Others might not think much of the news that the prefect's wife was pregnant, but Wang Linlin's close friends were extremely excited.
They considered themselves to be from prestigious families and initially looked down on Jiang Bai's medicinal cuisine restaurant, but now they've all been paying for membership cards.
Jiang Bai was both happy and troubled.
If this medicinal cuisine restaurant continues to expand beyond its claims of enhancing male virility to include secret formulas for treating infertility, it will truly become a goddess of fertility.
Now, when some guests meet her, they still bow three times in reverence. After all, who would complain about having too many children?
Even if you can have children, there will always be relatives and friends around you who cannot. It's good to pray for them.
Later, even storytellers started telling the story of Guanyin, the Goddess of Mercy who grants children. One day, Jiang Bai took a break and went to listen to a bit of it. The whole story was about how Guanyin descended to earth to overcome her tribulations and brought many children to the mortal world.
The key point is that all the descriptions of the Guanyin who grants children are exactly the same as Jiang Bai's.
Jiang Bai thought to himself: You can just give me my ID card.
Even during dinner, Zhao Yi couldn't help but frown and ask her, "Is she the Goddess of Mercy who grants children?"
"You believe that too?" Jiang Bai was devastated.
Zhao Yi shrugged: "What if it's true? That's what everyone's saying."
Jiang Bai was so angry his hair was practically standing on end: "If I were the Goddess of Mercy who grants children, you would be blaspheming against the gods, you know that?"
Zhao Yi was easy to talk to: "Then I'll tell them tomorrow that you're not."
Well, it seems he's also partly responsible for these rumors.
After all, his wife is considered a goddess who grants children, which is quite prestigious. Sometimes, she might even offer him a discount!
It's a bit of a pity about Zhao Yi.
However, he still prefers Jiang Bai as his wife. Even if she's not a goddess who grants children, it doesn't matter. These past few days, he's been constantly worried that this person might suddenly ascend to heaven, and he's even having nightmares about it.
Jiang Bai puffed out his cheeks, chewing on the sweet pork ribs, and muttered to himself, "No, the medicinal cuisine restaurant needs to transform."
"Transformation?" She uttered another unfamiliar word, something Zhao Yi was already used to.
"Transform!" Jiang Bai nodded firmly.
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The next day, Anle Medicinal Cuisine Restaurant posted a notice stating that it was launching a "one-on-one private service" and sincerely invited patients suffering from various intractable diseases to come and be tested for free.
The golden boy and jade girl were temporarily transferred to serve as tools for answering questions and resolving doubts.
"Actually, this isn't the first time our Boss Jiang has offered this one-on-one private service. The pregnant Prefect's wife was specially cared for with one-on-one treatment."
"Jiang originally only wanted to follow the mass line, but now that the prefect's wife has recovered well, she also wants to take some time to create a high-end line. There are only two spots available now."
"Let me state first that we will not consider infertility treatment since we have already used the Prefect's wife as a reference. Patients suffering from other ailments are welcome to try it."
Many people sighed with regret upon hearing that they were no longer accepting infertility cases.
At that moment, a girl's timid voice asked, "Excuse me, may I sign up?"
Everyone turned around.
The girl was thin and small, looking no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. She had very fair skin, but her face was covered with a lot of small freckles, densely packed, like stains accidentally splashed on a famous painting.
She cautiously stepped forward, letting everyone see her face, and asked Jiang Bai, "Can my face be healed?"
Jiang Bai carefully observed her face and nodded: "You can give it a try."
Someone nearby objected: "It's not like she has a fatal facial condition, so why was she given a spot?"
"Yeah, it doesn't affect my normal life. It's just a few spots on my face. I don't think it looks bad."
"Our bodies and hair are given to us by our parents, and so are our blemishes. They can't be easily removed."
"But did you look closely at those spots? There are so many, it's disgusting, it makes me want to throw up."
Hearing these words, the girl's eyes filled with tears.
Jiang Bai ignored the others' comments and asked, "Is anyone else here?"
“I also have skin problems, the same ones she has,” another girl said.
Jiang Bai looked toward the source of the sound.
This girl was the complete opposite of the previous one. She was tall and big, even taller than some men, and a little chubby, but she was beautifully plump. She had round eyes, a round face, a upturned nose, and a small mouth. The only downside was that her face was covered in acne.
—That can no longer be called pimples, it's acne.
Large and small pimples were piled up on my face, some of which had already sprouted white pus. My skin was patchy with red and white marks, and some of them had left a dull look from scarring. The situation was really serious.
Jiang Bai knew that if she didn't get treatment, she would likely be disfigured.
Modern teenagers often suffer from acne scars that lead to lifelong regret, not to mention how serious acne was for a girl in ancient times.
The thin girl looked at the fat girl and sighed inwardly when she saw that the fat girl's condition was much worse than her own. Although she wanted to get rid of her biggest worry, it was clear that the fat girl needed Jiang Bai's help more than she did.
She couldn't help but say to Jiang Bai, "Her skin problem is more serious. I... I'm quitting."
“You don’t need to withdraw,” Jiang Bai said, tearing down the notice posted on the door. “We’ll accept the two of you today. Since your symptoms are different, it will allow everyone to experience the effects of medicinal cuisine on the skin.”
"As for other illnesses, we can talk about them next time."
"First of all, I must state that my personal energy is limited. I can only accept five people at a time for one-on-one private services. If you want to add a new person, you must wait until the previous client stops taking the one-on-one medicinal diet. Moreover, this service is quite expensive, and I cannot guarantee that I can cure the patient. Please consider this carefully."
There's no guarantee it will definitely be cured...
Many people were deterred by this statement.
After all, Jiang Bai is the Goddess of Mercy who grants children; she has her own expertise, and I've never seen a Goddess of Mercy who also cares about removing acne and freckles.
Some of the bolder ones went over to ask about the price and were shocked by it.
The money spent on one-on-one treatment for a week is enough to cover the cost of a year's worth of regular medicinal meals here. And that doesn't even guarantee a cure; if it doesn't work, the money is just wasted.
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but look enviously at the two little girls who had just developed skin problems. Although they didn't receive any money, the free treatment was equivalent to earning money in reverse.
Just as the two little girls were feeling flustered by the stares, Jiang Bai waved to them and said, "Come here, our treatment is about to begin."
She called the two people into the waiting room and asked them for their basic information in detail.
Then, she nodded confidently, patted the two of them on the shoulders, and said with certainty, "Don't worry, I can definitely cure you."
The two girls looked at each other, their eyes full of anticipation.
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