Su Nian took the small bag. She had seen a Chinese medicine practitioner perform acupuncture, and judging by the bag's appearance, it was an acupuncture bag, likely filled with needles. This gift wasn't expensive, but it was very memorable, and being presented personally by Principal Wu made it even more meaningful.

"Thank you, Mr. Principal!" Su Nian took the small bag in her hand.

"Then I'll tell you what happened," Principal Wu was very happy. Su Nian accepted his gift without any hesitation. "When you rescued me, was the acupuncture technique you used inherited from your family?"

Su Nian hesitated for a moment before nodding: "I guess so!"

"Well, would you be willing to write a paper on the process of using this acupuncture method to treat myocardial infarction?" Principal Wu's eyes lit up as he stared at Su Nian eagerly. "I want to promote this medical treasure so that more people can benefit from it!"

Su Nian's spirits lifted. She understood that after her rebirth, she had awakened a certain ability. This ability allowed her to diagnose illnesses with just a touch of her hand. If possible, she certainly hoped that more people could benefit from it!

"I'm willing," Su Nian agreed without hesitation, "but I've never written a paper!"

"Writing a paper is just a small thing. I will teach you after class," Principal Wu took the responsibility of this matter. He was an old doctor and naturally knew what Su Nian's method of saving people yesterday meant.

After finalizing the promotion plan with Principal Wu, Su Nian and Chu Beichen said goodbye to Principal Chu and prepared to leave.

"Su Nian, you've been delayed for so long, are you hungry?" Chu Beichen's first words were full of concern.

"Not bad," Su Nian pulled Chu Beichen's wrist and looked at the time. It was already nine o'clock in the morning, and her stomach was growling with hunger.

Chu Beichen smiled and let Su Nian play with him. Such casualness showed that Su Nian no longer regarded him as an outsider.

Instead of driving, he pulled Su Nian up and walked towards a winding alley on the side of the road. "How about some lard wontons and some fried fruits?" Chu Beichen made a breakfast list.

"Not bad, and another plate of side dishes, mixed cool and sour." Su Nian was hungry and thought about delicious food along with Chu Beichen.

The delicacies of Quzhou have always been hidden in these deep alleys. In the steaming heat, there are seven or eight small tables. This is a wonton stall. The stall owner scoops wontons into the bowl, then pours soup on it and adds half a spoonful of lard, and a bowl of wontons is ready.

Su Nian set the table and Chu Beichen had already walked back. He was holding an oil-paper bag in his hand, which contained fried fruit that had just come out of the pan. The outer skin was made of rice flour and the filling contained osmanthus sugar. The syrup would overflow when you took a bite.

Both of them were hungry, so they just drank their wontons without saying a word. When they were full, they took a bite of the fried fruit, which was crispy, sweet and absolutely delicious.

"During the years I spent in the northwest, what I missed most was the breakfast in Quzhou!" Chu Beichen felt quite emotional.

"What did you eat then?" Su Nian had been to that place full of yellow sand and was very interested in Chu Beichen's food.

"White porridge, steamed buns, pickles, enough to keep you full!" Chu Beichen summarized succinctly, his tone revealing helplessness. "One year, a cook from Sichuan came and fried up leftover rice for everyone's breakfast. As a result, halfway through the morning drill, the northern soldiers started crying out for food!"

Su Nian couldn't help but laugh. "Sichuan people always think they can only feel full if they eat rice. Northern people are just the opposite. They feel like they can never feel full no matter how much rice they eat!"

Chu Beichen scratched his head: "That's right, you summed it up well!"