"Get ready." Tang Ping pointed the old man in a direction.
That was the small stove at the innermost part of the kitchen. There was a blazing red charcoal fire burning in the stove, and a pot of steaming Chinese medicine was simmering in it. A little chef was standing next to the stove, fanning the fire with a palm-leaf fan.
The old man walked in the direction his daughter-in-law pointed.
The young chef quickly put down his palm-leaf fan, straightened his back, and greeted him respectfully. The old man waved his hand, looked at the Chinese medicine simmering on the small stove, and asked, "How long have you been simmering it?"
"Two hours, sir."
"Hmm." The old man understood, bent down, approached the medicine jar, smelled the medicinal fragrance wafting out, and then instructed: "Simmer for another hour."
"yes."
The old man smiled with satisfaction and asked casually, "The herbs are all in the amounts I gave you, right?"
He started preparing this batch of medicine after packing up the brat's things and sending them to his grandson's wife's house. Some of the herbs were obtained from the deep mountains and forests by his old friends of many years. They were very precious and could not be wasted.
The young chef did not answer, but looked at Tang Ping behind the old man. Although the old man was old, his eyesight was still good. He turned around and asked:
"Tang Ping, what's going on?"
Tang Ping felt bad, and quickly put on a smile on her face, saying perfunctorily, "Dad, I've added everything."
Who knows where the old man got those medicines from, and whether they can kill people? In Tang Ping's opinion, those without formal trademarks are all "three-no" products. When she was cooking, she only added one of the three.
"I'm not senile yet." The old man shouted, he would have a hard time with anyone who dared to disrupt his plan to have a great-grandson.
Tang Ping saw that the old man was really angry, and had no choice but to nod towards the young chef.
The young chef immediately took out a packet of Chinese medicine wrapped in yellow paper from under the stove.
Seeing this, the old man grabbed it, pushed the young chef away, stood in front of the stove, picked up the white cloth beside it, and opened the lid.
A billowing white smoke poured out, and the smell of Chinese medicine overwhelmed the aroma of food in the kitchen. The old man quickly opened the wrapping paper, grabbed pieces of Codonopsis pilosula, Paeonia lactiflora, Notopterygium wilfordii, etc., and threw them into the medicine jar.
"Dad, is this okay?" After seeing the end, Tang Ping behind him couldn't bear it anymore, so she grabbed the old man's hand that kept adding medicine and asked worriedly.
The old man cast a sharp look at Tang Ping, and Tang Ping timidly put down her hand.
"What could happen?" As he said this, he felt that it was too slow, so he folded the paper quickly and neatly, and poured it all down at once. Tang Ping couldn't bear to watch it and closed her eyes.
This is not the end. After pouring the medicine in his hand into the medicine jar, the old man smiled strangely.
Under everyone's gaze, he suddenly took out a small box from his pocket, opened it carefully, and took out a green object the size of a water droplet as if it were a treasure.
"Is this snake gall?" Tang Jie exclaimed, and hurriedly said, "Dad, this won't work. Eating so much at once won't help."
The old man glared at Tang Ping and said nonchalantly, "That brat was as strong as an ox, how could he fail?" Then he threw the snake gallbladder into the medicine jar, covered it, and told the young chef, "Pay attention and simmer it for another hour."
After everything was done, the old man left the kitchen first. Tang Ping took a deep look at the medicine pot and had no choice but to follow him.
"Dad, let me take you back to your room!" Tang Ping said hurriedly.
"Okay." The old man nodded. He was still a little tired after being out of bed for so long.
Before the old man and Tang Ping entered the main hall, the sound of the iron gate in front of the courtyard opening was heard. The old man became alert, left Tang Ping behind, and ran towards the door.
A convoy of luxury cars drove in. Yan Mo and Si Ze got out of the first black Maybach and saw the old man running out of the house with a cane. She thought that if he fell at such an old age, it would be a big deal. She immediately stepped forward and supported the old man.
"Grandpa, slow down."
"Yeah." The old man looked her up and down for a while, and seeing that Yan Mo only had some minor injuries and was not seriously injured, his worries were relieved. He patted her palm and said with a smile: "I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay."
Did the Si family know that she was in trouble this time?
Yan Mo looked at Si Ze, hoping he could give an answer.
"Well, grandpa and the others know." Si Ze explained.
"Grandpa, I made you worry."
Yan Mo blamed himself, but also a little bit blamed Si Ze, wondering why he told his grandfather and the others.
"Come inside and talk, it's cold outside."
Led by Si Ze, Yan Mo helped the old man into the house. When they passed the door, he awkwardly called out, "Mom."
"I'm glad you're back." Tang Ping said with a faint smile, lifted up the old man's other hand, followed him into the house, and went straight into the restaurant.
Yan Mo and Si Ze arrived late, and in this winter, the restaurant's table was full of dishes, which were heated up again and again.
"Grandpa, Mom, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long." Yan Mo apologized.
She had told the old man not to prepare any portion for them tonight, so there was no rush. But who would have thought that the family had prepared more than just one portion for them. Yan Mo looked at the noodles on Si Ze's table, and then at the various precious tonic soups on her own table. It must have taken a lot of thought.
The Si family treated her so well, they really treated her like their own child. Yan Mo was really touched: "Thank you, Grandpa, Mom and Dad."
"Silly child, why thank me? This is your home, eat."
Everyone started to eat. Even Yan Mo, who usually didn't eat too late, thought the food tonight was particularly delicious. He drank more than half of the soup in front of him.
Seeing his wife enjoying the meal, Si Ze finished his noodles and wanted to drink the soup. Without thinking, he picked up the remaining can in front of Yan Mo...
"This belongs to my granddaughter-in-law." The old man stretched out his hand to block Si Ze's hand holding the jar: "Don't worry, you have it too."
As he spoke, he ordered Lao Guan behind him: "Go and see if the young man's medicine is ready."
"Okay." Lao Guan walked out of the house.
Before he reached the door, the young chef came in with a tray, placed a bowl of steaming tonic soup in front of Si Ze, and then left.
Suddenly, a smell of medicine rushed into his head. Si Ze lowered his head to look at the dark soup in the bowl, and then looked at what was in front of Yan Mo.
The difference is not even a little bit. I asked unsurely, "It's for me."
The old man nodded suddenly, Si Jiawei smiled, and Tang Ping lowered her head and continued eating.
Yan Mo opened his eyes and looked at the contents of his bowl. This must be pig skin stewed with Chinese medicine!
What's wrong with Si Ze? Should he take medicine to treat it?
Yan Mo suddenly thought of Gong Ling's analysis. Was it just an illusion last time? She began to doubt herself.
However, what his family prepared for him must be good for him, just like what she was eating.
"Eat! Don't let grandpa and the others down."
His wife had already spoken, and in front of everyone, Si Zehao swallowed his breath in anger.
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