Chapter 487

Shi Jiajia laughs. She's going crazy. After two or three bites of breakfast, I went back to my room and looked in the mirror. Now she sees the ointment in that bottle more important than anything. Whether her face can recover depends on the ointment in this bottle.

After getting up to wash, Jiang Chan cleaned up the things she gave uncle Mo and aunt Mo, which were also big and small. She rode her own small electric donkey. It was called a flying light, and the destination was very clear.

When she arrived at Uncle Mo's restaurant, aunt Mo was tidying up the drawers. She makes some steamed stuffed buns and pies in the morning, while Mo Shu cooks porridge in it. Everyone comes and plays whatever they want.

Seeing Jiang cicada coming, aunt Mo smiled and said, "little cicada will come soon. What are you doing with things?"

Jiang Chan's head didn't look up: "I have to bring it. It's a medicinal wine specially prepared for you and uncle Mo's physique. It's a proprietary Chinese medicine to strengthen the body and replenish qi. It's for Aunt mo."

There was no one in the shop. Jiang Chan lined up the things. Uncle Mo walked out of the back kitchen and his eyes lit up when he saw the two jars of wine on the table.

He used to open the seal on the jar, put his nose up and sniffed: "yes, the wine is strong enough. It smells good."

Jiang Chan's mouth turned up: "this is tiger bone wine, pulled out from an old traditional Chinese medicine."

"Then I'll have a good taste at night." Uncle Mo laughed, and aunt Mo glared at him angrily: "you know how to drink. Don't you take these medicinal wine in?"

"Aunt Mo, you take this Chinese patent medicine once every morning and evening, one pill at a time. This is the amount of one month. I'll make it for you next month after eating it. There's also medicinal wine. I have it there. I'll send it back when you and uncle Mo finish drinking."

Aunt Mo laughed at the crow's feet around her eyes: "you are so busy studying. What are you doing? Uncle Mo and I are in good health. Don't delay your study."

Jiang Chan took aunt Mo's hand and said, "your body is more important than anything."

Uncle Mo hid the medicinal wine and heard Jiang Chan's words. When he slapped him, Jiang Chan dodged and hid behind aunt mo.

Although she is not afraid of pain, Mo shuna's iron sand palm really can't be borne by anyone.

"What are you hiding from?"

Mo Shu blew his beard and stared. He felt that Jiang Chan was not close to him. Aunt Mo smiled: "you are so strong that you can't stand when you slap the child. Sit and have a rest. Aren't you tired after a busy morning?"

"Little cicada, have lunch with aunt Mo at noon. Let uncle Mo cook two good dishes. Look, the child is tired and thin."

Mo Shu blinked and didn't speak. The girl was much healthier than that in junior high school. She used to be black and thin, but now she has become white and tender. Where is she as thin as his daughter-in-law said?

"I won't eat here at noon. I'll go to the pharmacy later. I want to buy some herbs. I don't have enough herbs on hand. I've made an appointment with old Zheng."

Every monthly holiday, Jiang Chan will go to Zheng Lao's traditional Chinese medicine room without hesitation. First, he will exchange experience with Zheng Lao. In addition, he will go to Zheng Lao's side to see if he can pick out some top-grade herbs from him.

Therefore, Lao Zheng of nongdi is angry and smiling every time he sees Jiang Chan. He is angry that when Jiang Chan comes, he will have fewer treasures on hand. He is happy to exchange medical skills with Jiang Chan, and he himself has benefited a lot.

If Jiang Chan didn't have a teacher, he wanted to get Jiang Chan to his door. It was so excellent that he was greedy to see the ground.

Seeing that Jiang Chan could not move, aunt Mo quickly picked up a cage of steamed stuffed buns: "take these back for you. You rarely come back once. Aunt Mo doesn't have anything good for you."

Jiang Chan bit the steamed stuffed bun: "I was thinking about Aunt Mo's steamed stuffed bun at school. I was tired of eating steamed stuffed bun at school."

Aunt Mo slapped Jiang Chan: "little flatterer! Delicious, aunt Mo, will you pack some more?"

Jiang Chan waved her hand again and again: "no, that's enough. I'll come to the store next time."

After bidding farewell to Uncle Mo and aunt Mo, Jiang Chan set out again, this time to Zheng Lao's traditional Chinese medicine room. When she arrived at Zheng Lao's traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy, it was only early nine o'clock. Jiang Chan just saw Zheng Lao staggering over with a bird cage.

There are two thrushes in the cage. They look gorgeous. The corner of Jiang Chan's lips lifted: "Zheng Lao, when did you get this thrush?"

Zheng Laoqiao's beard: "someone sent it to me to see a doctor for him. Why are you a chicken thief girl? Oh, I'm thinking about my good things again."

Jiang Chan held old Zheng's arm: "look what you said. If you didn't take care of me, I could get good things from you?" in the twinkling of an eye, she smiled again: "besides, I have finished products for you."

Don't be shy. She's just making health pills and wine. When did she refuse if Zheng asked?

Zheng Laoshan said, "OK, OK, I just said, do you know how to respect the old and love the young after you have said so much?"

Old God Jiang Chan said freely, "you know, I'm young. Your elder should love me."

Old Zheng is angry. He knows that if he meets this girl, he won't have to fight her.

"I'm not old enough to walk. I'll walk by myself!" the old man was proud and moved forward without Jiang Chan.

Jiang Chan chased up and said a few words, amusing old Zheng to smile again. Without a few words, old Zheng suddenly said, "I have a patient on hand who has been paralyzed for five years. Recently, he found me here. He's coming today. Do you want to have a look?"

"Paralysis?" Jiang Chan frowned. "What's the reason? I've been itching recently. You know, for people like us, challenging patients can arouse our interest."

"It's said that it was a car accident. It's estimated that it was a struggle between rich and powerful families." Zheng took it lightly, and Jiang Chan didn't ask in detail. She was concerned about the patient's condition, but it didn't mean she was interested in the patient's family.

"I knew you were interested in these. If a newborn calf is really not afraid of tigers, he will come later. Can you help me?" Zheng stroked his beard: "he came here for acupuncture several times. Anyway, he didn't see any effect."

"Then I'll wait here, old Zheng. Show me the good things you've received recently?" Jiang Chan nodded and smiled like a little fox at old Zheng.

Zheng Lao Ya looked away in pain. "Well, I'll take you to the back. It's my private possession."

Jiang Chan shouldered Zheng Lao: "I'll give you half of the good things I've made. Don't be distressed."

Upon hearing this, old Zheng was not distressed. "I don't know who taught you this girl. I'm greedy for this pharmaceutical skill."