Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 147 Chestnut and Longan Porridge

No matter how you describe it, Honggang Town is just a town.

Talent is limited.

When the guard saw this situation, he immediately leaned into the old chief's ear and whispered, "Chief, why don't you try it first? When we return to the military area, we will help you find someone."

Although he spoke in a low voice, Su Qingfeng's sharp ears accurately captured the content of his words.

He sighed inwardly.

This is really the age for success and the age for failure.

People look at me differently because I am young but have good cooking skills.

Being suspected and questioned is also because I am young but know a little about medicinal food.

However, Su Qingfeng's mentality was very stable.

Just think of it as face-slapping material.

The old leader looked at Su Qingfeng, then at the guard, his brows gradually relaxed, and he smiled and said, "Little comrade, I won't tell you any lies. My insomnia has been with me for most of my life." Lifetime."

"Before this, I saw many doctors and took a lot of medicine, but the condition kept coming back and forth. The reason why I didn't accept you before was because you were too young, and on the other hand... I also The reason for this troublesome problem.”

"You are still young, so don't put your reputation in my hands. Have you...really thought about it?"

No one expected that this old chief would say so much to Su Qingfeng.

In fact, it can be said to explain so much.

For normal people, it is simply an honor to be able to make medicinal meals for the old chief. Whether it is acceptance or rejection, the old chief does not need to explain so much.

A smile appeared on Su Qingfeng's face, half-jokingly, "Chief, have you forgotten? I am a chef. I make medicinal meals for you. Even if the effect is not good, it will not affect my ability to eat and make money."

When the old chief heard this, he couldn't help but laugh, "You little comrade..."

Su Qingfeng grinned and suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question, "Have you eaten?"

The chief answered subconsciously, "No, I ate a bowl of noodles in the afternoon and I still lost my appetite."

Su Qingfeng continued to talk. Every time it came to something he knew, he talked a lot, "You can't do this. I just said something to you at noon, and why did you forget it again? I don't read much, but I also I know a saying, that is, food is the most important thing for the people."

"Sometimes, even if you have no appetite, it is good to swallow a few more mouthfuls for the sake of your stomach. You are not young anymore, so you are too willful."

Hearing this, the guard next to him nodded sharply.

This little master is so right!
He didn't know how many times he tried to persuade him like this, but the old chief refused to listen. Now that the young master has said this, the old chief should take it seriously.

Su Qingfeng saw that the old chief looked helpless, "You little comrades are really becoming more and more courageous. My guards have told me many times, and now it's your turn..."

"That's not how approachable you are."

Su Qingfeng said and began to make arrangements, "Tonight, I will cook a bowl of chestnut and longan porridge. Let's try it for seven days to see the effect. Where is your ward? I will send it to you later."

In the crowd, an older doctor nodded slightly when he heard the name of this porridge, "This porridge is suitable for the symptoms. It just meets the symptoms of neurasthenia and sleep disorders."

Can it be wrong?
The system's mission introduction is clearly written out.

Before Su Qingfeng left, a weak voice suddenly came from behind, "Wait a minute."

When he looked back, Zhang Limin opened his eyes and then blinked at him.

The corner of Su Qingfeng's mouth twitched and he said angrily, "I know, I'll make a portion for you too."

After Zhang Limin heard the news about his success, he closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

To be honest, Zong Baoguo was quite looking forward to Su Qingfeng's medicinal diet.

But compared to the expectations of the guards around him for the efficacy of the medicine, what he was looking forward to was...the taste.

But listening to the nagging voices of the guards, Zong Baoguo still didn't express his thoughts.

When the guards were a little tired, he suddenly felt excited.

Steady footsteps could be heard in the corridor.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

The person who came in was indeed Su Qingfeng.

But unexpectedly, he brought two bowls of chestnut and longan porridge.

In this bowl of porridge, since there is no fresh longan, all packaged dried longan is used. This is still in stock in the hospital cafeteria, and it is not easy to buy it outside.

Although chestnuts are not available in Heilongjiang Province, they are abundant in Dandong, Liaoning Province. Finally, with the help of everyone in the hospital cafeteria, Su Qingfeng finally gathered the raw materials for making medicinal meals.

