"Well, can this be cured?"
Xu Damao looked at Chen Jun expectantly, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
He had a hunch that Chen Jun was definitely better than some so-called old Chinese doctors, but he was not sure whether he could cure his infertility.
After all, his illness was caused by that damn Jia Dongxu kicking him, which was a physical injury.
Treat infertility?
Chen Jun thought for a moment, waved his hand and said, "It's hard to say. Medicinal food is generally used to nourish the body, but you still have to go to the hospital to treat illnesses."
Before coming to this world, Chen Jun got a top secret recipe from an online friend group. It was said to be the Yongxin Fangzheng kidney-tonifying secret recipe passed down from Shaolin.
There are as many as 185 prescriptions in one file.
There seems to be a prescription for treating infertility among them.
But Chen Jun couldn't remember what the soup was specifically, so he had to look it up on his phone. If he could find it, he would give Xu Damao a few recipes.
It wouldn't be a big loss for him if he couldn't cure the disease. If he succeeded in curing it, Xu Damao would owe him a big favor.
"I've been to the hospital and the pharmacy, but they said there's little hope, and at the same time, they advised me not to give up treatment." Xu Damao sighed, "Besides, the medicines there taste terrible, and they're completely different from the medicinal food you make."
"Wait for me to find some time to think about it."
"Thank you so much, Chen Jun, if you can cure my illness, I'll kowtow to you!"
Seeing that Chen Jun was willing to help him, Xu Damao was extremely excited.
After breakfast, Chen Jun went out to work.
As usual, I first went to canteen No. 2 and canteen No. 3, chatted with Master Li and Master Liu for a while, and then returned to canteen No. 1.
Today, Master Li and Master Liu have both passed the sixth-level cook assessment and have made great progress in their cooking skills. They are rare talents.
If a cook of this level were in other factories, he would be qualified to be the deputy director of the canteen.
Even some factories' chefs who specialize in reception and cooking are not as good as these two.
As soon as he left Canteen No. 3, Chen Jun met Director Yang who had just arrived at the factory on the road.
Tsk!
Fortunately, no one checked Director Yang’s attendance, otherwise he would definitely have been deducted money today!
"Chen Jun, how are you thinking about yesterday's mission?" When the two were still some distance away, Director Yang waved to him.
Chen Jun walked over calmly, nodded, and said, "I tried it at home and it worked a little, but it still needs some improvement."
"Let's go to the kitchen!"
It was obvious that Director Yang was very concerned about this matter. The first thing he did when he arrived at the factory was to inquire about the progress of the medicinal diet.
Chen Jun had nothing to do at the moment, so he took Director Yang to the kitchen of Canteen No. 1.
He arranged for someone to find a casserole and sent Sha Zhu to the logistics department to find some beef bones.
There was no other way yesterday, so I used an iron pot to cook the medicinal food. Today this one is made specifically for Mr. Liu, so I have to use a clay pot.
The medicinal food cooked in this way is not only more authentic, but also better at keeping warm.
I don’t know if Director Yang is really free or too concerned about Mr. Liu’s affairs, but he stayed in Canteen No. 1 the whole morning.
Seeing Chen Jun throwing ginseng roots into the casserole in a rather stingy manner, Director Yang couldn't help but say, "The factory will reimburse you for the ginseng. Just chop a little more and put it in the pot."
Upon hearing this, Chen Jun smiled at Director Yang and weighed the ginseng in his hand. "This is a century-old wild ginseng passed down from our ancestors. It's too potent. Cutting too much of it would be bad for Mr. Liu."
"I won't ask the factory for the money for the ginseng, but we can't take this medicinal meal from our cafeteria, so let the factory reimburse you."
The rules in steel rolling mills are very strict nowadays. Public is public and private is private, and they cannot be mixed.
Even if Chen Jun ate two pieces of bread in the cafeteria, he had to pay for it, otherwise he would easily be caught by villains and accused of taking advantage of the public.
Director Yang did not object to this, but stared at the century-old ginseng with interest: "Can this ginseng be used to stew chicken?"
"Stewed chicken is such a waste. If used in the right place, it can give a dying person a breath of fresh air!"
After saying that, Chen Jun flipped his wrist and put the ginseng into his pocket.
He was worried that if Director Yang continued to watch over the ginseng, he would become interested in it.
Pour the cooked beef bone broth into the casserole, add the necessary ingredients and medicinal materials, and Chen Jun officially starts to cook.
It was almost eleven o'clock when a high-end modified medicinal meal was finally ready.
Although Sha Zhu had fried two large pots of dishes in the kitchen that morning, the aroma of these dishes did not overpower the aroma of the medicinal food at all, and the entire kitchen was filled with the smell of herbs.
"Director, you can send it to Mr. Liu now."
Director Yang was a little confused when looking at the whole casserole.
This thing must be very hot, so I definitely can't use my hands. I looked around the kitchen and spotted the thick gloves I usually use to take bread.
"Lend me your gloves!"
Just like that, Director Yang hurried out of the cafeteria carrying a whole casserole.
The driver was already waiting outside. After Director Yang got in the car, he drove straight to the hospital.
After Director Yang left, Sha Zhu came over curiously and asked, "Director Chen, can cooking cure diseases?"
Chen Jun glanced at him: "Hasn't He Daqing taught you?"
As one of the representatives of official cuisine, Tan's cuisine must include one or two medicinal dishes. As the successor of Tan's cuisine, Sha Zhu actually doesn't know about medicinal dishes?
Sha Zhu shook his head. "According to He Daqing, my grandfather seemed to have said that cooking could cure illnesses, but before he could pass on this skill to He Daqing, he ran off with the widow."
"Medicinal food is also a kind of diet therapy. It combines Chinese medicine with some foods with medicinal value and uses our unique cooking techniques to make delicious food. It is a product that combines medicine and cooking. Medicine borrows the power of food, and food helps the power of medicine. They complement each other!" Chen Jun explained to Sha Zhu.
Sha Zhu was confused, but he understood the essence of it: medicinal food can cure diseases.
"Director Chen, you know a lot, much better than He Daqing." Sha Zhu grinned and immediately asked if there were any other medicinal foods and what their therapeutic effects were.
Speaking of this, Chen Jun smiled mysteriously, patted Sha Zhu's shoulder and whispered, "I have a good medicinal recipe here, do you want to learn it?"
Um??
Sha Zhu's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he lowered his voice and replied, "Yes, of course I do!"
"Okay, then I'll write you two recipes for Five-seed Pork Liver Soup and Marrow-Nourishing Soup. When you get home from get off work, try the Five-seed Pork Liver Soup and then give it to Xu Damao. I'll make two dollars from him for each serving!"
Um......
Five-seed pork liver soup, marrow-tonifying soup?
It was the first time for Sha Zhu to hear of this kind of soup, but that was not the point. Why should it be sent to Xu Damao? Was that kid worthy of drinking the soup he made?
"What does this soup treat?" Sha Zhu asked curiously.
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