Chapter 93 093 Crispy Pork Casserole Noodles, Shallot Butter [Second Update]...

Cao Suying looked at her mother and was lost in memories.

When was the last time I saw my mother eat so much?

It seems like it was the year the third brother's child got into university? The third brother held two big celebrations, one in the city and one in his hometown.

The third sister was stubborn, and whenever she thought about the childhood she and her mother spent in the village, she always felt a surge of anger. That time when she returned home for the banquet, she was holding back her resentment, determined to show those people what she was made of.

That time, my mother sat in the center of the table, wearing a festive red jacket. She was surrounded by people flattering her, who would put whatever dish she liked on her plate. By the end of the banquet, my mother was stuffed.

But after that, the old man fell ill. It wasn't a serious illness, but he was bedridden for half a year, and then he lost his appetite...

Cao Suying wiped her face: "Mom, if you think it tastes good, I'll try making it when I get back!"

The husband almost spat out his drink, and was about to say something, but Cao Suying glared at him and stopped him.

"...I'll go queue up again to buy a few more pancakes."

The pancakes were so delicious. He saved a meat one for his wife and ate the persimmon one himself. They were so sweet and fragrant. No wonder there were so many people queuing up at the door.

Cao Suying felt it wasn't enough after finishing the fresh meat pancakes, so she asked her husband to buy a few more.

The family ate sesame cakes in the shop until eight o'clock. As the sesame cakes at the door sold out, the customers in the shop gradually dispersed.

When Mr. Wen returned from grocery shopping, he unloaded the vegetables at the door, and Mrs. Wen and Yao Qingqin began packing the things they would need for lunch.

Cao Suying looked around and realized that there were only seven or eight people left in the shop.

After exchanging a few words, I instantly understood that they were all there to see a doctor.

A woman of similar age laughed and said, "I didn't have a number. I just came to see if anyone couldn't come. Didn't Dr. Duan say he would see twenty people? Maybe if no one comes, he'll see a few more."

The man sitting next to him nodded, seemingly sharing the same thought.

"Even if you can't wait, it's not a loss to eat something good."

The group started chatting and talked about each other's ailments.

Wen's mother and Yao Qingqin were picking vegetables nearby, not rushing anyone away. Wen's mother whispered to Yao Qingqin, "If your parents also want to come and see, they'd better hurry."

Who knows when Grandpa Duan will pass away?

Looking at the people in this room, some came from neighboring provinces, some from cities below, and some from counties.

This demonstrates their superb medical skills.

Yao Qingqin quickly nodded: "I've already told Dr. Qu, and he's reserved an appointment for me for the day after tomorrow!"

She'll definitely make sure her parents come and see it!

...

The pharmacy next door opens promptly at 8:30.

As soon as Old Master Duan sat down in the hall, Father Qu began calling out numbers.

Cao Suying and her family thanked Wen's mother for giving them a rest and then hurried to the clinic to wait for their number to be called.

During this time, Wen's mother glanced next door and was astonished to see that the two pharmacies were packed with dozens of people. Even so, people kept coming up to ask for directions, clearly looking for Old Master Duan next door.

Mr. Qu was constantly being ordered around, running errands inside and out. Even at almost eleven o'clock, he would come over to ask what lunch was for today.

What kind of food?

Even Wen's mother didn't know.

Now that the kitchens are separate, there are so many more bottles and jars in the daughter's kitchen. Sometimes when Wen Fan is lazy, she just makes some fried rice with some sauce. She's quick and can often make a bowl in ten minutes after she comes back. After eating, she still has time to go home to get something and pet the dog.

Mr. Qu couldn't find out anything and slunk back to the pharmacy. Then he heard the old man talking to the old lady across the street.

"This is an old ailment that has been accumulating for a while. I'll only give you a week's worth of medicine this time, mainly to treat your sleep. Once your sleep improves and your Yang energy is replenished, we can deal with other problems later."

Cao Suying nodded vigorously: "My mom just doesn't sleep well at night, she often only sleeps for two or three hours."

How can a person be healthy if they don't get enough rest?

Although Cao Suying hadn't received the medicine yet, she was already somewhat convinced. Now, thinking back to the traditional Chinese medicine doctors she'd seen before, some prescribed forty doses of medicine right off the bat. Even if it was for treating an illness, could a person's kidneys handle forty doses?

