In addition to black chicken soup,
The fried garlic spareribs are fried to a fragrant aroma, the dry-fried beans are shiny with a layer of oil, the pickled fish is spicy and sour, and the mapo tofu is especially delicious with rice. A plate of stir-fried chicken with pickled radish, and a bowl of black egg custard as smooth as jelly.
Just looking at it makes people drool.
Ning Yue brought over the bowls of Ying Xianqing and Zhao Dali, gave them a full bowl of soup, and picked up a chicken drumstick for each person, and ordered: "Eat them all."
I picked myself another piece of ribs and glanced at the chicken soup bowl, but I couldn't see the chicken butt.
She also liked to eat chicken butts in her previous life, but her mother said that all the toxins in the chicken are in the chicken butts and she was not allowed to eat it.
So once she traveled through time, she retaliated by eating the chicken's buttocks.
She didn't have the habit of using chopsticks to stir around in the bowl to find food, so she had no choice but to look away when she couldn't find it.
Forget it, I won’t eat it this time.
The old lady said angrily: "Why don't you eat the black-bone chicken you bought? You should also eat more meat."
Ning Yue gnawed on the ribs and said vaguely: "Grandma, the ribs are best when they are freshly fried. You wait while I finish the ribs first."
Ying Xianqing saw her searching eyes and quietly put the chicken butt into her bowl.
The way her eyes lit up instantly pleased him. He arched his eyebrows and put the chicken drumsticks into her bowl.
He picked up another piece of chicken for himself, looked at the chicken soup, and said to Ning Yue: "I haven't used chopsticks yet. I don't like chicken legs. You can help me eat."
Ning Yue got tired of eating chicken drumsticks in her previous life. The big drumsticks covered the rice, and she didn't have the stomach to eat after eating.
Ying Xianqing didn't wait for her to refuse, imitating her previous tone and said: "Eat them all."
Ying Lingzhu made a puff sound and spit out the rice.
The others laughed too.
Ning Yue looked at Ying Xianqing angrily and had to concentrate on dealing with the big chicken legs.
Zhao Dali also put the chicken legs into Zhen'er's bowl and followed Ying Xianqing's example: "Eat them all."
Everyone laughed even more.
Li Dongsheng was about to refuse, but Zhao Dali covered the bowl with one hand, took a chopstick of sour radish and chicken offal and put it into his mouth: "Children only eat chicken drumsticks. Isn't this spicy and sour chicken offal better than chicken drumsticks?"
Zhen'er smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Uncle Zhao."
Ning Yue often takes care of her, and other members of the Ying family are also very kind to her. She is no longer the timid little girl she was before.
Zhao Dali waved his hand and took another big mouthful of rice. This is the most comfortable trip he has had in all his years of work.
With good food, prisoners do not suffer as much as before and can eat together as a family. It made him miss his wife a lot less.
His wife can't make these delicious dishes.
After eating, Ning Yue went to the crowd to see those in need as usual.
Ying Lingzhu hurriedly chased after her, watching her every move carefully.
As usual, Ning Yue took the pulse and gave the diagnosis, and then let Dr. Cui take the pulse and feel the pulse.
After Cui Langzhong finished, he saw Ying Lingzhu coming and waved: "Come here, you can take a look too."
This girl kept pestering him with questions, and he didn't have the confidence to teach. Now that the master is here, he is no longer afraid of misleading his disciples.
Ying Lingzhu stepped forward in surprise and carefully put his two fingers on the patient's wrist.
Ning Yue saw her interest and introduced: "Experience it for a moment. This pulse is very soft and thin, like silk in water. You can pick it up with a light hand. If you press it and there is nothing, it is called moistening pulse. Especially in Youguan. It is a reminder of moistening pulse. The water-dampness is so heavy that the patient has constant diarrhea. A weak pulse indicates Qi deficiency, and the right guan corresponds to the spleen, which means it is caused by a weak spleen and stomach.”
Cui Langzhong asked: "How to treat it?"
Ning Yue: "After a while, you can use one or two halves of raw Atractylodes macrocephala, add the same amount of cooked jujube meat and make small cakes, bake them on the fire and eat them as snacks. You should be fine after eating them."
Mr. Cui was surprised: "It's one-way again?"
Ning Yue nodded: "Atractylodes can not only strengthen the spleen and remove dampness, but also replenish qi. A single prescription is enough for this disease."
Ying Lingzhu nodded wildly. She felt that her sister-in-law at this moment was like a general scolding Fang Qiu. She had everything under control. She was so handsome!
She took her pulse again, keeping this feeling in mind.
Ning Yue quietly came over again, regaining her girlish naughtiness: "Go back and feel your sister-in-law's pulse later. A slippery life gate indicates pregnancy. It is usually deep there and cannot be touched. If you suddenly feel something like a baby's pulse there, If the bead rolls past your pulse, you may be pregnant."
He also said to Dr. Cui: "Not only is the pulse slow and slippery, the pulses of yin and yang are different, but also the pulse of happiness can be seen. The pulse of pulse is heavy, thin and astringent, or there is a small amount of bleeding below. You can also see the pulse of happiness."
Cui Langzhong and Ying Lingzhu were stunned for a while.
After seeing two more patients, Ning Yue left the rest of the decoction and preparation matters to Cui Langzhong and Ying Lingzhu, and went back by herself.
Now that she has nothing else to do, she plans to give Cui Langzhong a piece of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" every day, and now she can add Ying Lingzhu.
Let them memorize one lesson every day and apply it while memorizing it, so they can learn faster.
Make use of this time by memorizing while walking, and don’t study too efficiently.
She climbed into the carriage, lit a candle, and began to read silently.
Then, she sadly discovered that the original character's handwriting was so ugly!
It turns out that not every official woman in ancient times could write well.
Her own calligraphy is also quite ugly.
If this kind of thing is taken out, her face as a master will be completely embarrassed!
Ying Xianqing was talking to Youchuan when he saw a ball of paper being angrily thrown out of the carriage from a distance.
What is she doing?
Yuchuan: "...Why don't you go take a look."
Anyway, your heart is not here anymore.
Ying Xianqing pursed her lips and turned back to the carriage.
As soon as Ning Yue saw him coming up, she opened her hands to cover the paper on the small table: "Well... why don't you come in later?"
The ink on the paper was still wet and Ning Yue couldn't cover it too tightly. Ying Xianqing could see at a glance that the paper was full of ghostly symbols.
Ying Xianqing straightened her face and suppressed her smile: "What do you need to write? If you don't mind, I can do it for you."
Ning Yue thought for a while, then crumpled the paper into a ball and moved her body to the side: "Okay, you can write it for me."
Without external help, this book would really be impossible to silence.
Ying Xianqing went over to the small table and picked up the brush.
An oppressive aura hit her face, and Ning Yue moved to the side uncomfortably.
After thinking about it, I wonder if touching the body can have the same effect as touching the face.
She quietly moved one leg and touched Ying Xianqing's leg.
Ying Xianqing's waiting hand paused, leaving a small black dot on the white paper.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Ning Yue, but she didn't seem to realize it.
Ning Yue looked up at the top of the carriage, put on the standard posture of endorsement, and started to recite: "The sun is a disease, the pulse is floating, there is strong pain in the head and aversion to cold..."
Then it would be better if he didn't move. It would be embarrassing if he moved.
Ying Xianqing thought silently, then picked up the pen and started writing with that little black dot.
Ning Yue memorized a short paragraph and looked down at what he had written.
