Chapter 368 A proposal

Ma Jianhong, who was standing next to Mr. Qiao, was particularly shocked. Even after being tempered for a long time, his face was flushed and his breathing accelerated. He knew the origin of the watch very well. Not to mention touching it, he could not imagine that he could even take a look. Now he was wearing it on Zeng Yi's wrist. It was incredible, incredible!

Sun Yi looked at Zeng Yi's eyes at this moment and became even more jealous without any concealment. Damn, what's the point of this kid? He's just a sweeter mouth, a flattering and making his leader happy. Mr. Xu was also fooled. It turns out that he was old and dazzled, and he couldn't tell the difference!

Mr. Wu sat there, calm and leisurely, swaying the Tai Chi ball in his hand. He was very powerful and understood what Mr. Qiao said immediately. This was not just a casual mention, but a saying that Zeng Yi could earn Xu Dapao's watch, which was not an ordinary person. If he was not very sure, he would never say anything like spicy soup to cure diseases!

After accidentally sweeping around, Mr. Wu remembered his two Hotan Jade Tai Chi Balls. It was just a watch and shocked you guys like this. If that kid takes out my Tai Chi Balls again, you will not be able to sit still!

Mr. Qiao is a person with good calligraphy. He was very erotic and quickly filled with two large pages of paper, which contained the complete production process of spicy soup.

After finishing writing, Mr. Qiao threw the pen, picked up the two pages of paper, and laughed: "Okay, this is my exclusive secret recipe - noodle with sour and sour soup, which satisfys cravings and cures diseases. This time it's a bargain for Old Man Zhong, he has a good taste!"

Zeng Yi picked up the square note, read it once, and said, "Old Qiao, then I will use this prescription to be dialectical?"

Old Qiao waved his hand, picked up the teacup in front of him, and sat there and drank slowly.

Zeng Yi took these two medicine notes into the study. According to health care regulations, as long as it is a prescription, it must be dialectical. More than two traditional Chinese medicine doctors think it is feasible before the medicine can be prescribed. These written by Mr. Qiao can only be regarded as recipes. There was no need for dialectics, but Zeng Yi was not the person in charge of today's medical team, so he still needed to ask Pan Baojin for instructions.

Sun Yi followed behind, thinking that it was just a bowl of noodles that could not cure the disease, but it would definitely not kill anyone. What kind of evidence is a big deal!

"Director Pan, this is the prescription given by Mr. Qiao. You have read it!" Zeng Yi entered the study and handed the medicine note to Pan Baojin.

Pan Baojin had actually heard the conversation outside and knew that Zeng Yi's so-called prescription was just a bowl of noodle soup, but Mr. Qiao wrote it, so he had to pay attention to it. He smiled and picked it up and said, "Let me see!"

Sun Yi stood beside Pan Baojin, waiting for Pan Baojin's dialectics to have a result, so he could take the prescription to the kitchen and ask someone to do it.

"good!"

Pan Baojin suddenly screamed, his face showing a look of joy. He grabbed Yaojian's hand and shook a few times.

Everyone was waiting for Pan Baojin's result at this time. The room was extremely quiet, and only Sun Yi was a little careless. Pan Baojin's sudden scream scared him. His face turned pale and he replied a few seconds later. He was very dissatisfied. Isn't it just a bowl of noodles that can be better? How can it be so yelling?

Ma Jianhong also frowned slightly and asked, "Director Pan, this method is feasible?"

"It's feasible, very feasible!" Pan Baojin swept away the decline, his face shining brightly, and said, "Old Qiao's prescription is really wonderful. It's the best prescription for traditional Chinese medicine doctors, and it's nothing more than that!"

Ma Jianhong was confused and a little puzzled. A bowl of ordinary spicy noodle soup was just asked Mr. Qiao to write about the production process. Is it wonderful?

Pan Baojin pointed to the medicine note and said to Zeng Yi: "Xiao Zeng, come on, this bowl of noodles is not simple! It has sourness, sourness can be used to relieve the glory of the glory; there is spicy, sourness can be used to relieve the qi of the gut; there is spicy, sourness can be used to relieve the qi of the gut; the noodles are nourishing the middle; sesame oil can produce saliva; thus it is just the purpose of 'relieving it with a little sweat', which is completely a half soup of Guizhi and ephedra! It is used to treat Mr. Zhong's superficial depression, which is really the most appropriate symptom, and it also takes into account the factors of physical deficiency in the elderly, which is better than taking medicine!"

Zeng Yi smiled and nodded. He actually knew what Pan Baojin said long ago, because the recipe for the spicy and sour soup noodles written by Mr. Qiao was still drafted by Zeng Yi.

Before, Mr. Qiao's own spicy noodle soup was too spicy. It didn't matter if he was young, but it was not suitable for the elderly. After suffering from trauma last time, Zeng Yi made some corrections based on the Qiao's spicy noodle soup, thus drafting a recipe for spicy and sour soup noodles with sesame oil and sour soup noodles, and also made detailed regulations on the portion. At that time, Zeng Yi's starting point was to consider that the elderly were weak and had a slight cold feeling. Instead of taking medicine, it was better to eat. After all, the medicine was strong and difficult to control. If you eat, the effect was the same and very safe.

Just now, Mr. Zhong denied the treatment plan for half a decoction of Pan Baojin Guizhi Mahuang, and Zeng Yi thought of this dietary therapy.

Pan Baojin and Zeng Yi signed the treatment plan, and Ma Jianhong went upstairs to report to Mr. Zhong, while Sun Yi held the medicine paper and went to find the chef of Yulong Villa.

Zeng Yi went to the living room to pack his medical box and stood for seven or eight minutes before Sun Yi came back, following a staff member of the villa, with a stainless steel lid upside down on the tray in his hand.