Grandpa Duan's prescription was concise. Hearing Cao Suying's words, he added a few words: "These are all troublesome illnesses. When you get to this age, it's impossible to return to your youth. Just remember, eat well and sleep well. These two things are the best for your health. As long as you take good care of yourself, even if the illness isn't cured, you'll feel much better."

Grandpa Duan sighed. No matter how miraculous traditional Chinese medicine is, there are some diseases it can't cure. At most, it can make the patient more comfortable, which is considered a good deed.

After writing out the prescription, Cao Suying dispensed seven doses of medicine.

"Mom, shall we go back?"

If we set off now, we can still make it home in time for lunch.

As a result, the old lady's eyes were fixed on the small restaurant next door, because it was already past eleven o'clock, and the aroma of lunch was already wafting from the restaurant.

"...Mom, would you like to have lunch before you leave?"

The old lady was a little embarrassed. She was usually a simple person who didn't like to eat much, but today was really strange. She ate so much in the morning, but now, smelling the food, she was feeling a little hungry.

When Cao Suying thought of what the doctor had just said, she immediately said that it was nothing serious and that they should eat whatever they wanted!

Upon entering the store, there were quite a few dishes displayed on the wall.

Cao Suying ordered several bowls of braised dishes and three servings of noodles.

Wen's mother still remembered her and casually asked her if she had gotten her turn when the dishes were served.

Cao Suying: "I've been called in line, and Dr. Duan prescribed the medicine."

Mother Wen: "That's good."

Having witnessed her own family's experience, Wen's mother deeply understands the mindset of those who bring their families to seek medical treatment.

Braised pork belly, meatballs, and braised pork belly with preserved mustard greens were laid out on the table, while braised pork belly casserole noodles, spicy beef noodles, and chicken diced sesame sauce casserole noodles were placed in front of each other.

Cao Suying had been on edge all morning, but now that she relaxed, a surge of hunger welled up inside her.

The crispy pork hot pot noodles in front of me had small bubbles rising from the edges of the blackened hot pot. The crispy pork was wrinkled from the bubbling, and the noodles were handmade, so they weren't perfectly straight when lifted. A spoonful of scallion oil was poured over the cooked noodles; the scallion oil smelled authentically good. After a few stirs, the tofu skin and kelp strips underneath were brought to the surface…

Cao Suying took a bite of the clay pot noodles and was instantly captivated by the crispy pork. Unlike the crispy pork in many other restaurants, the crispy pork here didn't have any peppercorn bits on the outside, but instead had a hint of scallion aroma. This scallion aroma complemented the scallion oil in the noodles, giving this bowl of noodles a flavor that was completely different from other clay pot noodles.

The noodles were chewy and springy, and Cao Suying ate them until she threw off her thick coat.

Looking up, I saw that my husband and mother had also taken off their thick clothes.

After finishing the steaming hot noodle soup, the steaming bowl on the table was just as irresistible.

Cao Suying was so full that she noticed her mother had also finished her bowl of noodles!

After finishing her noodles, the old lady still had the mood to pick up a meatball and eat it. After eating the meatball, she was completely stuffed and her eyelids felt heavy.

"Su-young, these noodles are delicious."

The delicious noodles instantly dispelled the old lady's previous discouragement.

Looking at the bowl of noodles, she recalled how she used to struggle to make a living with her daughter, often having to borrow flour from others to cook. She would borrow a level bowl and return a smaller bowl. Later, as life improved, the noodles at home went from coarse grains to refined grains, and now, they have meat with every meal.

Live a few more years, she hasn't had enough of the good life yet.

...

After the family finished their meal, they started their journey home.

Wen's mother finally got to see her daughter get out of school.

Wen Fan came back alone today, and as soon as he got to the store, he went into the kitchen to see what dishes were available.

A short while later, Wen Fan returned to his kitchen with a piece of pork, three eggs, and green peppers.

When it comes to quick and easy dishes, nothing beats stir-frying; and when it comes to rice dishes, there's one that you can't ignore.

—A bowl of rice from a farmhouse is delicious.

