Marry a rough man!I became the stepmother of the soft and cute dumpling

Chapter 22
Da Wu was sent by himself to buy medicines in other villages, Rong Niang and the three Guo family sisters were busy with the embroidery workshop and moved out of the medical clinic, An Xiaoxiao lay down at the table bored in every possible way, feeling empty in her heart.

"Ah! So boring!" The medicinal materials in the space were counted over and over again, and even the medical books were almost torn apart. An Xiaoxiao, who really had nothing to do, could only wander around the museum like a street runner. Come and stroll.

"Miss An, it's really impossible, you can go to the second floor to rest." The man who had been blocked countless times couldn't bear it anymore, and holding a medicine jar, he said euphemistically: "Brother Da Wu put some scriptures upstairs, why don't you go up and look through them? "

To coax the children.An Xiaoxiao was upset inside, but her face was still kind. She nodded with a smile, and lifted her skirt to make way for the guy.

"Brother, how many articles are we missing?" An Shuyue looked at the prescriptions on the table sideways, biting the tip of her pen with a painful expression on her face.

"After memorizing this article, there are still fifteen chapters left." An Yuce tidied up the silent prescriptions and put them aside.

An Xiaoxiao had nothing to do these days, so she began to frantically grab two small silent prescriptions.An Yuce can still get used to it, but An Shuyue suffers a lot. Before, she was used to living a life of reading scripts and listening to stories around a few aunts every day, and she went back to such a hard life all of a sudden. An Shuyue wanted to cry. tears.

"Come, come, stop writing, come down and try your mother's handicraft."

A mellow fragrance wafted from the first floor, An Shuyue ran to the corridor to look down, and saw An Xiaoxiao brought a casserole from the backyard and put it on the table, and the pot was filled with medicinal materials.

"Miss An, what is this?" The man who was also attracted by the fragrance looked around.

"My aunt has newly developed a medicinal diet that nourishes yin and nourishes yang, dispels the cold and warms the blood. Come and taste it." An Xiaoxiaosheng distributed a few small bowls to everyone, and looked up to see An Shuyue spying on the little girl at the entrance of the corridor. Head, smiled and waved to her, "Quickly ask my brother to come down and have a taste."

The soup noodles are mellow and not greasy, supplemented with the fragrance of medicinal materials, the soup warms up the whole body.

An Shuyue drank three bowls in one go and said it was delicious.Even An Yuce, who was never greedy, couldn't help filling another bowl.

An Xiaoxiao looked at the enjoyment expressions of everyone with a face full of satisfaction, and became more and more confident in tomorrow's plan.

Early in the morning, the medical center set up a long table next to the door. There were several small stoves on the table, and a casserole was placed on each stove to cook something. The wooden sign next to it read "ten yuan for a bowl, three bowls for 25 yuan."

People come and go on the street, the casserole is simmering on a small fire, steaming, and passers-by glance at it from time to time, fresh and curious.

"Miss An, I didn't sell a single bowl this morning." At noon, the clerk ran back to the counter listlessly, frustrated.

"It's okay." An Xiaoxiao seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago, she didn't care, and said, "Pour out all the preparations made this morning, and if someone grabs the medicine in the afternoon, I will give you a free bowl."

"Remember, only one bowl per person. Don't accept the table at the door, and continue to sell new ones in the afternoon."

"Auntie, a bowl of ten Wen."

"Don't worry, everyone has it."

An Xiaoxiao's trick really worked. Just after noon, there were crowds of villagers in front of the clinic. Everyone held a tile bowl and crowded at the door waiting for the waiter to distribute the soup and medicine.

"God, Mrs. An." The little guy was busy going in and out all afternoon, and finally had to rest for a while after closing time. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and said to An Xiaoxiao with a rosy face: "No more than two At that time, all the goods prepared in the back kitchen will be sold out."

An Xiaoxiao smiled without saying a word, and walked into the backyard humming a little tune behind her back.

The next day, before the tables of the pharmacy were opened, there was a long queue in front of the medical hall. The young man took several deep breaths behind the door before he dared to open the wooden door to start business.

All of a sudden, the trend of nourishing herbal meals became popular in Daoxiang Village. Some people even wanted to secretly bribe the shop assistants to get the recipes of herbal meals. An Xiaoxiao was not stingy, and directly posted the recipes in front of the medical center with a wave of her hand.

After delivering the prescriptions, the business of the clinic began to plummet. An Xiaoxiao was not in a hurry, and still opened regular meals, following the old rules, selling as soon as someone bought it, and giving free gifts to villagers who came to the clinic to get medicine for treatment.

At the beginning, the villagers tried to cook it fresh, but after a while they discovered a strange phenomenon.The medicated food made at home is either too strong in taste and bitter in taste, or too strong in oily smell.Everyone thought of many ways but failed to solve it, and soon gave up the research, and obediently ran to the entrance of the medical hall to line up.

The guy who had been in a hurry for several days because of his business was secretly relieved when he saw this situation.

"Miss An, what my mother-in-law makes tastes different from the ones made in our medical clinic." The young man had a strange expression on his face after finishing the leftover medicinal food sold in the restaurant.

An Xiaoxiao patted him on the shoulder with a childish face, and left with a sigh.

For medicated diet, medicinal materials, heat, and time must be carefully controlled. If there is a problem in any link, the taste will shift. Except for medical clinics that have the conditions to send people to keep watching the stove, ordinary people will give you such patience.

Return my mother-in-law.Your mother-in-law will do it for you, there are so many demands.An Xiaoxiao walked alone in the backyard, feeling sour in her heart.

"Which one is An Xiaoxiao? Get out and see my uncle." The wooden table at the door fell to the ground with a bang, and the casserole and tile bowl hit the ground, and the splashed debris could barely brush the skirt of the woman next to her, making the woman's complexion pale and sharp. call out.

"My lord, why are you so angry?" The new guy had never seen this battle before, so he could only nod his head and wipe his sweat, and said with a forced smile, "Why don't you go in and sit down first, we can discuss everything."

"I asked who is An Xiaoxiao." There was another loud noise, and the wooden door of the medical hall was kicked and slammed. The man looked at the panicked crowd triumphantly, and swaggered in. It's over."

"Oh? What's the matter at the stall?" A calm female voice sounded from the door, and the young man looked relaxed as if he had found a backbone, and hurried over, "Miss An."

"Clean up the door." An Xiaoxiao ignored the mess all over the floor, whispered a few words to the buddy, raised her skirt and stepped over the debris, and stood directly in front of the man, "What's the matter?"

"You are An Xiaoxiao?" The man looked up and down without restraint, with contempt in his eyes, "I am some kind of god, a country woman."

An Xiaoxiao's face was expressionless, and she repeated with emphasis: "What's going on at the stall?"

With a "snap", the medicine bag rubbed against An Xiaoxiao's cheek and was smashed to the ground. An Xiaoxiao didn't change her face, she bent down to pick up the medicine bag, and picked up the thin prescription.

"My eldest brother died from drinking your prescription, how will this be settled?" The man stepped on the wooden bench with his left foot straight, stretched out five fingers, and showed a malicious smile on his face: "Give me this amount, this is enough." It's over."

"If not," the man snorted, knocked over the teacup on the table with a wave of his hand, and said with a twisted mouth, "The field at the entrance of the medical center is really big, just big enough to bury my brother."

(End of this chapter)