Chapter 90 090 Pan-fried Noodles with Peanut Butter [First Update]...

After taking Wen's mother's pulse, the old man concluded that she had no major illnesses, but quite a few minor ones.

"You have liver and kidney yin deficiency. I'll prescribe a formula for you to take for a week."

Mrs. Wen hurried to the counter to get paper and pen. She watched as the old man wrote the form with swift, flowing strokes, but instead of giving it to her, he tossed it to Mr. Qu.

"Get the prescription ready tomorrow."

Mr. Qu, with a bitter face, took the list, thinking that some of the herbs on it were not available in the store. But then he thought better of it and decided against it. What was the point of getting scolded for nothing? He would just go home that night and try to find a medicine merchant to get the herbs.

Wen's mother hesitated for a moment, but finally asked the old man, somewhat embarrassed, if he could look after two more people.

The old man replied with a friendly expression, "Sure."

Wen's mother quickly called Wen's father and Wen Fan over, and first helped the bewildered Wen's father to sit down.

"Please take a look at him first!"

A while ago, when we measured her blood pressure, Wen's mother's blood pressure was high, while Wen's father's blood pressure was low. She urged her husband to go to the hospital to get checked out, but he kept making excuses, saying that it was nothing and didn't care at all!

Now that they've encountered a skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor, Mother Wen is determined to make sure this person, who is reluctant to seek medical help, gets a proper check-up.

Mr. Wen looked helpless: "I still have water boiling in the pot... I'm perfectly fine."

At this age, wouldn't it be better to have lower blood pressure? So many people with high blood pressure wish their blood pressure could go down.

Mother Wen didn't care about any of that; she just looked at the old man with concern.

Wen Fan put his hands in his pockets and silently looked at the doctor.

As soon as the old man checked Wen's pulse, he gave him a meaningful look. That one look left Wen speechless, and he sat there feeling guilty and short of breath, waiting for the verdict.

"...Do you have heart and kidney yang deficiency, and often experience palpitations?"

Looking at Wen's mother's face, Wen's father said weakly, "It wasn't much... just once about half a month ago, it was fine in a little while."

Wen's mother stood up abruptly, and Wen Fan's heart clenched, his brows furrowing tightly.

The old man sighed: "You need to take some tonics. You'll need to take them for a longer period of time. Let's see how it goes after half a month."

A surge of anger and lingering fear welled up inside Wen's mother, but she forced it down. She then shoved her daughter back into her seat, avoiding looking at Wen's father's face the entire time, afraid that she might lose control of her anger and lash out at him.

"Please take another look at my daughter."

Just as Wen Fan was about to say that he didn't need it, the old man placed two fingers on his wrist.

Time passed second by second. He opened his eyes and looked at Wen Fan with a hint of pity in them.

"This young friend doesn't need a prescription, but..."

Everyone was so frightened by this "no" that they held their breath and waited for the verdict.

"The pressure is too much. You should pay attention to relieving it and find more recreational activities. Being too precocious at such a young age is not necessarily a good thing."

Wen Fan was stunned for a moment. Her mother was holding her hand tightly under the table, almost hurting her.

"Okay, thank you. I'll treat you to this meal on the house today."

The old man waved his hand with a smile: "One thing at a time. I'll be opening a clinic at the pharmacy tomorrow. You can come find me anytime if you need anything."

Qu's father: ...

Just now you said ten in the morning and ten in the afternoon, why not look at the rest?

After seeing off the Qu father and his apprentice, Wen's mother berated Wen's father for ten minutes, leaving him only able to stammer "yes, yes, yes."

"Starting tomorrow, I'll be watching you! Be careful about what you eat and drink! And make sure you take your medicine on time!"

If it weren't for the doctor's visit today, Wen's mother wouldn't have known that he actually had heart palpitations!

It's terrifying just to hear about it.

Wen Fan pursed her lips. Wen's mother caught a glimpse of her daughter's expression out of the corner of her eye, and then remembered what the doctor had just said. She wanted to say a few words to Wen Fan but swallowed them back. Finally, she patted her daughter and urged her to go home and rest.

