sbdcsierra Chapter 487: Medicinal Fragrance Restaurant
Chapter 487: Medicinal Fragrance Restaurant
Early February.
Jiang Fubao's clinic is in the final stages of completion.
After purchasing everything, you can open your business.
After much deliberation, Jiang Fubao decided to change the name of the clinic that had been originally decided.
A signboard with the words "Yaoxiang Shenge" was hung above the door of the clinic.
The four big characters can be seen from a long distance.
People who are not in the know may wonder how medicine and food can be related when they see the sign when passing by.
On the eighth day of the first lunar month, Zhang Jinlan specially asked someone to calculate the date.
At noon, the clinic opened.
The old couple Zhang Jinlan and Jiang Siyin and his wife all help out in the clinic, while the Jiang family snack shop is managed by the eldest and second oldest families.
Jiang Fubao also held a ribbon-cutting ceremony.
The long red cloth was held up on the left and right by two maids.
Jiang Fubao stood in the middle. On her right were her godfather, godmother, and Meng Bujiu. On her left were her grandpa, father, and mother. Each of them held a pair of scissors in their hands.
The entrance, which seemed quite spacious, now seemed a bit crowded.
With the support of the county magistrate, Qingdai Lane was crowded with people, and all the important people in the town came.
"Crackle, crackle--" the firecrackers rang out, and Jiang Fubao took the lead in cutting the red cloth.
The next moment after she dropped the scissors, the others started cutting.
The red cloth broke into countless pieces.
The firecrackers have all been set off.
Everyone put down their hands that were covering their ears and began to congratulate.
"This is the first time I've seen a nine-year-old shopkeeper like you. You are worthy of being the magistrate's goddaughter. You will surely become a great person in the future."
"Your daughter is proficient in medicine. She is the same age as my son, but she is so skilled. It is rare to see such a talent in the world. I admire her."
"The county magistrate's daughter has a beautiful temperament. At only nine years old, we can see her stunning appearance in the future. She is also a good doctor. If anyone is lucky enough to marry her, their ancestors will be very happy."
"..."
Jiang Fubao was almost drowned by the praise.
Unfortunately, there are some things she doesn't like to hear, and the same goes for Meng Zhili.
When others praised Jiang Fubao, he smiled, but when they mentioned Jiang Fubao's marriage, his face immediately turned cold.
Everyone present here is a smart person, and everyone's eyes are on the magistrate's face.
So no one dared to mention this matter again.
They all praised Jiang Fubao as if he were a man.
In their eyes, being able to be on par with men is the greatest compliment to a woman, but Jiang Fubao found it a bit harsh.
"Well, if anyone feels unwell, please go see my daughter. There are medicinal foods on the second floor of the clinic. I believe that those who went to the Jiang family for the banquet should know about it, so I won't explain it. Fubao, I leave this to you. Madam, let's go up first."
Dong Wei and Meng Zhili took Dong Qingyuan upstairs.
Zhang Jinlan and Jiang Shoujia also followed.
Zhang Yanzi and Jiang Siyin stayed to help their daughter.
Meng Bujiu stayed on the first floor with him.
In the kitchen in the backyard, Jiang Ruyi, wearing an apron, would occasionally stick her head out to look ahead. She was so anxious that she kept walking back and forth in the yard.
On the first day of opening, she had to prepare the medicinal food.
Otherwise it would ruin the shop's reputation.
So she was very nervous.
"Second Miss, the prescription is here. This lady has a cold body and weak qi, so Miss prescribed her a four-ingredient pork tripe and chicken soup." The maid Dan'er handed the medicinal recipe to Jiang Ruyi.
Jiang Ruyi took it and took a look.
"One ounce each of angelica, white peony root, cooked rehmannia root, and chuanxiong, a whole chicken, two pieces of pork stomach, and six slices of dried ginger. Huh? This is the first time I've made this dish. I do have black chicken, but why not make Four Ingredients Black Chicken Soup?"
