"Excellent sword skills, Qin is really ashamed of himself——"
Qin Shubao sighed with a sigh on his face, and then looked at Wang Zi'an and couldn't help but ask curiously.
"My little friend specializes in sword training? I don't know how long you have been practicing this sword skill..."
I also want to tell you the truth, but I'm afraid you won't believe me!
Looking at the startled look on the door god's face, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but complain in his heart.
"You're talking about this sword - I practice it every day. I have to practice it three times a day..."
When Qin Shubao and Niu Jinda heard this, they couldn't help but be in awe.
It’s really hard work and talent!
This young man is not only horribly talented, but he also works horribly hard.
Practicing three times a day doesn’t mean that people are practicing in the morning, afternoon and evening!
“My little friend’s perseverance is really admirable!”
Qin Shubao and Niu Jinda couldn't help but hugged Wang Zi'an with serious faces.
Wang Zi'an returned the salute somewhat helplessly.
I don’t want to practice three times a day, but how can I eat if I don’t practice three times a day…
"Come, come, come, don't just talk, try my cooking - I dare not say anything else, but when it comes to this cooking, you can't find another restaurant that can make the taste like mine. …”
Prince An invited him cheerfully, holding up his chopsticks.
Of the skills he encountered after traveling through time, there were only two that satisfied him the most.
The first one is that the cooking skills brought by Li Shimin directly improved his quality of life in Datang by several levels.
The second one is force, which finally gave me a sense of security in the Tang Dynasty.
Li Yuanba, that is a super being who can defeat the Eighteenth Route Rebel King with two hammers and one horse.
Having this ability really made him have a lot less worries, and even his behavior was unconsciously much more unrestrained than in his previous life.
"This is the original Yuanyang Hotpot——"
Cheng Yaojin held a piece of mutton with chopsticks and was just about to put it into the spicy pot. His hand hesitated subconsciously, turned a corner in the middle, and dipped it into the clear soup.
Alas, there was nothing he could do about it. When he saw the red soup, he felt tightness in his lower body and felt terrified.
"I just like spicy food——"
When Qin Shubao heard this, he raised his chopsticks with a smile, holding the beef, and was about to pour it into the spicy pot.
Wang Zi'an glanced at him and couldn't help but remind him.
"Well - Lao Qin, I advise you to eat less spicy food. Your body is already sick to this point. Let me see, in the future, spicy food, alcohol, etc., basically... If you should avoid it, just avoid it——"
If I remember correctly, this Qin Shubao will be gone in another eight or nine years. According to his own statement, it was caused by too many injuries when he was young. But now, looking at it, it is not only the problem of too many injuries, but also his eating habits.
Qin Shubao couldn't help but look stunned when he heard this, and Niu Jinda couldn't help but look at Wang Zi'an with a strange expression.
This kid doesn't look like a stingy person. How come he's already trying to persuade people to stop drinking before he starts drinking...
Only Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but look stern when he heard this, with a solemn look on his face.
"Second brother, listen to Zi'an - do you know who cured your siblings' health?"
"Who? Isn't it Mr. Sun Simiao?"
Qin Shubao couldn't help but be startled when he heard this, and glanced at Cheng Yaojin with a confused look. It had been a long time since he had seen Lao Cheng's expression like this. Niu Jinda couldn't help but glance at Cheng Yaojin with a puzzled look on his face.
Since Wang Zi'an was unwilling to reveal that he had medical skills or even surpassed Sun Simiao in medical skills, Cheng Yaojin never mentioned it in detail.
But everyone can figure it out for themselves.
That day, two old men with white hair and beards came to the house. As soon as they inquired, they found out that they were Mr. Sun Simiao.
"No, it was Zian - Mr. Sun Simiao was helpless that day, but it was Zian who saved the lives of your siblings. His medical skills have reached such a level that even Mr. Sun Simiao wants to be his teacher..."
As soon as Cheng Yaojin said these words, everyone present except Cheng Chumo, Cheng Chuliang and Li Chengqian couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, with disbelief in their eyes.
Even Sun Simiao wanted to worship him as his teacher?
I'm afraid you're not talking in your sleep!
If it weren't for Cheng Yaojin who hadn't drank yet, everyone would have thought that he had drunk too much and was bragging about his future son-in-law.
His medical skills surpassed that of Sun Simiao?
But how old is this Wang Zi'an? Even if he starts studying medicine from his mother's womb, how many years can he study?
Seeing the dumbfounded looks of Qin Shubao, Niu Jinda and others, Wang Zi'an glared at Cheng Yaojin angrily. This bitch really broke his promise.
He clearly said he would keep his mouth shut, but he sold the wine to himself before he even drank it!
"Ahem - Lao Cheng, don't blow your top. Mr. Sun Simiao has superb medical skills and benevolent heart. How can he be compared to a younger generation like me..."
Before Wang Zi'an finished speaking, he heard a hearty laughter coming from the yard.
"Little friend Zian, why do you have to brag for me, an old man? My medical skills must not be false at all. If I am not as good as you, I am not as good as you. There is nothing to hide - if you change your mind, I will worship you as my teacher now and be a doctor in front of you." An apprentice who serves tea and obeys orders..."
Looking at Sun Simiao and Wang He, who were both white beard and hair and had an immortal demeanor, walking towards them, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but cover his face.
Old gentleman, you made up for it with this knife!
"Ahem - old gentleman, it's over, it's over, you're just hurting me by saying that..."
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but feel sad.
Sun Simiao, Mr. Sun!
Seeing Sun Simiao coming towards him, Cheng Yaojin, Qin Shubao, Niu Jinda and others couldn't help but stand up.
The old gentleman is a kind-hearted doctor and is famous all over the world. From emperors and princes to traffickers and pawns, who wouldn't give him some respect?
Eating hot pot is just as good as this. As long as the meat is sufficient, and if there are a few people coming, you don't have to think about adding more vegetables. You can just pull up a stool, squeeze in a seat, sit down and start eating.
"Zian's hot pot is a good thing. It warms the Yang and nourishes the body without causing internal heat. I like this one. It looks like I'm having another good time today -"
Sun Simiao didn't care about Wang Zi'an's expression of bitterness and hatred, he raised his chopsticks with a smile and started directly.
"Mr. Sun, why don't you help my second brother take a look first? There's nothing wrong with his body - I'm afraid drinking alcohol will affect the diagnosis..."
Although Cheng Yaojin and Sun Simiao praised Wang Zi'an's medical skills to the sky, Niu Jinda still believed in Sun Simiao subconsciously.
There was nothing I could do about it. Wang Zi'an looked handsome, but his medical skills were too unconvincing.
"Mr. Ji is feeling unwell? Oh, he looks a little uncomfortable. If you don't mind, I'll show you -"
Sun Simiao didn't refuse, he rolled up his sleeves and felt Qin Shubao's pulse.
The others were no longer in the mood to eat hot pot, and they all looked at Mr. Sun Simiao with bated breath. There's no way, what Wang Zi'an just said was too scary.
What do you mean by being so sick?
