For several days, Han Chuan went back and forth in the house, Shanyaotang, and the Eastern Suburbs Market, first going to the Eastern Suburbs Market to touch the ingredients, and then going to the Good Medicine Hall to get new medicines, and then going back to the house to boil medicine, feeding Xiaoshuang'er to take medicine, followed by developing recipes and making dishes to try dishes.

Han Chuan cut the hoof sent by Boss Jia into small pieces, took two small pieces every day, put them into the cold water well, and then changed the water, added small grains of rock sugar, wolfberries, and fresh almonds, put them in a small pot of purple sand and boiled for two hours, and helped Xiaoshuanger to drink.

Almond pig's trotter soup is the most suitable for clearing the lungs and nourishing qi, warming and replenishing rest.

In fact, making rock sugar pear cups also has the same effect, but Han Chuan can't get over the hurdle of rock sugar pears.

When I think of rock sugar pears, my chest hurts.

The pain is so painful that the soothing pills can't relieve it.

The old man said that the birthmark in the shape of a scar on his body indicates that he was stabbed to death with a knife in his previous life. If you are born with a red mark on your neck, you will be strangled in your last life.

All in all, a person with a strange birthmark in this life will not die well in the previous life.

After hearing this, Han Chuan selfishly felt that Xu Yi and Rock Sugar Sydney should be the birthmarks of her previous life.

Just thinking about these two things will cause heart palpitations.

Fortunately, in this world, there are not only things like rock sugar and pears that can clear the lungs and relieve coughs.

Just like in this world, there is not only one man.

After boiling medicine for four or five days in a row, the house was filled with the smell of bitterness.

Han Chuan lost a lot of weight, and he could wrap his wrists around his little finger and thumb, and when he touched the sides of his body in the bath, he could clearly feel a few long ribs.

It's so tiring.

But this is tiring and happy.

The house is your own, the silver is your own, and the days are your own.

She can live as she wants, extremely happy, what is it to be tired?

Perhaps it is that Imperial Physician Hu's prescription is well prescribed, or the medicinal materials of Shanyaotang have good curative effects, or perhaps the almond pig's trotter soup containing chuan has a miraculous effect.

With a three-pronged approach, Xiao Shuang'er is getting better and better day by day, and the fever is gradually receding, and as soon as she wakes up, she takes Han Chuan's hand and cries while thanking her, crying heartbreakingly.

After eating a small stir-fried yellow beef made with Chuan, Xiao Shuang'er's heart-rending tears turned into tears of joy.

"The eldest lady of my hometown said that if you don't die in a big disaster, you will be blessed!"

Xiao Shuang'er sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes full of tears and eyes full of the dish of fried yellow beef, "The original blessing should be here!" Thank you for buying it! Thank you for giving your son meat! If you are good, you must make more efforts, you can carry 50 catties of rice, and you will never be lazy to carry 30 catties! ”

Han Chuan felt privately that Xiao Shuang'er's gratitude to her after eating the fried yellow beef suddenly became so overflowing... So warm and rich...

I don't know if I'm thanking her, or thanking the fried yellow beef...

During this period, Imperial Doctor Hu came to the door alone for follow-up, brushed his beard, put his fingers on Xiao Shuang'er's pulse, but his eyes seemed to be looking up and down.

I first asked Xiao Shuang'er about her current situation, and after turning around, she turned the topic to Han Chuan, "I heard Master Bai say that He Niangzi is from Qingzhou, Shandong?" ”

Han Chuan nodded and pulled the topic back, "Are Shuang'er better?" I noticed that I didn't cough much at night? ”

Imperial Physician Hu nodded, "It's better, it's better, the pulse is much more stable..."

Turning the topic elsewhere, "Is there no one at home?" How can you get it back and stay in Beijing? Did you have any contact with your family in Qingzhou before you were released? Did you ever write a letter to your family in the palace? ”

How is it like checking the household registration..

Han Chuan's heart tightened.

Isn't it Hu Wenhe who discovered the clues of her family? Do you want to send her back to Qingzhou?

？？？

So why did she work so hard to buy such a house in Beijing?

The family who ruthlessly sold her at the age of five into the deep alley of the palace, and the family who has never asked someone to bring her a stitch in the palace for nearly ten years, can it be a fuel-efficient lamp?

The candle flame burst into flames, and in Han Chuan's eyes, it was her beautiful vision of standing on her own and feeding the whole family without starvation, which was shattered.

Han Chuan vigilantly organized his words, "I have also written to the original address in the palace, but I have never replied. When he was released, Jing Zhaoyin and the political envoy had both visited him. ”

"As you know, Lord Hu has a cautious temperament and is careful in handling things, and the verification of his son out of the palace is the hand of Lord Hu, if there is a problem, doesn't it mean that Lord Hu has done a detailed and untruthful job? At the beginning, Mr. Hu took care of his son, and I think it was also a kind act of concern that his son was helpless in Beijing. ”

Han Chuan decisively threw the pot to Hu Wenhe.

Listening to it in the ears of Imperial Physician Hu became-"..... The child's exit from the palace verification is the hand of Master Hu... Master Hu takes care of his children...."

The other sentences were omitted directly, and the old man could only hear the core sentences.

The old man's hands trembled.

These two people are still old acquaintances, and they have a deep relationship?

Mrs. Hu deflated her white hair and beard, this matter is a little difficult to do.

You must cut through the mess with a quick knife and break the love thread with a sword!

The old man's heart is ever-changing, and he doesn't know it.

Han Chuan is in full swing to promote the listing of "Shixian" restaurants.

After another three or four days, the little twin children became vigorous and proactive, with work in their eyes and things in their hands.

Help Han Chuan to dig well water, remove snow and weeds, clean up the house, the action is clean and clean, and the strength is great!

Han Chuan was born in the dining room "Lian Jiazi", and she has never been afraid of anyone compared to her strength in the girl.

But when Han Chuan saw Xiao Shuang'er easily lift the stone mortar of Chungmi, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Outside the mountain, the green mountain building is outside the building, and a mountain is higher than a mountain.

This stone mortar weighs fifty or sixty pounds, right?

Han Chuan is afraid that the stone mortar will crush the thin arms of the little Shuang'er like chickens!

With more little Shuang'er, things in the house are much easier.

Han Chuan still had five taels of silver left in his hand, and it cost one or seven taels of silver to ask Xiao Shuang'er for a consultation and catch medicine, which was the result of shortening Imperial Doctor Hu's visit fee and the labor fee of Shanyaotang's medicine grinding.

Han Chun should buy dishes and chopsticks, wooden tables, chairs and stools within the scope of five taels of silver... Refurbishment of walls, floors... I also have to buy ingredients, spices, pots and pans...

It's simply an impossible task.

On the eighth day of the lunar month, the Laba Festival.

This is the day that Grandpa Bai circled.

It is said that if you miss this opening day, Han Chuan's restaurant business will definitely collapse, make more money than spending, and finally go to the abyss of bankruptcy.

Hey, in the palace, Han Chuan hasn't found out that this little old man is so superstitious.

Laba, Han Chuan got up early in the morning, turned out of the snack stall, took the little Shuang'er, and re-embarked on the journey of Broad Street.

As soon as the "Shi Xian" stall appeared, Zhang Sanlang, who was eating with the tip of the jade noodles, instantly appeared on Han Chuan's side, his tone was mournful, full of accusations against the negative little lady.

"You still know it's back!"