Wen Fan agreed, then suddenly asked what Uncle Qu had said to his mother earlier.

Mrs. Wen frowned: "He said his master is going to open a clinic next door, and the old man wants to eat three meals a day at our shop. He asked if we can do that."

Mrs. Wen said that her shop provides three meals a day, and the old man can just come and eat at the designated times, or he can call her when it's mealtime and she will bring it to the pharmacy. But Mr. Qu's idea was that the shop only has a few dishes, and if he wanted to try them all, it would take several days. The old man is getting on in years and wants to eat something home-style, like tonight's meal, one dish per meal.

This presented Wen's mother with a difficult problem. Her daughter had cooked all the meals tonight, but could she prepare three meals for the elderly woman? It was obviously impossible.

Mr. Qu also looked apologetic, saying that he would ask Mrs. Wen to reconsider, and if possible, he would be willing to pay the price for tonight.

After Wen's mother finished speaking to her daughter, she saw her daughter's eyes light up.

"Mom, let's continue, it's not troublesome."

"...How is it not troublesome? Don't think too much about it. I'll get back to the old man about this tomorrow. I can manage to find some time on the weekend, but it's impossible to do it during the week."

Wen Fan hugged his mother's arm: "I really can... Mom, believe me. Sometimes I cook for myself at noon, it's just a little more."

Wen Fan pleaded and begged, and finally his mother relented.

“I will tell your Uncle Qu that we make our own food every day, depending on your schedule. It’s okay to share a little, but it’s not allowed to make it separately or order food.”

Wen Fan thought so too. What her mother said was exactly what she wanted to hear. Anyway, there are so many quick and easy dishes. With just a little effort every day, she could get a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who lived next door... It was a great deal!

The family of three were preoccupied with the old Chinese medicine doctor's diagnosis tonight, and for a moment they forgot that Yao Qingqin had set up her phone to film Wen Fan cooking.

Pointing her phone at her hand, Yao Qingqin took a picture, edited it simply, added music, and uploaded it to her account.

Late at night, those who followed the account opened their phones and saw the push notification.

A steaming hot pot of red oil, with tofu puffs puffing up and deflating in the steam, is gently flipped, and the pan-fried tofu traces a perfect arc in the air. The hot and sour soup simmers, and you can almost smell its tangy and appetizing aroma through the screen...

[Hula Bagel: Isn't anyone going to do something about this?! Shouldn't posting pornographic content late at night be a criminal offense?]

[Folding hat: The ancient Greek god of appetite... Please stop persecuting your followers, sob sob]

[Call me Jingjing: Daddy phone, look at the time! Is this a place you should be wandering around in?]

[Tangyuanyuan: Let me have a bite! I'll confess to anything except betraying my country!]

[What to eat for lunch: Hehe, I ate all the bread for tomorrow's breakfast, hehe, and now I'm cooking sizzling chicken noodles, hehe, I added double cheese and some meatballs... I hate you o(╥﹏╥)o]

[Lemon Shrimp: I cooked the last bag of snail rice noodles at home, and now I've ordered takeout... Humanity is utterly defeated.]

[Sleeping Mosquito: My advice to everyone is to eat whatever you want at night in one go. Like me, I was hungry at 7 pm, so I decided to hold back and ate a piece of chicken breast. At 8 pm, I coaxed myself with a piece of bread. At 9 pm, I drank half a glass of lemon water. At 10 pm, I ate half an apple... and then at midnight I saw this video. Now my seven delivery riders have met at the elevator. I don't even want to think about how they're going to cricket at me...]

...

The comments section was unusually lively tonight.

Not only do the videos feature the daily antics of longtime fans, but there are also new fans pushed in by big data. These new fans come from all over the country and leave a desperate message after watching all the videos.

Are there any tourist attractions in City X?

Locals immediately responded with recommendations on fun places to visit, and some even posted travel guides.