The method is so simple that it doesn't need much explanation. The stir-fried eggs and pork slices are already very fragrant, and the green peppers and chili peppers provide a rich flavor profile. So much so that the aroma wafts out of the kitchen halfway through cooking, prompting the customers in front to ask if the chef has any new dishes.

Wen Fan finished cooking the vegetables in just a few minutes, served two portions of rice, and then felt that there weren't enough vegetables, so he blanched the lettuce in boiling water.

After rinsing the lettuce in hot water, Wen Fan took out a bottle of shallot ghee from the jars.

This bottle of shallot frying oil was made by her a while ago. She used freshly harvested shallots from Lingnan. After washing and peeling them, she sliced ​​the shallots thinly and fried them. The oil temperature had to be precisely controlled. After frying for ten minutes, the moisture in the shallots was removed, leaving behind golden and crispy fried shallots.

After bottling the fried shallots, add some shallot oil.

This bottle of shallot ghee is perfect for both noodles and steamed buns.

Wen Fan scooped out a spoonful of shallot ghee and placed it on the lettuce, then poured some sauce over it.

After finishing everything, Wen Fan separated his own from Doctor Duan's.

She didn't call for Wen's mother, but instead carried the tray to the next room.

After giving the food to Qu's father, Wen Fan quietly watched for a while as Grandpa Duan treated the patient.

At that moment, he was facing a woman holding a child. The child was only four or five years old and stretched out his thin wrist for the old man to feel his pulse.

The old man's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly: "He's too thin. Don't you usually feed him meat?"

The woman holding the child kept talking: "You don't know, this child in our family is very unlucky. When he was little, someone told us that he couldn't eat meat and had to eat more vegetables to get through the calamities. So I don't let him eat anything except eggs. But even that doesn't help. The child is always bumping into things and his health isn't good. I've taken him everywhere to see doctors, but they can't help him. That's why I came to you to see if there's something wrong with him..."

"Nonsense!"

The old man slammed his fist on the table in anger: "Who said that? How can children grow if they don't eat meat? I don't think you're illiterate, so why are you spouting such feudal superstitions!"

"He's prone to accidents. If you don't give him nutritious food, he'll be weak. If he's weak, he'll be unsteady on his feet, and it's normal for him to bump and fall."

"You're still in poor health. With the way you're raising your child, it's a miracle he's still alive!"

The woman blushed deeply as the old man scolded her, stammering out something about what the Taoist priest had said.

She shouldn't have said anything; the moment she did, the old man got even angrier. He pulled out his phone and demanded to know who had given her the diagnosis. He, Duan Qingze, had a few fellow students in traditional Chinese medicine years ago, and they had all had some contact with each other. "Give me the name, and I'll find someone for you..."

The woman couldn't take the scolding for long and finally softened her tone, admitting that she might have been somewhat deceived.

"I don't know! How would I know! Aren't I just doing this for his own good? I finally had this child, how could I not hope that he will be healthy and live a long life?"

She started crying as she spoke.

Grandpa Duan ignored her completely and beckoned the child to him.

"Come on, have dinner with Grandpa."

Mr. Qu brought up the tray at the right time, telling everyone else in the shop to go back and come back in the afternoon.

Then he took the crying mother out. That's all there is to being a disciple. His master made her cry, so he had to explain things to her so that she wouldn't misunderstand.

Sigh, I still haven't eaten...

Mr. Qu watched as the old man held the child on his lap, and the two of them ate with great relish.

The thought of going home for a healthy meal later made Mr. Qu feel like he was living in darkness.

...

Wen Fan patted his heart as he returned to his shop; the old man's way of scolding people was terrifying.

However, it seems that he does have real skills.

Wen Fan squeezed the medicinal recipes he had racked his brains to come up with into his pocket and stuffed them in again.

If it weren't for what just happened, she might have actually dared to pretend she found it online and let the old man see if it was usable.

But as soon as she heard the old man mention "senior brothers" and "junior brothers," she immediately gave up on that idea.

Although feudal superstition is unacceptable, since we've already borrowed someone else's body, we should still believe in some feudal superstition.

Don't let a few prescriptions lead to you being treated like a monster and getting beaten up; it's not worth it.

Sigh, why is it so difficult?