Nan Xing rushed to everyone and cupped his hands: "Everyone who bought the medicated diet packs, please go back first. We, Yaoshi Huang, have to take a rest and then start preparing the medicated diet packs for sale tomorrow..."
After Nan Xing finished speaking, he opened a path and took Huangfu Ye back to the backyard.
As soon as the 'beauty' left, everyone naturally dispersed. I heard that the medicinal diet packs I bought were prepared by 'Huang Yaoshi', and I immediately became determined to buy them early tomorrow.
After sending away the last wave of customers, the several waiters in the medicine hall were exhausted. Before it got dark, Lao Shen ordered the door to be closed.
Lao Shen came to the back house and saw the master being pulled towards the door by the 'Master's Wife'. He quickly chased after him: "Master, can you go back after dinner?"
"No." She was going on a date with her husband.
"Master, it's good to let Huang Yaoshi work as a clerk at the counter, but it's too chaotic. I'm afraid there will be more people tomorrow, which will affect the medical treatment in the medicine hall..." Old Shen has already had a psychological shadow from today's battle.
"Come here, I'll tell you a way." Ming Ruo raised his finger at Lao Shen.
"Hey." Old Shen Ma slipped over.
"Have you ever seen the 'window' in front of Jian Mingxuan's door that sells drinks, right?" Ming Ruo winked at Lao Shen, "You can follow suit and make a 'window' that sells medicinal food packages."
"This is a good idea!" Lao Shen sent the master and his wife out of the door.
As soon as I turned the corner, I went to find a carpenter to build partitions.
"Don't you want to change your clothes?" Si Haochen took the person leaning on his shoulder into his arms.
"I'm too lazy to change." Mingruo found a comfortable position in Si Haochen's arms and closed her eyes.
The carriage rattled through the streets and stopped just when Mingruo was about to fall asleep.
Si Haochen helped Mingruo get out of the carriage. Mingruo looked up at the restaurant opposite. The four-story attic with carved beams and painted beams was truly complex but not cluttered. The signs elsewhere were all gold letters on a black background. This 'Xinya Building'
The signboard is gold with black characters.
The signboard made of pure gold sparkles, especially dazzling in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Si Haochen led Mingruo into the restaurant, and the waiter in charge of welcoming guests immediately greeted him: "You two gentlemen, have you reserved a private room, or are you going to sit down in the lobby?"
"I booked a private room. My surname is Bai." Si Haochen said.
"The box reserved by Mr. Bai is on the third floor, please come this way." The waiter led the way.
As soon as I reached the third floor, I happened to meet Mr. Zhu who was coming down from the fourth floor: "Ah? Doctor Ming is here, and the shop is full of glory."
"Mr. Zhu." Ming Ruo nodded slightly to this old acquaintance.
"Are you two having a meal or meeting friends?" Mr. Zhu asked again.
"Have a quick lunch."
Mr. Zhu said to the waiter: "Doctor Ming, please go to the east box on the fourth floor and serve all the signature dishes that need to be reserved."
"Yes," the clerk responded quickly.
"Mr. Zhu, don't bother, we have booked a private room."
"Doctor Ming is so polite. Mr. Zhu has long wanted to treat you to a simple meal to express his gratitude. It's rare to see Dr. Ming in these days, so I'm honored." Mr. Zhu cupped his hands and said, "You two will order for dinner first. Mr. Zhu will take a moment.
There is another business that I would like to discuss with Dr. Ming."
"Okay." Mingruo nodded.
Follow the guy up to the fourth floor. There are only two private rooms on this floor, the east and the west. There is a hall in the middle, which is covered with Persian carpets with complicated patterns. The pillars holding up the roof are painted with gold paint, and there are various gold ornaments and inlaid pearls and jade.
The jeweled furniture has the illusion of traveling to a Middle Eastern palace.
Entering the equally splendid private room, the waiter brought a menu with a sheepskin cover. Mingruo looked through the menu and found that this restaurant specializes in Middle Eastern cuisine. Mingruo ordered a few signature dishes recommended by the waiter, and then ordered another
Jug of wine.
A 'roasted camel' dish was soon served: "This is roasted camel. You need to book in advance to eat it. A whole sheep is stuffed into the belly of the camel, and a chicken is stuffed into the belly of the whole sheep.
This chicken is the most tender and delicious, and the roasted camel hump is also very special, you can try it.”
Along with the roasted camel, there was also wine. The bright red wine was poured into a glass cup and looked delicious.
Si Haochen tore off the chicken wings and put them in Mingruo's bowl: "Try it."
The chicken has been marinated in various spices in advance, and it tastes very rich. Mingruo felt a little picky after eating it, so he quickly drank a sip of wine to calm it down.
Si Haochen replaced the wine glass in front of Mingruo with a tea cup: "If you drink a few more sips, you will faint before the meal is finished."
"This wine is not strong, just like fruit juice." This wine is different from later ones, it tastes more like a fruit juice cocktail.
"Ha." Si Haochen couldn't figure out how the little girl who could knock down a glass of rice wine had the courage to say that the wine was not strong.
After that, several more dishes were served one after another. Although they all looked like Middle Eastern dishes, they were all modified according to the tastes of the Central Plains people. They were not as spicy as roasted camel. Mingruo’s favorite was steamed cheese with rose flowers.
It tastes like rose jam flavored milk pudding.
Mr. Zhu estimated that the two of them had almost finished eating, and then followed the man who delivered honey and yogurt in.
Mingruo drank half a glass of wine, his eyes were misty and he was already tipsy.
"Doctor Ming." Mr. Zhu sat down next to Mingruo, "Zhu has a big business to discuss with you."
"Well..." Mingruo looked at Mr. Zhu with squinting eyes, "Please speak."
Mr. Zhu’s voice was very low: “Judging from Zhu’s experience, Beichi will definitely send troops south before November.
By then, the imperial court will definitely have to raise a large amount of food and medicinal materials. The Northwest Army has carried out military reclamation in the past two years, and there is no shortage of food. But the consumption of medicinal materials is absolutely huge.
Zhu thought that if Dr. Ming provided the prescriptions and techniques, Zhu would provide the medicinal materials, and we would cure the medicine and sell it to the court, it would not only be profitable, but also provide the best medicine for our Donghuan soldiers, wouldn’t it be the best of both worlds?”
It was related to the Northwest Army. Mingruo didn't know whether Si Haochen was optimistic about Mr. Zhu's method, so he turned his head and looked at Si Haochen.
The northwest army's combat medicines have always been purchased by Bai Shen personally. The main reason is that he is worried about Emperor Danxu, fearing that he will get mad and do evil to the northwest army. If the entire pharmaceutical process is supervised by "a medicine hall", Si Hao
Chen was no longer worried, so he nodded slightly.
"Oh, okay..." Mingruo knew that his mind was not very bright right now, so he thought for a while and said, "Master Zhu will come to the medicine hall tomorrow to discuss the specific matters."
"Okay." Mr. Zhu has been in shopping malls for many years, and he also saw that Dr. Ming listened to the masked man, so he nodded to Si Haochen, "Two of you, please be patient. I'll excuse you Zhu."
"How did Mr. Zhu know that Beichi was going to send his troops south?" Si Haochen tapped his fingers on the table, "In case there is no war, hoarding so many medicinal materials will be troublesome even if they are thrown into your hands."
"To be honest, Mr. Zhu has a lot of business in Beichi. Starting from this month, private sales of grain, medicinal materials and horses in various places in Beichi are no longer allowed. If you want to trade, you must register with the government." Mr. Zhu said in a very firm tone,
"Beichi does this every time he prepares for a battle. There is nothing wrong with that!"