"Grandpa Qiao!" Sun Yi shouted very attentively, walked over and smiled, "The noodles are ready, they are made completely according to your recipe. I will supervise the work myself. Can you see if it is OK?"

As he said that, Sun Yi lifted the stainless steel lid, and the aroma immediately came to his nose, making people's index fingers move. A large white jade-like porcelain bowl on the tray was steaming at this time, and a layer of red and fire-like spicy oil floated on the soup. A few crisp and bright green onion leaves were dotted on the spicy oil, and a few silver-split dragon beard noodles poked out from under the spicy oil. The momentum of Jackie Chan, red, green and white, was reflected in each other, which looked very beautiful. The chef of the Yulong Villa was really not covered. A bowl of ordinary hot and sour soup noodles, made by him, was a delicious dish with a full range of colors, fragrance and flavor.

Old Qiao nodded and said, "No, let's send it to you!"

Sun Yi led the staff upstairs. After two minutes, the boy ran down again and said, "My grandpa Zhong ate the noodles and said that this noodles are so exciting to eat, and you need another bowl!"

Old Qiao laughed loudly, just eat with great enthusiasm, it is best to get it right away after eating!

Taking advantage of Mr. Qiao's mood, Sun Yi took out the two medicine papers and said, "Grandpa Qiao, I will keep your prescription. From now on, as long as I, Grandpa Zhong, want to eat it, I will make it for him!"

When Mr. Qiao saw it, he knew what Sun Yi was thinking. Mr. Qiao’s handwriting was hard to find. Mr. Qiao forgot to sign the medicine paper just now. Sun Yi wanted Mr. Qiao to sign the name and then collect it. It might also mean to take it out to show off in the future.

However, Old Qiao did not object. After all, Sun Wenjie was sitting here, not looking at the monk's face and Buddha's face. He nodded slightly and agreed.

Sun Yi was overjoyed and hurriedly found a pen and placed the medicine paper in front of Mr. Qiao, preparing to let Mr. Qiao sign.

As soon as Mr. Qiao picked up his pen, Zeng Yi spoke, saying, "Mr. Sun's words inspired me! Mr. Qiao, I have a better suggestion. If Mr. Zhong takes this hot and sour soup noodles, his condition will be cured. I think he should donate this medicine to the Red Culture Memorial Hall. Such a good prescription should be widely copied and spread!"

As soon as these words came out, Old Qiao couldn't help but lit up his eyes!

"Xiao Zeng's suggestion is good!" Mr. Wu turned his Tai Chi ball and said indifferently: "If you really cure Old Man Zhong, it would be a good story. Put this prescription in the memorial hall, first of all, you can let everyone understand this interesting story; secondly, it not only adds a delicious dish to the people's dining table, but also takes time to prepare for emergencies. If there is an old doll at home, I think it can be of great use!"

After Mr. Wu said this, everyone had no reason to object. They all agreed and said that this was a great thing.

People leave their voices, and geese leave their names! The older the leader, the more they want to leave something for future generations, and Mr. Qiao cannot avoid the vulgarity. When Zeng Yi proposed this idea, he was already a little moved. Seeing that everyone agreed, he accepted it happily and said, "A boat!"

How could Qin Yizhou not understand Mr. Qiao’s thoughts? He immediately opened the briefcase he carried with him, took out a small square iron box from it, opened it, and placed it in front of Mr. Qiao.

The iron box contained the stamps used by Mr. Qiao in calligraphy and seals. At that time, Mr. Qiao pulled out the stamps and sighed, and then heard "Du! Du!" and then stamped the seals on the two medicine papers in a straight manner.

After stamping the seal, Old Qiao laughed and said, "Yizhou, I'll leave this matter to you!"

"Okay!" Qin Yizhou responded, put away the stamp, then took the medicine paper in his hand, turned around and asked Sun Yi, and said, "Xiao Sun, if you don't copy this prescription, I'll put it away!"

"Copy! Copy!" Sun Yi's mouth twitched twice, and he hated Zeng Yi to death. A great thing made Zeng Yi break his mouth!

When Sun Wenjie picked up the teacup, he glanced at Zeng Yi without a trace and found that Zeng Yi was just standing there with a calm expression, calm and calm. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. His son was too unsatisfied!

With the halo of the governor and son, it can be said that it is a sensation in Nanjiang Province. With so many resources in his hand, he can't even pull a small director of the management committee. He said he can play clever, but today he is not his opponent!

Look at what kind of cleverness he plays with, he is simply low-level and clumsy, and even he feels it is unbearable to see himself. When he looks at Zeng Yi, he will make you throw away your armor and become defeated, and you can't even touch Bei. By the way, it makes Boss Qiao very happy. This is what is called cleverness.

It seems that the grasp of human nature really requires talent and insight!

Sun Wenjie let out a sip of tea and thought to himself that his son would have to do business!

Sun Yi got up and went to find paper again, preparing to copy Mr. Qiao's prescription. When he passed by Zeng Yi, he glared at Zeng Yi with resentment.

Zeng Yi smiled faintly, with the expression that never changed on his face. Zeng Yi had long seen Sun Yi’s tricks today. Since you, Master Sun, don’t let me enjoy it, how can I make you happy!

I typing until three o'clock in the middle of the night, got up at less than eight o'clock in the morning, and accompanied my wife to go shopping. Since I wrote a book, I have been busy all day long. I haven't watched a movie with my wife once or once, and I have been shopping once. I have been so long that I don't remember when the last time was.

After walking around until the evening, I came back to wash my face and started typing again. This code was 12 o'clock again.

When I sat down and thought about it, I suddenly realized that except for sleeping, all the remaining time in Yinzi’s life was devoted to the glorious and great cause of “serving the people”!

Too glorious!
Chapter completed!