(Girls' Literature) Interesting?

Zhao Rihua shook his head helplessly, Wang's Yiwu soup was famous, but when it came to Ye Feng's mouth, it became a little interesting.

"Ye Feng, don't sell it, have you tasted anything?"

Not to mention Zhao Rihua, Jiang Yixue's heart was so nervous that it was about to pop out of her throat.

After Zhao Rihua's laboratory analysis failed, she asked the workers in the factory to pay attention to what medicinal materials the Wang family used.

But it's a pity that the Wang family is very cautious, and the most critical production line does not allow anyone other than the Wang family's own people to enter at all.

"No ......"

Ye Feng said lightly.

As soon as the words came out, Jiang Yixue was suddenly a little deflated.

Zhao Rihua also had a complicated expression, both a little sorry that Ye Feng didn't taste it, and he felt a sense of joy for it.

If he didn't detect it with a precision instrument, but was tasted by Ye Feng with his mouth, then he really had no face.

"Of course no is impossible......"

But at this moment, Ye Feng suddenly made up for what he had just said with a smile, and then played with the taste: "It's just a dose of soup, and it's not a magic prescription, what can't be tasted." ”

Did he taste it?!

Zhao Rihua's eyes widened suddenly, staring at Ye Feng tightly.

"Dead guy, you know how to trick me ......"

Jiang Yixue slapped Ye Feng's shoulder angrily and happily, and then said, "Hurry up and say it, let Professor Zhao compare their research results to see if it's right." ”

"How can you say the prescription, it must be written......" Ye Feng shook his head speechlessly.

What is a prescription, the prescription is to be written on paper.

"Dead guy, there's a lot of ...... to pay attention to"

Jiang Yixue glared at Ye Feng, and then only took him and Zhao Rihua into the office.

Looking at the backs of the three of them, the graduates of Tongren Medical University were envious.

Jiang Yixue's president's office is only accessible to a few people in Tianyuan Group.

And those people, without exception, are people like Zhao Rihua who have made great contributions to Tianyuan Group, and the youngest is also in his forties.

But now their eighteen-year-old junior brother has already joined this group of people.

Walking to the front and back of the desk, Ye Feng swept around the desk, and then picked up a brush used by Jiang Yixue to copy Buddhist scriptures for meditation, as well as a copy of yesterday's Beijing Morning News.

For Ye Feng, although the recipe of Wang's Yiwu soup should be written on paper, this recipe is not worth him writing on clean paper, a piece of yesterday's waste newspaper is enough!

Just by raising his wrist, everyone's eyes were immediately attracted by Ye Feng.

How the words are written and not to mention, the posture alone has a different kind of beauty, the pen is like a whirlwind of rain, changing with all kinds of hands, the ocean is unbridled, making people feel like there is a wind and rain in his pen at this moment.

"Okay......"

After a few strokes, Ye Feng inserted the pen back into the pen holder and handed the newspaper to Zhao Rihua.

After Zhao Rihua wiped his sweat vigorously with his hands on his pants, he took the newspaper carefully with trembling hands as if he was holding a heavy stone.

It's not that he can't even hold a piece of paper steadily, but on this thin piece of paper, what is written is the prescription of Wang's Yiwu Soup, which is the secret effort of several generations of the Wang family.

In terms of the money that the Wang family made from the Wang family's soup, if what Ye Feng wrote is true, then this newspaper is an out-and-out gold square, one side is worth a thousand gold, and it also weighs a thousand catties!

"Good word!"

Sweeping the newspaper, Zhao Rihua raised his head in shock, looked at Ye Feng and praised him sincerely: "If you had taken out this grass saint Zhang Xu's samadhi earlier, which can be called the wild grass of a generation, why would you let me look down on you." ”

Ye Feng smiled, in addition to teaching him medical skills, the perverted old man also taught him a lot of other things.

Jiang Yixue couldn't help but gasp after hearing the words and glancing at the newspaper.

She has practiced calligraphy and can see the good and the bad, as far as she feels, Ye Feng's wild grass, even if it is used to participate in the Zhong Xuan Award, it should not be a problem to come back with a gold cup.

"Skullcap, Coptis chinensis, Tulip, Gardenia, Digupi, Lamp Heart, Gentian Grass, ......"

At this moment, Zhao Rihua also read out the prescription that Ye Feng had written on the newspaper, word by word.

The more he read it, the more excited the look on his face became.

Each of the flavors of medicine that Ye Feng wrote was exactly the same as what he analyzed through the instrument.

Such a result even began to make him wonder whether Ye Feng was a human or a robot.

"Honey Ginger ......"

Shocked and excited, Zhao Rihua slowly read out the last medicine on the Wang family's soup written by Ye Feng.

After the two short words came out, his hands suddenly clenched, and his fingers pinched the newspaper as if he didn't realize it.

Honey ginger is ginger that has been pickled in honey.

And this flavor medicine is exactly what they did not detect in the laboratory.

Or rather, it's a medicine that they detected wrong.

Because what they detected was honey, not honey ginger!

"Yes, it's honey ginger. ”

Ye Feng nodded, chuckled, and continued: "This is also the most interesting thing about Wang's Yiwu soup, this recipe can be used with its ginger." However, for reasons of secrecy, the Wang family deliberately used honey to concoct ginger first, neutralizing the pungency of ginger while retaining the medicinal effect. ”

Zhao Rihua was holding the newspaper, so excited that he didn't know what to say.

The more he researched in the past two years, the more curious he became, and he wanted to know what kind of recipe made Wang's Yiwu soup work so well.

But no matter how he analyzes the test, there are always shortcomings.

But now, Ye Feng has restored the prescription of Wang's Yiwu soup with only his sense of taste.

What kind of tongue is this that is so powerful that even precision instruments can't match it?

Suddenly, Zhao Rihua's heart moved, he remembered an extremely ancient legend, raised his head and stared at Ye Feng in shock, and said in disbelief:

"The Tongue of the Gods!, the Tongue of the Legendary Gods?!"

Jiang Yixue suddenly looked at each other a little when she heard this, with a puzzled expression.

Although she has never studied medicine, as the saying goes, a long-term illness becomes a doctor, coupled with the reason why Tianyuan Group is involved in the pharmaceutical industry, she has more or less heard some medical terms, but the three words 'tongue of God', she has never heard of.

Not only her, but Ye Feng was also a little confused by the second monk and didn't understand what the tongue of God was.

"You don't know?"

Seeing Ye Feng's face full of doubts, Zhao Rihua was shocked, and then explained with a wry smile-

"The so-called tongue of the gods is a very old legend in traditional Chinese medicine, which is said to have originated from the Shennong clan. A person who possesses the tongue of the gods does not need any other auxiliary means, and can judge the medicinal effects and ingredients of medicinal herbs with just one tongue......"

"When someone told me about this, I thought it was absurd, but I didn't expect it to be a legend. In this world, there is really a person who has the tongue of God......"

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