Hengqiao was very puzzled, she remembered that Liu Qian came here last night to ask for the recipe, and soon understood, Wang Liu's eyes were red, and she was ready to set up a stall to sell porridge.

She smiled faintly, this woman thought that after peeking here for a few days, she would be able to stand up for the façade alone.

Liu Yumei also got up, she leaned to the window to take a look, and said angrily: "It's really pink eye." ”

"She learns the technology well, that's okay, the medicinal diet industry, I will always carry it forward in the future, I am worried that she will not become an anti-dog, and it will disrupt the market."

"Not really."

"Leave her alone, let's do ours."

Hengqiao didn't change her clothes and was ready to start work, Liu Yumei's face was full of gloom, as if the bright future had suddenly fallen into darkness again.

"Mom, you washed these two pieces of Codonopsis and Astragalus, and boiled a small pot of lotus seeds, Astragalus and barley porridge."

"What is the effect of this?" Liu Yumei asked.

"The white lotus lily meat porridge in the cauldron is not suitable for people with spleen deficiency, this is to replenish the middle and invigorate qi, strengthen the spleen and dispel dampness, and is suitable for people with chronic enteritis and weak spleen and stomach." Hengqiao replied to her.

While washing the astragalus, Liu Yumei asked, "Do we still have to ask customers one by one?" ”

Heng Qiao smiled: "According to my visual inspection in the past few days, I can basically determine which people are suitable for which porridge, because everyone's physical symptoms are actually written on the face, and I can be sure if I narrow down the scope and take the pulse, so why Chinese medicine is expected to smell and ask, this is the truth." ”

Liu Yumei glanced at her with disgust: "You don't talk so much, you have read a few books, and you dare to pretend to be an old Chinese medicine doctor, be careful of others suing you." ”

Hengqiao really wanted to tell her that she was not only a famous Chinese medicine heir now, but also a top student of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, but she was worried that Liu Yumei would be scared by saying this.

"You can just do what I say, don't worry, I'm just making health porridge, and I don't prescribe medicine, this is not illegal." She laughs.

Liu Yumei did as she said, washed a handful of rice, grabbed barley, and then wrapped some astragalus and codonopsis in gauze. She put water in the pot, put the medicine bag in it and boiled, change the heat to low and boil slowly, add the barley lotus seeds, cook until cooked thoroughly, add the rice, stir well, and cook until the porridge is thick.

When the day dawned, the porridge and steamed buns from Hengqiao came out, and the villagers in the village also came out one after another.

After a few days of business, because of the good reputation, the villagers on the other side of the river also crossed the bridge to buy breakfast. The first villager to run over today is the wife of the butcher, Aunt Ding is very fat, wearing tight and bodybuilding trousers, like Lu Xun's compass.

She walked fast, the fat on her face trembled, and she panted and reported: "Yumei, Sister Qiao, Wang Liuhong is setting up a stall over there, do you know?" ”

Liu Yumei replied: "We know. ”

Aunt Ding said: "She has a bowl of porridge for three cents, and she also cooks snail porridge, and she also makes steamed buns, which are also cheaper than you for a dime." ”

"It's okay, she sells hers, we buy ours." Heng Qiao replied with a smile.

The villagers in front of the stall couldn't sit still, and walked away in a sparse manner, and some of the remaining people began to hesitate and discuss.

"Qiaomei, you don't want to make too much money, I heard that you have only been in business for a few years, and you have earned a new bicycle, is this profit too big?"

"That's it, they're all neighbors, let's make it convenient, you have a little profit, don't make too much money."