Jiang Wenlei bought steamed buns and ate them while walking in the direction where Qi Boyan was.
He and Qi Gong came to the town because they had something to do. They wanted to find a famous but eccentric traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the town to treat Qi Gong's mother.
It's just that Qi Gong was worried about his wife who came to town for the first time to do business, so they came to take a look first.
That's right, she's my wife.
When Jiang Wenlei went to town to ask about it last night, the answer Qi Boyan gave surprised him for a long time.
The two of them really don't seem to match each other.
But after being surprised, he accepted it.
There is nothing wrong with having a fat wife. As the saying goes: being able to eat is a blessing.
Her cooking skills are worthy of the talented Qi Gong.
Qi Boyan did not go there, but asked about the old Chinese medicine practitioners on this street.
He only knew that the old Chinese medicine doctor in the town used to work at a large hospital in Kyoto and was specially recruited there. Because of his weird temper, he resigned not long ago and returned to this backward town.
When I came back, I opened a small medical clinic and the business was booming, but the number of patients I could take in a day was limited.
He checked and found that the number at the medical center had been queued up for next week. They wouldn't be able to stay here long at all, so they could only come and see if they could add a number.
The old Chinese medicine doctor has a weird temper and does not allow anyone to buy an account. If such a thing is discovered, the patient who bought the account will not be seen.
Otherwise, this matter is actually quite simple.
"Qi Gong."
Jiang Wenlei came over, bringing with him the scent of steamed buns.
Qi Boyan tilted his head and saw that Jiang Wenlei's hand was empty, except that he was still chewing in his mouth, and frowned slightly.
"Is it tasty?"
Jiang Wenlei nodded.
Of course it's delicious. It's so delicious that he can't wait to buy some more.
Qi Boyan couldn't help but raise his eyes, "My breakfast?"
Jiang Wenlei clenched his teeth and turned around, "I'll buy more!"
Tao Feng did all the work of making breakfast for Qi Boyan. Tao Feng didn't buy it. He bought fresh ingredients and found clean people in town to make them.
Some people made it, but Qi Boyan didn't even taste it. It took several people to eat it before he could barely eat it.
If Tao Feng hadn't provoked Qi Gong, this job wouldn't have fallen to him.
Jiang Wenlei had always heard Tao Feng complain about Qi Gong's turtle hair, and now he felt the same way.
My own wife, why don’t you go there yourself?
Jiang Wenlei went over to buy steamed buns again. For some reason, there were suddenly more people and there was a queue.
Seeing cages of empty steamed buns, Jiang Wenlei's heart tightened and he couldn't help but walk straight over.
"What are you doing? Do you know if you are waiting in line?"
The old man, who was wearing a cotton and linen Chinese-style Tang suit with buttons, tapped his cane on the ground and reminded Jiang Wenlei displeasedly that he had jumped in line.
Jiang Wenlei just said, "I know the boss selling steamed buns," and then he said, "We can't jump in line even if we know each other."
Jiang Wenlei returned to the queue with an expressionless face, praying in his heart that it would be his turn, hoping that there would still be steamed buns.
Meng Yao didn't quite understand what the old man said at first, until an old man in his seventies or eighties came with him and said, "I don't know if the buns recommended by Old Man Hu are as delicious as he said."
Only then did Meng Yao react.
Of course, it is impossible to increase the price. Meng Yao happily sold the buns, remembering the old man's feelings in his heart.
When Qi Wenye saw more and more people and fewer and fewer buns left, he felt relieved and hurriedly handed Meng Yao the parchment paper.
The beef vermicelli buns were sold out first, and the old men who came seemed to love meat. Without the beef vermicelli, the sales of the radish sauce meat buns were better.
The first of these old guys to buy meat buns with radish sauce slapped his thigh when he ate it, "I fell into Old Man Hu's trick. He doesn't like radish, so he said the buns are not delicious. This one is obviously better than those with beef fans."
Much more delicious.”
Meng Yao was embarrassed when he heard this.
It turned out that the old man didn't like eating radishes, so she thought her meat buns with radish sauce were not to her liking.