Chapter 17 The Godly Chef Becomes a Godly Doctor
Jiusu didn't dare to go to Tian's house.
After all, I almost became Mr. Tian’s twentieth concubine when I first came here, but I’ll write it down first, as it will come in handy eventually.
Fangxing Building.
As the limited quantity of spicy fried pork intestines has been expanded, more people are eating it.
When Shopkeeper Fang saw Jiusu, he asked, "Is everything done?"
Jiusu shook his head, looked at the contract handed over, and sighed: "The county magistrate wants twenty taels of silver, and I want to find someone with money to accompany me, so we need to make a long-term plan."
Seeing that there was no problem with the contract, she signed it.
Sauce and vinegar are all priced at market price, while salt and sugar are expensive, costing five cents more per pound.
Shopkeeper Fang happily put away the contract. After learning about her family's situation, he suggested, "Master Qian wants to spend a lot of money to ask you to cook a meal. He is rich and powerful in the local area. You can ask him to accompany you. The county magistrate should give Master Qian some money."
Jiusu tapped the wooden table with his hands, as if he was considering something.
"Why does a meal cost so much money? What is it about? Who is it for?"
"Mr. Qian's wife has been bedridden for many years. She has been depressed, unable to eat, and even dislikes taking medicine. Now, her health has collapsed. If this continues, I'm afraid...ah..." Manager Fang lowered his voice and explained the situation to her.
It goes without saying that the oil will probably run out.
Jiusu sighed deeply, and said, "In that case, I'll go and give it a try. Thank you, Shopkeeper Fang."
"You're welcome." Shopkeeper Fang watched her back.
He knew in his heart that helping her was also helping himself. He finally understood that Jiusu was an extraordinary woman, like a golden scale.
"A golden fish should not be kept in a pond..."
Miss Jiu will definitely
Qian Mansion.
Jiusu recognized the place; it was right next to her house. Thinking of being able to escape from the Chen family, she took a deep breath and walked up to the gatekeeper to explain her reasons.
So I waited at the door.
The guard came running over, sweat on his brow, "Miss, please come in."
"Thank you very much."
When she arrived at the main courtyard, before Jiusu even got close, she saw two people standing in front of the stone table in the courtyard, anxiously waiting for her.
The two behaved intimately, so they must be a couple.
The lady is lying on the hospital bed.
I guess one is Master Qian and the other is his concubine.
A hint of surprise flashed in Master Qian's eyes. He didn't expect it was a little girl. He asked politely, "Are you the amazing chef that Shopkeeper Fang mentioned?"
“…You’re too kind.”
Jiusu clenched her fingers, digging her toes into the ground. "Godly chef?" Was that how Shopkeeper Fang introduced her? It was a little embarrassing.
After all, he is not a serious chef in modern times.
She lived alone and had a bad stomach, so she learned how to cook through social media, using delicious food to please her stomach and herself.
The concubine has a bright and elegant appearance, generous manners, and pleasant conversation.
"Miss Jiu, you have worked hard on the journey. Please have some tea." She gestured for Jiusu to sit down and poured a cup of tea herself.
Jiusu sat down and thought, aren't concubines always scheming? She is so gentle.
Master Qian's eyes revealed sadness as he spoke slowly, as if telling a story: "Seven years ago, when we lived in Shengjing, my wife was trapped in a fire. A beam fell on her. Since then, my wife has been weak and dazed, becoming increasingly stubborn and mumbling every day. Ah He and I tried various ways to cheer her up, but her condition only worsened."
Lu He shook her head helplessly.
"I proposed leaving Shengjing and returning to my hometown to settle down. My sister's illness has been cured for a while, but..."
"There's nothing bad to say. It's still that unfilial son. He's ignorant and always makes her angry." Mr. Qian rubbed his eyebrows, and felt a surge of anger in his heart when he thought of his useless son.
He's a burden to the Qian family! He's a burden to Madam Qian! I really regret having him.
The Qian family was in such a mess that it was inconvenient to listen to these secrets. Jiusu interrupted at the right time, "I'm going to go see the lady. Can you two wait here?"
After getting permission, she followed the maid inside.
The beauty's face was pale. She half leaned back, staring at one place, not knowing what she was thinking. The maid whispered softly, "Madam, a guest has arrived."
Mrs. Qian looked up, saw Jiusu, and forced a pale smile.
"Young lady, please sit down. You are the cook that the master mentioned, right?"
"How does Madam know?" A hint of surprise flashed across Jiusu's eyes. The maid brought a round stool and she sat stiffly. The woman in front of her was so gentle that she looked like a painting.
Even when he was plagued by illness, he remained graceful and never showed anger.
Anyone who saw such a gentle beauty would stop in their tracks. Her tone dropped again and again, fearing to alarm Mrs. Qian. Who could have imagined that this was Qian Junjie's mother? It was like an angel giving birth to a devil.
Mrs. Qian spoke in a weak voice, "Ordinary people can't enter my yard."
Seeing her like this, Jiusu didn't say any more pleasantries.
Ask directly: "Mrs. Qian, is there anything you like to eat? If I know how to cook, I will do my best to make it for you."
Mrs. Qian shook her head with a faint smile on her lips.
"There's nothing you want to eat, so don't bother, girl."
Hearing this, Jiusu took the initiative to ask: "Can I take your pulse?"
"You know medicine?" Madam Qian's eyes flashed with surprise, and her voice was tinged with strength. She stretched out her hand and said, "Look, I'm already dying, so I'm not afraid of being seen."
Jiusu couldn't help feeling sad when facing such a frail beauty.
He placed his fingers on the pale, slender arm, took a deep breath, and quietly diagnosed the patient. His face was pale, his lips and nails were pale, his body was thin, his appetite was poor, and his pulse was weak. "Madam, can you stick out your tongue?"
Mrs. Qian stuck out her tongue.
The tongue is pale and the tongue coating is white.
Seeing Jiusu withdraw his hand, the maid bent down and asked with concern: "Miss Shenchu, how is my wife?"
Jiusu pondered for a moment, looked at Madam Qian, and spoke in a calm voice, but with such certainty that one could not help but believe it.
"If Madam cooperates, I am 100% confident."
"Cooperate! Cooperate, we will cooperate!" The maid quickly knelt on the ground and looked up at Jiusu. She didn't react for a moment, her eyes red. "We will definitely cooperate!"
Mrs. Qian smiled faintly, "Miss Jiu, please stop trying to make me happy..."
"Madam, I'm not trying to make you happy. As long as you think it through, I promise that you will have a lively and happy New Year!" Jiusu calculated the time. Chinese medicine takes a long time and it will take about three months to take effect, which is just during the New Year.
Hearing this.
The maid quickly said, "Miss Jiu, this servant trusts you. Tell us whatever you need."
Madam Qian looked at the maid and sighed slightly.
"Actually, there's no point in me living anymore..."
"Madam, please don't say that." The maid burst into tears and held Madam's hand tightly. "Just think of it as this is for me. If you leave, I won't be able to live either."
Jiusu advised: "People live their whole lives for themselves."
Mrs. Qian wiped away her tears gently. She felt that she had no strength left in her body. She slowly lay down, covered with the quilt, and felt a little warmth.
"Okay, I'll leave it to you then."
It seemed like a dream. The cook was clearly trying to find a way to get her to eat, so how did he become a doctor?
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