Fairy Doctor

Chapter 650 Let's go
Chapter 650 Let's go
"Let's go." Lin Yu turned around and glanced at Song Wenwen, then apologized to all the old Chinese doctors present.

"Xiao Lin, please leave a contact information. Talents as young as you with such good medical skills are really rare. We Chinese medicine practitioners really need you." He Zhen stepped forward and said.

"Mr. He is too much." Lin Yu smiled, left his contact information, and then left with Mr. Yang.

Chen Family Tai Chi Gate.

As more and more people pay attention to health preservation, exercise, and their own physical fitness, there are more and more martial arts gyms in Suzhou and Hangzhou. Taekwondo was once all the rage, but after the novelty, everyone is obsessed with it Learned Chinese traditional martial arts.

Taijimen settled here not too long ago. When Mr. Yang was young, he worshiped the Taijimen of the Chen family as his teacher. After leaving his teacher, he has been wandering in the rivers and lakes. Later, he came to Suzhou and Hangzhou, where he joined the Wushu Association of Suzhou and Hangzhou. Here, it was not until the rise of martial arts that he founded Taijitang.

The decoration of the Tai Chi Hall is very elegant and classical, and there is a strong sense of antiquity at the entrance. Mr. Yang led Lin Yu and Song Wenwen all the way to the back hall.

There is a not too small courtyard in the back hall of Taiji Gate. In the courtyard, there are wooden stakes for daily practice, some huge stones, and a row of weapon racks, on which are placed [-] kinds of classical Chinese weapons.

But Mr. Yang brought Lin Yu and Song Wenwen to a corner of the yard, where there was a small stove. Although the place was very simple, the stove was very clean.

This is a stove used for burning fire in rural areas in the 90s. The stove is covered with white tiles and looks very clean. There is a stack of spotless porcelain bowls next to it, and a clean rag is hung on the wall on one side.

"It's time for dinner now, hehe, I'll cook a meal for you." Old Yang said with a chuckle.

"Let me help." Lin Yu didn't understand what he meant, so he stepped forward and wrote.

"Okay, let's chop the firewood." Old Yang pointed to one side.

I saw a row of firewood on the ground, stacked neatly, and there was an ax next to it. It seemed that this ax had been around for some years. The handle of the ax was polished and smooth, and it was very smooth to hold.

Lin Yu erected a wooden stake, and he chopped it down with an axe. With a click, the wooden stake as thick as an arm was separated from it by him. Then he picked up half of the wood and carefully split it again.

Lin Yu split the wood very carefully, splitting the wood into small and fragmented sticks, which were easier to burn.

When Lin Yu was chopping firewood, Mr. Yang had already started to wash the rice. A not too big aluminum alloy basin contained more than half of the rice in it. He carefully picked out the impurities in the rice. After dipping into the water once, he gently stirred the water with his right hand.

I saw that the whole basin of water began to turn, and the speed of the water turned faster and faster. The rice grains turned counterclockwise with the water, which seemed very powerful.

Lin Yu looked at the water and rice in the basin quietly. He seemed to have touched something, but he didn't know what he understood for a while.

At this moment, Mr. Yang patted the basin with his right hand, and the water that was spinning rapidly quieted down instantly. He poured out the water in the basin slowly, then opened the pot, added water and rice, covered the lid, and lit the fire.

"Cooking is also an art." While adding firewood to the fire, Mr. Yang said leisurely: "A pot of rice looks very simple, and many people know it, but the taste, the degree of softness and hardness of the rice and the Whether it is fragrant or not is different."

"It is a challenge to make a pot of rice that is different from others. It is your success to make something different out of ordinary things." Mr. Yang said while flipping the lid to prevent the inside of the pot. The soup overflowed from all around.

Lin Yu nodded half-understood, watching Mr. Yang cooking, he had a strange feeling.

Mr. Yang is well versed in the principles of Tai Chi. He cooks rice gently and carefully. Every once in a while, he will open the lid, stir it with a long time child, and then put the lid back on.

Lin Yu never thought that cooking a pot of rice by himself would be so patient. If it was him, he would probably plug in the rice cooker and forget about it.

Half an hour later, a pot of steaming rice finally came out.

The moment Mr. Yang opened the lid of the pot, both Lin Yu and Song Wenwen's spirits shook uncontrollably. The fragrance was really too fragrant. This pot of rice didn't seem to be the rice that should be in the world. It was special rice. The fragrance makes people feel like they can't wait to taste it.

Take it out of the pot, put it in the pot, this pot of rice is very well cooked, the rice grains are very loose, not sticky or hard, and the mouth is fragrant and glutinous. The fragrance makes people feel that the rice fragrance is lingering for three days...

"Old man... tell me, how did you make this pot of rice?" Song Wenwen only took a bite, and she was stunned by the aroma of the rice.

Really, she has never eaten such delicious rice.

She is very particular about food. In the past, when she ate food, she had to look at the color, aroma, and taste of the food. She also carefully consulted the chef about the cooking process and kept records. In fact, besides art, she also prefers cooking. , she felt that being able to immerse herself in the aroma of the food she cooked was a kind of enjoyment in itself.

But she had never eaten such delicious rice, and she never thought that one day, she would eat a bowl of plain rice with such relish.

"I have been cooking this pot of rice for decades. Hehe, my master is Chen Tiancheng of Chen Style Tai Chi. The authentic Chen Style Tai Chi is generally not known to outsiders, but at the beginning, I used This pot of rice conquered Master and his elders."

When mentioning this, Mr. Yang was in a very good mood. He was very confident in the pot of rice he cooked, because he cooked this pot of rice with his heart. After many years, he still likes to cook with firewood. Rice, because this is no longer a pot of ordinary rice, it is a feeling.

Since the first bite of rice, Lin Yu was stunned. He felt that he had never eaten such delicious rice. The first rice was very full and delicious. This crystal grain of rice was simply delicious. Pearls one by one, at this moment, it seemed as if something exploded in his body, which made him stay on the spot involuntarily, quietly feeling the explosion of something in his body.

"How, did you come up with something?" Seeing Lin Yu's appearance on the spot, Mr. Yang smiled involuntarily.

"It seems to understand something, but it's still a little bit late." Lin Yu nodded and said, "Just a little bit."

(End of this chapter)