the rumor for Zuixianju: "It's liver and gallbladder disease, not a bad stomach! A group of big men, no little girl has any knowledge!"

Yu Wan's emergency measures were appropriate, otherwise the tea merchant would faint from pain. Everyone praised her, and the tea merchant thanked her again and again.

"I can't see it." Qin Yue looked at Yu Wan up and down, "Miss Yu is so hidden."

Yu Wan smiled but said nothing, and was embarrassed to tell him that it was the first time she was treating someone.

The tea merchant and the doctor left together, and a storm was resolved.

The suburbs of the city, the Songhua Pavilion.

Yan Huaijing met the rumored Bai Xiaosheng.

Bai Xiaosheng looks like a scholar, and looks in his early twenties, but Yan Huaijing understands that this is not his original appearance. Bai Xiaosheng not only never shows himself as a true face, but also never shows himself as the same face. Therefore, he has another title in the world - the Thousand Faces Real Person Bai Xiaosheng.

Jun Chang'an leaned lightly on the pavilion pillar, guarding the movements around the two of them.

Bai Xiaosheng and Yan Huaijing sat opposite each other on the stone bench in the pavilion, with fine wine and snacks on the table. Yan Huaijing was the prince, so he would not be depressed by a gangster.

Bai Xiaosheng smiled and poured a glass of wine for Yan Huaijing himself: "Second Your Highness, please."

Yan Huaijing said straight to the point: "I meet you today, and I have two things to ask you for advice from you."

Bai Xiaosheng smiled and said, "Brother Jun, haven't told the Second Highness that Bai Xiaosheng has always answered only one question, and only answered one question once. Your Highness has asked, as long as I answer it, others will ask again, I won't say it."

Yan Huaijing frowned.
To be continued...