"Excellent sword skills, Qin is really ashamed of himself——"
Qin Shubao sighed with a sigh on his face, and then looked at Wang Zi'an and couldn't help but ask curiously.
"My little friend specializes in sword training? I don't know how long you have been practicing this sword skill..."
I also want to tell you the truth, but I'm afraid you won't believe me!
Looking at the startled appearance of this door god, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but complain in his heart.
"You're talking about this sword - I practice it every day. I have to practice it three times a day..."
When Qin Shubao and Niu Jinda heard this, they couldn't help but stand in awe.
It’s really hard work and talent!
This young man is not only incredibly talented, but he also works incredibly hard.
Practicing three times a day doesn’t mean that people are practicing in the morning, afternoon and evening!
“My little friend’s perseverance is really admirable!”
Qin Shubao and Niu Jinda couldn't help but hugged Wang Zi'an with serious faces.
Wang Zi'an returned the salute somewhat helplessly.
I don’t want to practice three times a day, but if I don’t practice three times a day, how will I eat...
"Come, come, come, don't just talk, try my cooking - I dare not say anything else, but when it comes to this cooking, you can't find another restaurant that can make the taste like mine.
…”
The prince happily held up his chopsticks and invited.
Of the skills he encountered after traveling through time, there were only two that satisfied him the most.
The first one is that the cooking skills brought by Li Shimin directly improved his quality of life in Datang by several levels.
The second one is force, which finally gave me a sense of security in the Tang Dynasty.
Li Yuanba, that is a super existence with two hammers and one horse, capable of defeating the Eighteenth Route Rebels.
Having this ability really freed him from a lot of worries, and even his behavior became much more unrestrained and willful than in his previous life.
"This is the original Yuanyang Hotpot——"
Cheng Yaojin held a piece of mutton with chopsticks and was just about to put it into the spicy pot. His hand hesitated subconsciously. He turned around and dipped it into the clear soup.
Alas, there was nothing he could do about it. When he saw the red soup now, he felt tightness in his lower body and his heart was pounding.
"I just like spicy food——"
When Qin Shubao heard this, he smiled and raised his chopsticks, holding the beef, and was about to pour it into the spicy pot.
Wang Zi'an glanced at him and couldn't help but remind him.
"Well - Lao Qin, I advise you to eat less spicy food. Your body is already sick to this point. Let me see, in the future, spicy food, alcohol, etc. will basically
If you should avoid it, just avoid it——"
If I remember correctly, this Qin Shubao will be dead in another eight or nine years. According to his own statement, it was caused by too many injuries when he was young. But looking at it now, it is not just the problem of too many injuries, this
Eating habits are also a problem.
When Qin Shubao heard this, he couldn't help but look stunned, and Niu Jinda couldn't help looking at Wang Zi'an with a strange expression.
This kid doesn't look like a stingy person. How come he's already trying to persuade people to stop drinking before he starts drinking...
Only Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but look stern when he heard this, with a solemn look on his face.
"Second brother, listen to Zi'an - do you know who cured your siblings' health?"
"Who? Isn't it Mr. Sun Simiao?"
When Qin Shubao heard this, he couldn't help but glanced at Cheng Yaojin with some doubts. It had been a long time since he had seen Old Cheng's expression like this. Niu Jinda couldn't help but glance at Cheng Yaojin with a puzzled look on his face.
Since Wang Zi'an was unwilling to reveal that he had medical skills and even surpassed Sun Simiao in medical skills, Cheng Yaojin never mentioned it in detail.
But everyone can figure it out for themselves.
That day, two old men with white hair and beards came to the house. As soon as they inquired, they knew they were Mr. Sun Simiao.
"No, it's Zian - Mr. Sun Simiao was helpless that day, but it was Zian who saved the lives of your siblings. His medical skills have reached such a level that even Mr. Sun Simiao wants to become his teacher..."
As soon as Cheng Yaojin said these words, everyone present except Cheng Chumo, Cheng Chuliang and Li Chengqian couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, with disbelief in their eyes.
Even Sun Simiao wanted to worship him as his teacher?
I'm afraid you're not talking in your sleep!
If it weren't for Cheng Yaojin who hadn't drank yet, everyone would have thought that he had drunk too much and was boasting, and that he had lost his mind in order to flatter his future son-in-law.
His medical skills surpassed that of Sun Simiao?
But how old is Wang Zi'an? Even if he starts studying medicine from his mother's womb, how many years can he study?
Seeing Qin Shubao, Niu Jinda and others dumbfounded, Wang Zi'an glared at Cheng Yaojin angrily, this bitch really broke his promise.
He clearly said he wanted to keep his mouth shut, but he sold the wine to himself before he even drank it!
"Ahem - Lao Cheng, don't blow your top. Mr. Sun Simiao has superb medical skills and benevolent heart. How can he be compared to a younger generation like me..."
Before Wang Zi'an finished speaking, he heard a hearty laughter coming from the yard.
"Little friend Zian, why do you have to brag for me, an old man? My medical skills must not be false at all. If I am not as good as you, I am not as good as you. What is there to hide? If you change your mind, I will worship you as my teacher now and make a sacrifice in front of you."
An apprentice who serves tea and obeys orders..."
Looking at Sun Simiao and Wang He, who were both white beard and hair, and had an immortal air, striding towards them, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but cover his face.
Old gentleman, you made up for it with this knife!
"Ahem - old gentleman, it's over, it's over, you're just hurting me by saying that..."
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but feel sad.
Sun Simiao, Mr. Sun!
Seeing Sun Simiao, Cheng Yaojin, Qin Shubao, Niu Jinda and others coming towards them, they couldn't help but stand up one after another.
Mr. Lao is a benevolent doctor and is famous all over the world. From emperors and princes to peddlers and pawns, who wouldn't give him some respect?
Eating hot pot is just as good as this. As long as you prepare enough meat, you don't have to think about adding more vegetables if there are a few people coming. You can just pull up a stool, squeeze in a seat, sit down and start eating.
"Zian's hot pot is a good thing. It warms the Yang and nourishes the body without causing internal heat. I like this one. It looks like I'm having another good time today -"
Sun Simiao didn't care about Wang Zi'an's expression of bitterness and hatred, he raised his chopsticks with a smile and started directly.
"Mr. Sun, why don't you help my second brother take a look first? There's nothing wrong with his body - I'm afraid drinking alcohol will affect the diagnosis..."
Although Cheng Yaojin and Sun Simiao praised Wang Zi'an's medical skills to the sky, Niu Jinda still believed in Sun Simiao subconsciously.
There's nothing I can do about it. Wang Zi'an's appearance is good-looking, but it's too unconvincing to say he has superb medical skills.
"Mr. Ji is feeling unwell? Oh, he looks a little uncomfortable. If you don't mind, I'll show you -"
Sun Simiao did not refuse, he directly rolled up his sleeves and felt Qin Shubao's pulse.
The others were no longer in the mood to eat hot pot. They all looked at Mr. Sun Simiao with bated breath. There was nothing they could do, what Wang Zi'an just said was too scary.