The old man shook the cigarette pouch in his hand at will, walked into the crowd, and didn't even look at the person who spoke before, "Fang Zi was left by Sikong Nan, yes, but there is someone else who does this."

"Who? Who is it? ”

"The prescription that can take the doctor must be a famous doctor from the Tai Hospital"

"Not necessarily, if the hospital could treat it, wouldn't it have been cured a long time ago? It's going to take so many years."

The people around each guessed, the old man heard them mention the names of many people, but none of them guessed what they really wanted to say, and at this time, some people also noticed that the old man did not answer, that is, it means that none of these people present guessed correctly, so they asked: "Does the old man know that it is the famous doctor?" ”

"Of course I know," the old man paused for a moment, as if he wanted to sell it.

"Just say it if you know, don't whet our appetites," said someone in the crowd impatiently.

The old man turned the cigarette pouch in his hand and said, "Although the person who cured the eleventh prince's illness is a celebrity, he is not a doctor, but a chef."

"A famous chef?" Hearing the old man's words, the surrounding crowd of onlookers burst into laughter.

"Old man, are you confused? If you say that everyone else is fine, but you can say that you are a chef, and you are still famous."

"I've lived in this city for more than 30 years, and I've never heard of a famous chef."

"Really, I really thought he would know"

There was also a discussion on the topic of the elderly, "A famous chef? Isn't the chef the cook? How famous can they be for cooking? ”

"Wait, I think I've heard of such a person," someone suddenly thought of the key person, interrupting the discussion of others.

Hearing someone say that there is really such a person, the people around him stopped discussing and looked at this side, and the person who said this looked at the old man and said in an inquiring tone: "What the old man said was the chef Oiran in Yilan Building on Flower Street before, Xia Huamian?" ”

Someone finally guessed her, and the old man nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, it's the chef Oiran."

At this time, in the convoy outside the city, Hua Mian sneezed loudly, Xiao Cui saw this and hurriedly took out the blanket from the box on the side and handed it over, "I just set off, Sister Hua Mian don't catch a cold."

Hua Mian took the blanket and draped it over her shoulders, and at the same time felt it herself, and there were no symptoms of dizziness and chills, "I don't think it's a cold, maybe someone is talking bad about me."

Xiaocui smiled and said: "Sister is really joking, how can anyone be said to have such a reaction, if this is the case, I used to be told by Aunt Juan every day, isn't it a long time ago."

Hua Mian thought that Xiao Cui had a point, but he had just gone out and was not sick on the road, wrapped the blanket tightly, took the hot tea handed by Xiao Cui and drank it.

"But the Oiran is only the chef, and he has nothing to do with the eight poles of healing," said one of the onlookers to the old man.

"It's true that Chef Xia doesn't know how to heal, but she proposed the homology of medicine and food, and used food to cure diseases."

"Can food still heal? This is something that has never been heard of before."

"But that Oiran girl's cooking skills really have nothing to say, and she doesn't eat less snacks during the Lanqiu Festival", someone mentioned the dishes made by Huamian at the Lanqiu Festival, and there was a chorus of voices around.

"That's right, that's right, Chef Xia not only cooks delicious dishes, but also sets the price flat, even ordinary people like us have the opportunity to eat"