The doctor leaders in the hospital who were studying on the side finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

If we were making a medicinal diet and the hospital couldn't get the raw materials, how embarrassing would it be?
The guard on the side looked at the two bowls of chestnut and longan porridge with some surprise, "Do I have a share too?"

Su Qingfeng nodded, exchanged a few pleasantries, and saw that the old leader began to drink porridge. He stopped showing his presence and walked out slowly.

It was already late today, but luckily I took the time to call the village to check that everything was safe.

Tonight, I'm afraid I can only spend one night in the hospital.

As soon as Su Qingfeng walked out of the ward, there were doctors and nurses walking around outside, observing the old chief's physical condition after drinking the medicinal meal.

Su Qingfeng was a little helpless. These people were too cautious, for fear of something going wrong.

Medicinal diet is not medicine, how could it work so quickly?

Su Qingfeng shook his head and walked forward on his own. He did not forget to send a copy to Zhang Limin. Zhang Limin took care of himself in the past. This time it was his turn and he had to take care of himself.

When Su Qingfeng walked away, the old chief and the guards in the ward started arguing.

He really didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary bowl of chestnut and longan porridge could taste so delicious.

And I don’t know if it was the old chief’s illusion. He always felt that this small bowl of porridge seemed to contain some kind of magic power, or maybe it was his psychological suggestion. After drinking the bowl, he felt that his usually tense nerves were gone. Much more relaxed.

With this thought in mind, Zong Baoguo put down the bowl in his hand and turned to look at the guards.

The guard was still holding the bowl and drinking happily, but when Zong Baoguo looked over, he felt a chill in his back and realized something was wrong.

He turned his head warily and looked at Zong Baoguo, "Old chief... what are you..."

The old leader smiled and looked at the guards who had followed him for many years, "Xiao Wu, is this porridge... delicious?"

At this time, Wu Chaoying had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem. He nodded and said matter-of-factly, "It tastes good. Old chief, you said Comrade Xiao Su is so young, how can he have such good skills?"

"Not only is he good at cooking, but the medicinal food he makes is also delicious. Oh, old chief, why don't you think of a way to bring Comrade Xiao Su back to the military region! Yes! Our military region has many good seedlings, but... There is a shortage of such talent!”

The more he talked about it, the more excited Wu Chaoying became, and he felt more and more that this was the case.

He nodded fiercely and looked at Zong Baoguo expectantly.

Zong Baoguo was noncommittal about what he said, but he changed the topic and pretended to sigh, "This porridge is delicious, but there is something bad about it..."

Wu Chaoying was puzzled, "What's wrong?" Zong Baoguo said faintly: "I still want to drink after drinking it..."

When Wu Chaoying heard this, the smile on her face suddenly froze.

"Old chief, you..." His smile was a little bitter, and at the same time, he wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

If he had known this would happen, he might as well have finished drinking it earlier.

How could we end up in this dilemma?

But facing Zong Baoguo's gaze, he had to bite the bullet and hand over the chestnut and longan porridge in his hand.

Zong Baoguo took it calmly and drank it sweetly.

I just feel that today is the day I have eaten the most in the past three months.

So much so that after eating and washing, he felt a little sleepy while lying on the hospital bed.

The confused Zong Baoguo did not realize this, but remembered his purpose of coming to Honggang Town, Heilongjiang Province.

He came here this time for his favorite junior, Su Sanyang.

This boy had been following him since before the liberation. He had a calm personality but was still alert. He was a general on the battlefield. When he was about 40 years old, he could become a brigade commander. He could already be said to be young and promising.

Of course... In fact, he is not young anymore, but that is for sure.

It's just that in the eyes of outsiders, Su Sanyang seems to be a successful person with almost no regrets in life, but deep down in his heart, Su Sanyang has one deepest regret.

He couldn't find a home.

Home is a person’s root.

Home is gone, and people living in this world are like duckweeds, floating everywhere but with no place to rest.

Even after peace, Su Sanyang had his own family, but he still couldn't let go.

