"Amo, have you been recuperating in Yunfeng Mountain all this time? Are you feeling okay now? Are you not going crazy again?" Fei Chongji asked with concern.
"I'm fine. Look, I'm fine now, aren't I?" Mo Laishi said with a helpless smile.
This is the nth time that Morais has answered this question after the ribbon-cutting ceremony.
Almost every group of people who came up would ask similar questions, but Morais did not get impatient. He knew that they were concerned about him, so whenever someone asked a question, he would patiently answer it.
"Then why did you come back just now?" Duanmu Taichu obviously didn't believe it.
"I can't help it. I also want to come back earlier to see you, but my master won't let me."
"I did suffer some internal injuries after that, but those are minor matters. I will be fine after resting for ten days. The main reason is that my master felt that my mind was not strong enough, so he helped me with some training." When Mo Laishi said this, he was obviously gritting his teeth and staring at Yun Qingzi, who was also surrounded by Grandpa Jiang, Lu Jungong and others.
God knows how he has been spending the past three months.
Every day his master would find different ways to prepare delicious food for him, such as braised pork elbow, roasted whole lamb, top-grade steak and so on.
He could only eat simple meals every day, but his master called it "cultivating the mind and tempering the character"!
He's so greedy...
During that time, his dreams were filled with scenes of his master eating delicious food, which almost drove him crazy.
Now that he has finally survived that hellish period, he can't wait to come back to see his brothers.
noon.
Zhang Xiaorong personally cooked and prepared several tables of medicinal feasts.
Of course, it was impossible for Zhang Xiaorong to make so many dishes alone. Niu Dapao found a dozen brothers from Baishe who had worked as chefs and asked them to help in the kitchen at the herbal medicine restaurant.
The most important processes are done by Zhang Xiaorong, and the others just help out.
It’s not that Zhang Xiaorong doesn’t trust them or is afraid that they will steal her skills.
But after all, those medicinal food recipes were given by Morais, and she didn't dare to teach them to other people without Morais' permission.
Mo Laishi, Mr. Jiang, Jiang Daoyin, Jiang Feng, Commander Huang, Shi Ziqiang, Yu Wanlong sat at the main table with Niu Niu, Yaoyao and others. Most of them were soldiers and deserved respect.
Yun Qingzi accompanied the gang of six, and Huang Qishan sat at the second table.
They are all old men and have common topics.
Fei Chongji and his group of Baishe members were divided into two tables, and four more Baishe senior members sat together with Pofeng and others.
When they learned that Pofeng and others were members of Guoan's ninth group, they were so frightened that they trembled and no longer had the appetite to eat.
More than twenty rich second-generations and Yu Xinyue sat at three tables. They were all young people, so their side was the most lively. They started drinking before the dishes were served.
Today at noon is the opening of the new herbal medicine restaurant, so no outsiders are welcome, but eight tables have been set up just for the guests who came to congratulate the opening of the herbal medicine restaurant.
The first dish served was the tangerine peel duck that Duanmu Taichu had been craving for.
This is not an ordinary home-cooked tangerine peel duck, but an eight-treasure tangerine peel duck that has been added with many precious medicinal materials and simmered over a slow fire for more than four hours.
The meat is soft, fragrant, and melts in your mouth. It has the effect of boosting appetite, strengthening the spleen and nourishing the stomach.
As soon as the dish arrived, Lin Huai was so moved that tears streamed down his face. He couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks, but Song Shuliang tapped his fingers: "What are you in such a hurry for? You don't know any table manners. Don't you know that ladies first?"
After saying that, Song Shuliang smiled like a pug and picked up a piece for Yu Xinyue.
"Huh..." Lin Huai, Ning Ze, Zhao Siman, and Rosen all looked at him with disdain, rolling their eyes almost to the sky.
At another table, Ge Yandong ate a piece of tangerine peel duck, chewed it a few times and swallowed it. He immediately felt a warm current flowing down his throat to his stomach.
My stomach feels warm and comfortable.
Ge Yandong's eyes suddenly lit up.
"This is good stuff. My stomach has been feeling uncomfortable for a while, but after eating just one piece of this tangerine peel duck, I actually feel much better." Ge Yandong said.
"Of course. I stole that ancient book on medicinal food from the heir of Medicine King Valley... No, I won it back. Every medicinal dish in it was once a royal treasure, fed to the emperor. How could it be bad?" Yun Qingzi said with a smile, almost letting the cat out of the bag.
Everyone present knew that Zhang Xiaorong's medicinal food recipes were given by Mo Laishi, and now hearing Yun Qingzi say this, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that I could become an 'emperor' in my lifetime. This life is worth it." Jiang Sanshui laughed.
The other elderly people also nodded in agreement.
Each of the following medicinal dishes has its own special features. Not only does it taste good, it can also strengthen the body.
There is stewed black chicken with Astragalus root to nourish the liver and dispel heat, there is lily and bird's nest dew to nourish the skin and beautify the skin, and there is recovery mutton soup to strengthen yang and nourish the kidneys.
There were twelve dishes in total, and every one of them was praised by everyone present.
Zhang Xiaorong came out from the kitchen to see everyone's reaction. Seeing how much everyone enjoyed the food, she suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment.
At the main table, during a break in the meal, Old Man Jiang whispered to Mo Laishi, "Commander Zhou asked me to ask you, can that medicine still be developed?"
Although the voice was small, Commander Huang and Shi Ziqiang both heard what Mr. Jiang said. They also knew what Mr. Jiang meant by "medicine", so they looked at Mo Laishi expectantly at the same time.
Mo Laishi smiled and said, "Of course you can. I've already written down the refining method in detail. I'll give it to you after dinner. You can pass it on to Commander Zhou and have the military manufacture it themselves. As long as there are enough medicinal materials, large-scale production will not be a problem."
Commander Huang and Shi Ziqiang looked at each other and saw the same ecstasy on each other's faces.
If such a powerful strengthening potion could be mass-produced, wouldn’t every Chinese soldier be a super soldier?
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