After a barrage of questions from new fans, the true intentions were revealed.

[Will I be able to eat these dishes when I go there?]

...

[Lemon Shrimp: Huh? Even locals can't get this, thank you.]

[Sleeping Mosquito: The restaurant is quite capricious; they probably won't make the weekend home-style dishes a second time.]

[Hula Bagel: Thanks, I went to order food a few days ago, and the owner said Saturday's orders were already booked and they'd be closed on Sunday... I've never seen a store that loves to close so much!]

[Call Me Quiet: My advice to all tourists is: don't expect to get into the private kitchens when you come here. Even locals can't always get a reservation. Just eat some persimmon cakes or fried shrimp balls; they'll be just as delicious.]

Most importantly, don't try to take it from us!

****

On Sunday morning, the whole family got up very early.

Wen Fan yawned as she entered the kitchen, intending to make some soy milk and pancakes. However, remembering her parents' diagnoses from the previous day, she opened the refrigerator and took out noodles and vegetables.

Mr. and Mrs. Wen looked each other over in the room. Mrs. Wen had specially taken out her new clothes that she had bought this year. It was an oversized coat, a light yellow color, and of average thickness. But for this season, she could just tie a silk scarf around her neck and that would be enough.

Mr. Wen then found a suit that he hadn't worn in a long time, put it on, and although the size was fine, the suit was very old.

Wen's mother: "Take it off."

Wearing a suit is too formal.

Wen's mother rummaged through the wardrobe and found a casual jacket from this year. Wen's father put it on and muttered something to himself. Wen's mother listened carefully and realized he was saying that Wen looked so good in his jacket, while she was dressed so plainly.

Mother Wen: "How can they be the same!"

"What's different?"

You don't understand!

Parent-teacher meetings are always like this; mothers are always more formal than fathers.

After the two finished getting ready, they stepped out of the room and smelled the aroma of meat.

"Are we having meat pies this morning?"

Wen's mother was somewhat pleased.

Wen Fan brought out a large bowl, and then...

It was placed in front of Wen's father.

Wen's mother: "...I'll serve it myself."

Wen Fan: "Mom, I only made two bowls of noodles. I made yours separately."

Wen's mother: "Huh?"

As Wen Fan untied his apron, he explained, "Didn't I tell you last night? You have high blood pressure, so you need to eat lighter meals. My dad has low blood pressure, so he tells him to eat a little saltier. That's why I made you some 'hutazi' this morning."

A plate of fragrant pancakes was served. Gourd was grated and pickled, then batter was made with mixed grain flour, and an egg and vegetable pancake was made from it. Wen Fan placed the pancakes in front of his mother, poured her a cup of soy milk, and cut the braised egg he had brought back yesterday in half. This was Wen Fan's mother's breakfast.

Looking at the fried eggs and peanut sauce noodles in her husband's and daughter's bowls, Wen's mother could hardly speak.

"Why, why make it so complicated?"

The husband and daughter mixed the noodles with chopsticks, coating them with seasoned peanut sauce. The sauce also contained lard, giving off a rich aroma of lard as they mixed the noodles.

Wen's mother stared at the plate of noodles, unable to tear her gaze away.

Wen Fan sighed: "Mom, you definitely need to control your diet if you have high blood pressure. From now on, you need to pay attention to your meals and avoid anything too oily."

Mother Wen:......

Wen's father laughed heartily.

Wen's mother rolled her eyes at him, picked up a pancake and started eating. The vegetable pancake was soft, and the multigrain soy milk was fragrant. Although she used to eat a stronger flavor for breakfast, she found that eating something light occasionally was actually quite delicious.

The family quickly ate breakfast, checked their attire one last time, and arrived at school before 10:00 AM.

The school was packed with parents that day, and Wen Fan took his parents on a tour before entering the classroom.

bell--

As soon as the bell rang, all the students left the classroom, and Teacher Wang announced the start of the parent-teacher meeting from the podium.