"That lady has normal menstruation and is not anemic, but her hands and feet are always cold. The young lady said that there is no need to use black chicken and that dried ginger must be added, otherwise the fishy smell will be too strong." Dan'er conveyed Jiang Fubao's words to her.
"Okay, I understand. I'll do it now."
Jiang Ruyi didn't ask any more questions.
She took the recipe into the kitchen and started working.
As a result, as soon as the water in the pot heated up, Daner came three more times.
"Three of you want the Ten-Herb Tonic Soup?" Jiang Ruyi was a little shocked.
"Yes, these people are all regular customers of the snack shop. They all came to our house for the birthday banquet that day. They probably ate the tonic soup made by the second young lady, so they specifically asked for it today."
Daner nodded.
"Okay, I get it, Yun'er, take some firewood out of the stove. The fire is too big." Jiang Ruyi hurriedly ordered the maid who was in charge of the stove to turn down the fire.
Fortunately, there were three maids helping in the kitchen.
Someone was in charge of gathering herbs and chopping ginger. After the chicken was boiled, it was scooped out and placed in a clay pot. Herbal herbs and seasonings were added and the pot was simmered on low heat. She told the maid to take care of it while she started to prepare the tonic soup.
As the name suggests, Ten Tonics refers to ten kinds of food and medicinal materials.
Catch them one by one, wash them, throw them into the pot, and start boiling.
Luckily, we want the same kind, so we can just throw them into the same pot and cook them separately.
Just as she was wiping her hands, Daner came in again: "Second Miss, here's the recipe for the medicinal diet for you."
Jiang Ruyi used a spatula in her right hand to skim off the foam, and took the recipe with her left hand: "Lily and chrysanthemum soup? Okay, I'll make it now."
Having taken charge of the banquet, she didn't feel busy at all.
Where is this?
"Xin'er, wash the casserole, light the charcoal stove, and put half a pot of water to boil. Qian'er, come and watch the pot and skim off the foam. I'll go get the herbs." Handing the spatula to the maid, Jiang Ruyi turned and went to the medicine cabinet on the right.
One wall of medicine cabinets is exactly the same as the one at the front of the clinic, or more like a smaller version.
Originally, there was nothing on this wall. Before the business opened, Jiang Fubao felt that if his second sister always came to the front to get medicine, it would disturb the patients, so he simply asked a carpenter to build a wall of cabinets.
Duplicate the medicine cabinet in the front.
Although you can't put too much medicinal materials in it, it is enough for two or three days.
Just fill it up after closing the shop every night.
The bone-chilling temperature forms a sharp contrast with the heat in the kitchen.
The maids working inside were all sweating profusely.
Like a sauna.
Especially Jiang Ruyi, she simply put a sweat towel around her neck and wiped it from time to time.
To prevent sweat from falling into the pot.
"The food is served." With a shout, the servant outside the kitchen came in.
There is no waiter in the clinic.
The servants were responsible for serving dishes and cleaning, while the maids were responsible for receiving guests and delivering messages, running back and forth between the front and backyards.
"This dish is four-ingredient pork tripe and chicken soup." Just by saying the name of the dish, the servant would know where to send it.
Because there is a wooden board hanging at the front door with the guest's last name, where he/she sits, how many dishes there are and what they are.
Each dish will be crossed out to avoid missing any.
The owner of this pork tripe and chicken soup is Mrs. Qian who sits on the second floor.
Written on the wooden board were the words: Second Floor, Third Seat, Qian Yi Si Ingredients, Pork Stomach and Chicken Soup.
"Okay!" the servant Daqian replied loudly.
He bought it last year.
The Jiang family already had enough staff. Before Jiang Fubao opened the clinic, he gathered them together at home and asked if anyone was willing to work in the clinic.
They would give one tael of silver every month, as long as they had two boys and two girls.