Ever since he was taken in and taught by Zong Baoguo, he only remembered his name and nothing else.

In the past few years, it was difficult to find traces of Zong Baoguo due to the turmoil. It was not until recent years that he determined the scope of Su Sanyang's "home" to be near Honggang Town.

su...

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Su Qingfeng.

Coincidentally, Su Qingfeng also had the same surname as Su Sanyang.

When Zong Baoguo thought of this, he could no longer resist the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

Not long after, subtle snoring sounded in the ward.

The guard was still a little drowsy at first, but when he heard the voice, he suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at his watch.

It's only nine o'clock in the evening? !

The old chief actually fell asleep at this point?
Perhaps in this era, everyone goes to bed earlier, and some people even go to bed at seven or eight o'clock.

But for Zong Baoguo, when did he not stay up until early in the morning?

Sometimes, I couldn't sleep the whole night.

The guard was a little excited, but subconsciously covered his mouth to prevent himself from making any sound.

How he feels now...

Probably he just wanted to run to Su Qingfeng, thank him again and again, and then no matter what, he packed up Su Qingfeng and took him back to the military area.

This guy is simply too talented to be a chef in a state-owned hotel!
The guard even felt a little magical.

How does this delicious bowl of porridge achieve the same effect as Western medicine?

Not to mention that the guards thought it was magical.

Even doctors feel the same way.

Through the crack in the door, they observed that the old leader was really asleep, and they all looked at each other, a little confused.

Medicinal diet is useful.

But isn’t this effect too good?
The bald apprentice even took the bowl that Zong Baoguo drank from and sniffed at the side of the bowl. He was still muttering to himself: "Isn't this the one with sleeping pills added?"

As soon as he said the words, the doctor next to him gave him a hard slap and said angrily, "If you think about it with your brain, you wouldn't say such a thing. Do you think this old chief has never seen a doctor before?" "

"Do you think you can deceive him by adding sleeping pills? Taking a step back, even if you can deceive him once by adding sleeping pills, what about the next time? What about the next time? You think you are an idiot as a leader!"

The apprentice worker was scolded bloody, but he still heard his temper. After hearing it, he just smiled and admitted his mistake.

Seeing his appearance, the doctor next to him felt a little helpless, and even lost his temper.

But someone next to me was curious, "The effect of this medicinal diet is really good. How is it done? It can ensure sleep, supplement food and is more gentle. It is suitable for old leaders with fragile bodies and long-term hidden injuries."

One of the oldest doctors inside glanced at these people and said calmly, "Either our ancestors have a profound culture. Don't think it's just a dish. In fact, I have heard people talk about it before. In the medicinal diet, the way the ingredients are processed , the gram weight of the ingredients in the recipe, and even the various cooking tools will affect the final medicinal effect."

"I think that Comrade Xiao Su is really awesome..."

But when he said this, the doctor felt a little emotional.

Traditional Chinese medicine...has been suppressed.

I just hope that inheritance is like a spark. As long as there is still a spark of fire, it can burn endlessly.

……

When Su Qingfeng woke up in the morning, she was quite interested in listening to the little nurse gossiping there.

But after listening carefully, I discovered that the gossip was actually him?

Su Qingfeng was a little confused after hearing what these little nurses said.

If he were not involved, he might have thought that the bowl of chestnut and longan porridge was some kind of panacea.

Su Qingfeng wiped his face in the toilet and waited until his mind was clearer before he slowly recovered.

The words of these young nurses must be exaggerated.

But at the same time, his bowl of chestnut and longan porridge must be a little different from ordinary medicinal food. At least in terms of medicinal effect, it is much higher, but it is not too outrageous, otherwise he will become a monster.

As for the source of all these changes, it seems to be because of that skill - the same source of food and food.

By improving the deliciousness of food, the efficacy of medicated meals is enhanced.

The more delicious the food, the better the efficacy of the medicinal diet.

With the orthodox teaching of systematic medicinal diet and the skills of eating from the same source, Su Qingfeng was in a good mood early in the morning.

Back in the golden age, they all have a bright future!

Today is also a day full of energy!
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