"Miss Bao'er...... What are you doing here? Yang Qing looked at Bao'er opposite, she hadn't seen her for a few months, and the female proprietor's appearance was even more pretty. But he didn't dare to think anything wrong, the corner of the skirt that was occasionally blown by the wind outside the door reminded him all the time that the vinegar jar was there, maybe there was more than one.

After Zheng's mother went out, Bao'er finally breathed a sigh of relief, and at this moment, she saw Yang Qing wearing a cyan scribe's robe, with a long figure and a face like a crown of jade, sitting opposite her, and she didn't feel a little shy and flustered.

"Young Master Yang...... I am...... The slave family was entrusted by Guo Ergongzi to come to prepare meals for his son. Guo Ergongzi couldn't come for a while, so Bao'er took the liberty to disturb him. ”

"Huh?" Yang Qing was very surprised, "It turns out that the master Zhong Tao said is Miss Bao'er." It's really a master who doesn't show up, thank you so much! Yang Qing really didn't know that Miss Bao'er was still proficient in this way. ”

Speaking of the back, Yang Qing's voice was obviously an octave higher. Qin Juan, who was outside the door, pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice: "Do you need to be so loud......

Xiang'er pulled Qin Juan's sleeve: "Sister, it turns out that Miss Bao'er is here to prepare meals for her husband, we misunderstood." ”

Qin Juan snorted lightly in her nose: "Who knows if it's true." You also said, why didn't I see you tell me about this Bao'er before, and the husband said that you and he have known this Bao'er for a long time, right? Little girl, I'll settle accounts with you when I get back! ”

Xiang'er stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to make any more noise. Qin Juan glanced at her with satisfaction, and continued to eavesdrop seriously, after all, it was related to Yang Qing's physical health, and she was still very concerned.

"Childe is too famous, Bao'er just learned a little bit from her mother since she was a child. I heard that Childe was accidentally injured a few days ago and has not recovered for a long time......"

Qin Juan turned to Xiang'er: "Listen, listen!" This Bao'er just learned a little bit about it! ”

Xiang'er looked at Qin Juan helplessly and automatically filtered this sentence.

"Why don't you let Bao'er examine Childe first, and then decide how to prepare meals for Childe?" The atmosphere is getting more and more awkward, and Bao'er wants to hurry up and leave.

"Still need a consultation? Oh, good. Miss Boa, please! Yang Qing was sitting precariously, his eyes glancing at the door from time to time.

People in the world despise Mongolian doctors, and even use "Mongolian doctors" to demean those with low medical skills, which is actually very unfair. Mongolian medicine, which evolved from shamanic witchcraft, actually has many similarities with traditional Chinese medicine, but because of its mysterious behavior, many medicinal techniques are not understood by the Han people, resulting in a bad reputation. At first, the term "Mongolian doctor" did not refer to doctors from the Mongolian steppe, but rather a collective derogatory term for traditional Eastern medicine, including traditional Chinese medicine.

When Bao'er was a child, she studied the witch doctor of the great shaman of the clan, and although she was not proficient in medical science, she later combined her interests in diet and hobbies, and did have some experience in dietary conditioning after injury.

After carefully looking at Yang Qing's complexion, and asking for a pulse, Bao'er's heart was basically counted.

"Childe is seriously injured, and at the same time there are signs of poisoning, and the poison in his body has not been removed. You should take more red dates, oil rice, yuan meat and other qi-replenishing things, and at the same time eat some venison, mutton and other blood-replenishing mountain delicacies in moderation, plus a few herbs to detoxify and laxative, which is expected to be cured in a short period of time. "Bao'er has lived in Chang'an for a long time, and her understanding of traditional Chinese medicine is not shallow.

Qin Juan turned her head to the bell who had just rushed back and ordered, "Hear clearly?" Remember? ”

Xiang'er snickered: "Sister, you don't have to remember this little bit of fur, right?" ”

Qin Juan's face flushed: "It's okay to remember it, there is no harm in it." ”

Yang Qing pondered roughly, and immediately understood that people really had a way, and immediately said gratefully: "Thank you Miss Bao'er!" ”

Bao'er smiled faintly: "With a gesture, the son doesn't have to take it to heart." I can't cook these for Childe myself, so I'll write them down, and I ask Childe to hand them over to Mrs. Zun or the kitchen when the time comes, and just mix them according to the law. Please borrow pen and ink. ”

"Xiao Zhuang! Grab the pen and ink! Yang Qing shouted at the door, and then smiled at Bao'er, "Thank you for your hard work, please drink tea." ”

Bao'er's big eyes stared at Yang Qing for a while, and she didn't know what she was thinking, so she said lightly for a long time: "Thank you." ”

Outside the door, Qin Juan grabbed Xiao Zhuang who was holding the four treasures of the study: "I'll come." Then he glared at the two ass-worms, "Come in with me!" Don't talk nonsense! ”

Yang Qing saw his wife walk in with pen and ink in person, and stood up in shock: "Juan'er, what are you?" ”

Qin Juan gently placed the thing in front of Bao'er and smiled charmingly: "This is Sister Bao'er, right?" I heard my husband mention it many times, and I finally saw it today, and I was born Peugeot! ”

Yang Qing's face was faintly smoky, and the sweat was about to come down, when did I say that she was Peugeot!

Bao'er stood up suspiciously and turned to Yang Qing: "Who is this ......?" ”

Yang Qing stammered a little: "Hehe, hehe...... This is...... Clumsy...... Clumsy. ”

Qin Juan affectionately took Bao'er's hand: "My name is Qin Juan, if my sister doesn't dislike it, just call me Sister Juan." ”

Yang Qing looked at his wife in amazement, dumbfounded.

Bao'er obviously didn't expect that the first meeting with Yang Qing's wife would be like this, and she was a little at a loss for a while.

"Oh...... Younger sister...... Sister Juan: Hello. I...... I'd better write the recipe first. ”

"Okay, then there's Sister Lao." Qin Juan elegantly rolled up her sleeves, laid out the printed paper, dipped her pen in ink, and handed it to Bao'er.

Bao'er wrote a meal recipe restlessly, and Yang Qing stared at Qin Juan as if she had discovered a new world.

There was a moment of silence in the room. Qin Juan, who was standing beside Bao'er, rolled her eyes and said to Yang Qing silently: "Speak!" Then he glanced at Bao'er out of the corner of his eye.

"That...... Miss Boa...... I heard you're going to open a new restaurant in the west of the city? Congratulations! Yang Qing comprehended the spirit and began to find a topic.

"Yes, thank you, Childe." Bao'er didn't raise her head, and worked hard to write.

"Is there anything you need to work on?" Yang Qing thought that this time people came to help, and it was best to help others.

"Childe has a heart." Bao'er had already written several dietary recipes and corresponding cooking methods in an instant, and handed them to Qin Juan after checking them once, "My sister can cook according to this method, and the results will be seen in less than a month." ”

"Thank you, sister." Qin Juan carefully dried the ink, handed it to the bell behind her, and when she looked at Bao'er again, her eyes were already a little more grateful, "Sister, please sit down for a while, I'll go and tell the kitchen to make some delicious comfort for my sister." ”

Bao'er hurriedly said, "Don't bother! I'm going to take my leave. ”

Qin Juan held Bao'er angrily: "How can that be?" Not to mention that Bao'er has helped my husband so much, just because my sister and I hit it off at first sight, my sister should also stay and talk to me. I still want to worship my sister Jin Lan! ”

"Huh!?" Everyone else in the room spoke in unison.