Octopus soup #22 has a secret recipe that makes it delicious.
Now, seeing Lin Luoxi hand him the fish soup, he hesitated whether to drink it or not, but then he saw that Doctor Yang had already started drinking it. He forced himself to drink it little by little.
"It's delicious, this soup is so flavorful..."
Doctor Zhang used to work in the Imperial Hospital and had tasted all sorts of good things.
In addition, his own medical skills were quite good, and he could also smell the wonder of this soup.
He wasn't worried at all about any unclean things in it, and he finished the bowl of soup in no time.
After drinking a bowl of soup, he felt a warm and comfortable sensation in his stomach, which had been upset by the smell of pig manure on Old Lin's clothes. He closed his eyes in enjoyment.
"Grandpa Yang thinks it tastes good too, right? There's still a lot left in the pot, I'll serve you some right away."
Seeing that Doctor Yang liked the soup she made, Lin Luoxi immediately turned around and refilled Doctor Yang's empty bowl.
Upon discovering the remarkable effects of the fish soup, Doctor Yang didn't hesitate and reached out again, smiling as he accepted the fish soup from Lin Luoxi.
It was the first time Yang Xiaofeng had seen his grandfather so casually outside, which made him even more curious about the fish soup in his hand.
He couldn't resist taking a small sip, and the moment the fish soup entered his mouth, his almond-shaped eyes lit up.
This fish soup tastes even better than the one made by Granny Li at his home; it's so fresh, fragrant, and delicious…
It was so delicious that the bowl of fish soup was emptied in no time.
Yang Xiaofeng held the empty bowl, gazing longingly at the fish soup in his grandfather's bowl.
"Do you like it? If you do, I'll get you another bowl." Seeing how warmly Lin Luoxi greeted him, he, as the eldest son of the family, couldn't be outdone.
When he saw that Yang Xiaofeng's eyes were almost fixed on Doctor Yang, he immediately reached out, took the empty bowl from Yang Xiaofeng's hand, and turned around to refill Yang Xiaofeng's bowl.
Hearing Lin Wenqian's question, Yang Xiaofeng was secretly pleased. Seeing that his grandfather had no objections, he waited patiently for the fish soup to arrive.
The village chief was curious when he saw that both Dr. Yang and his grandson enjoyed drinking it so much.
The villagers around Dr. Yang might not know about his family situation, but they knew where Dr. Yang had previously worked, so they naturally wouldn't think that Dr. Yang hadn't seen good things before.
Since you like Lin Dayou's fish soup so much, it must be because there's something special about it.
After figuring everything out, he picked up the bowl and began to gulp it down into his mouth.
When Dr. Yang saw Lin Zhousheng guzzling the delicious fish soup like a cow, he immediately shook his head. How could he possibly taste the saltiness of such a soup? It was such a waste of such good fish soup.
He lowered his head and slowly began to drink the fish soup in his hand again.
"Da Ya, I want more." Regardless of what Doctor Yang and the village chief thought, this was the first time Lin Dayou had ever tasted such delicious fish soup.
Seeing that Dr. Yang and his grandson had both asked for a second bowl, I quickly spoke up, afraid that these people would drink all the delicious fish soup.
"Okay! Mom and Dad, there's still some in the pot." Luckily, we made a lot of fish soup today, otherwise, it really wouldn't be enough.
By the time everyone had put down their bowls with satisfaction, an hour had passed.
Dr. Yang finally remembered his destination. He told his grandson and Lin Wenqian to wait outside while he took his medicine kit and went to give Lin Wentao acupuncture.
As is customary, Dr. Yang would first take the patient's pulse before administering acupuncture based on whether the patient's condition improved.
"This, this, this..." Doctor Yang took Lin Wentao's pulse and immediately noticed something was wrong with him. He became so excited that he couldn't even finish his sentence.
"Dr. Yang, how is my son?" Seeing Dr. Yang's expression, Madam Lin thought that Lin Wentao's condition had become more serious, and tears streamed down her face.
Da Ya said Wen Tao's condition wasn't that serious, so why does Dr. Yang look like that?
Seeing Lin Wentao's small figure lying there motionless, he felt even more guilty, and his tears flowed even more fiercely, as if the sky had fallen.
“Honey, Dr. Yang hasn’t said anything yet, and you’re already trying to scare yourself.”
Lin Dayou didn't think Dr. Yang was so agitated. It was because his son's condition was worse than it was because his son was improving that Dr. Yang was acting this way.
Village chief Lin Zhousheng hadn't left yet. Seeing Dr. Yang's condition, he felt great sympathy for Lin Dayou.
On one side are your blood relatives, and on the other side is your son. You want to avenge your son, but the other side is your own family. Life must be as difficult as pancakes!
Standing at the door of the room, Lin Luoxi could tell from Dr. Yang's excited expression that the doctor was quite skilled and immediately realized that Lin Wentao was slowly recovering.
"Have you given him anything to eat or administer anything?" Dr. Yang was very curious about what exactly was causing Lin Wentao, whom he had diagnosed as a living dead, to slowly recover.
"No, my youngest son hasn't eaten anything yet. The only thing he might have eaten was some fish soup that my eldest daughter fed him before you came."
Lin Dayou did not disclose the details of Lin Luoxi giving Lin Wentao acupuncture.
"Could it be the fish soup that's the problem?" Doctor Yang could only attribute what he couldn't understand to the fish soup.
As a doctor, he also noticed today that the fish soup at Lin Dayou's house was very different; after drinking it, he felt warm all over.
After drinking fish soup today, I can clearly feel the lightness and warmth in my legs, which I had before.
"However, your youngest son's condition is gradually improving. I believe that it won't be long before your youngest son wakes up."
Dr. Yang was very excited about Lin Wentao's condition. He was more excited than anyone else and asked very carefully about everything concerning Lin Wentao, not wanting to miss any details.
When Lin Wangshi heard from Doctor Yang that her son would wake up soon, she finally stopped crying.
She would occasionally look at Lin Luoxi with grateful eyes. Fortunately, her eldest daughter had returned to normal, which was why her son was able to recover so quickly.
Knowing that Lin Wentao's condition was gradually improving, Dr. Yang changed the location of the acupuncture needles accordingly.
Only after all the acupuncture needles had been inserted did Doctor Yang have time to come and ask Lin Dayou a question.
Upon learning that Lin Luoxi had made the fish soup today, he turned to Lin Luoxi to ask for tips on making fish soup.
Lin Luoxi looked at Doctor Yang, who was earnestly asking for advice, and sighed inwardly while telling Doctor Yang all the methods for processing fish and making soup.
It wasn't that she was unwilling to reveal the truth, but there was something in the fish soup that only she had, and she didn't want to tell anyone her secret.
Therefore, even if Dr. Yang really cooked the fish soup according to her instructions, it wouldn't taste the same as the soup she made herself.
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