Chapter 122: A Question

At half past six in the evening, the meal was served.

Fried potato chips, stewed noodles with beans, stir-fried cabbage.

And a pot of rice.

The captain's daughter-in-law gave them a lot of food, enough for them to eat for three days.

"So rich!" Zhang Hongfang came over with dishes and chopsticks and exclaimed: "No meat can be so fragrant, Xinxin, your craftsmanship is amazing." ”

Lu Zhengxin laughed and said frankly: "It's a lot of oil, so it's fragrant." ”

This oil was sent by the captain's daughter-in-law, and the team also planted rapeseed and had its own oil mill, so that every household could get a certain amount of oil.

The captain's daughter-in-law gave her ten days of oil, she was not sure when she put the oil just now, and when it came to a little bit, she felt that it was not enough, and added a little, and felt that it was still not enough, and added a little more, and then it was more.

She had never been so extravagant at home, but thinking that this was their first meal, Yu Yue also persuaded her, so she didn't serve it.

"It's just a bit of a luxury." Zhang Hongfang remembered her family a few years ago: "At that time, my family didn't put oil in cooking, and I could eat it by stir-frying or boiling it casually." ”

Yu Yue has rarely lacked food and clothing in her two lives, but she has also observed that the amount of oil must be restrained.

After washing their hands, the girls took the dishes and chopsticks to serve the rice.

Zhang Hongfang knew Lu Zhengxin's amount of food, and pressed it firmly for her, so she came over with a bowl.

Don't blame her for pressing, this bowl is very small, even if their meal is not large, they can't eat a few bites, her and Yu Yue's meal is really small, Yu Yue is health, she is because of habit.

Yu Yue was a little embarrassed to see Lu Zhengxin holding the bowl, and smiled, "You gave a lot of food stamps, don't worry." ”

Lu Zhengxin: "......"

Co-authored with a rice bucket for her.

After a day of driving, I ate dry food at noon, and I was already hungry, and no one spoke for a while, so I buried my head in eating.

Zhang Hongfang put the last grain of rice in the bowl into her mouth and praised vigorously: "Xinxin, your cooking skills are okay?" Whoever marries you in the future is really a great merit. ”

In this era, there is a shortage of oil and food, and there are even fewer seasonings, and the last time I ate such a delicious meal was the craftsmanship of Yu Yue's lover, Lu Zhengxin is not to say that it is better than Yu Yue's lover, but it is almost the same.

After speaking, she smiled and looked like Yu Yue.

Yu Yue was a little embarrassed by her, took a mouthful of food and put it in her mouth, and muttered: "This is really impossible, I don't have this talent by nature, but if you want to eat medicinal food, I will do well." ”

"Okay, okay, I just think you are blessed to be able to eat Comrade Lou's craftsmanship every day." Zhang Hongfang hurriedly said, for fear that it would be too late, Yu Yuezhen made medicinal food for her.

If she is not sick or sick, she can't be like Yu Yue.

The meal was made by Lu Zhengxin, Yu Yue didn't let her wash the dishes, and in the end, Zhang Hongfang was left to accompany her in the kitchen.

Yu Yue finished wiping the table and hurriedly went back to the house to pack her luggage.

Laying out the futon, the two beds of luggage next to her were only a thin layer of mattress, she shook the quilt and climbed down the kang.

When she went out and saw Lu Zhengxin, she pointed to the house, "Your luggage is too thin, burn the kang for a while, don't burn it too hot, you can be more comfortable tonight." ”

If it's too hot, I guess I won't be able to sleep tonight and just turn over.

Lu Zhengxin rubbed his arms, looked up at the sky, and nodded with a smile, "Don't say it, the temperature of the production team is lower than that in the city, listen to your burning kang, I'll do this work, I often burn at home." ”

Yu Yue really didn't have this technique, and she didn't rush to do it, "Okay, how much firewood you want to use, I'll get it." ”

"No, I'll do it myself." Yu Yue's thin skin and tender meat, she was reluctant to let her do it.

Lu Zhengxin reported a handful of firewood to burn the kang, Zhang Hongfang cleaned up the kitchen and came out, saw Yu Yue, and pointed to the kitchen, "Is Xiaoyue going to take a bath?" There's hot water in the pot, but there's no bathtub, so you can make do with it. ”

"Well, wait."

The Erdaohe production team is a production team with slightly better surrounding conditions, because of the trees on the mountain and the plain in the distance to grow rape flowers, and a few production teams next door set up an oil factory, which is also the first to pull the wire.

There is no separate place to bathe in the health center, and there is only a yard to wash.

In the end, it was not a familiar environment, Yu Yue was afraid that people would see it, so she finally went to the kitchen with a basin and scrubbed it directly in the kitchen.

After she finished washing, she washed the wooden basin and added cold water to the pot to make sure that the two of them could wash it, and then went back to the room.

Pulling her notebook out of her duffle bag, she began to rummage through previous case notes.

Since coming to Northwest College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, she has used up a lot of notebooks, and it is also because the teacher has the habit of writing things down, and she will write down everything she sees about medicine.

There are exchanges between seniors on case arguments at seminars, and there are also knowledge excerpts from medical books, and I have gained insights after the treatment of cases that I have been exposed to in my previous life.

I thought that the notebook might not have been brought, but after rummaging for a long time, she found it, and her face was full of joy.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with the notebook on her lap, she opened it to read.

She was fascinated by it, saw a new idea, took out a pen from her duffel bag, she lay on the edge of the bed, put the notebook on the bed, and rubbed the tip of the pen against the page—

How to make integrative medicine more acceptable?

Writing this, she suddenly stopped writing, her delicate eyebrows tightened, and she obviously couldn't think of a solution later.

Sighing, she put away her pen and looked at the line in a daze.