Chapter 249 The problem is not big, you just have a brain problem (3K)
"This ginseng is produced in Changbai Mountain, and one ginseng is more expensive than a chicken."
Zhu Lin, who had known it for a long time, took over the conversation and said to his father.
"Huh? Such expensive ginseng is used to stew chicken?" Professor Zhu did not expect that Fang Yan would be so willing to make medicinal meals, and he couldn't believe it.
Fang Yan nodded and said:
"Well, on weekdays, I don't need such good ginseng. As long as the chicken is well prepared and simmered for a while, the aroma will be very good. But I didn't just buy it to replenish our energy because our family members use their brains a lot."
"Especially Fang Chen. He has been using his brain a lot when writing recently, and his sleep is probably not good, so I use authentic ginseng to make medicinal meals."
"Medicated diet is considered medicated only if it has medicinal effect. If it doesn't have medicinal effect, it is just a pot of chicken soup. Then I might as well buy an ordinary chicken with more meat."
After hearing this, Professor Zhu nodded and said:
"Well, that makes sense."
After saying that, he looked around and asked:
"By the way, there should be some chicken offal, right? That's a good thing."
Dialect opened the chicken offal and chicken blood that he used to cover the flies:
"Keep it, keep the chicken giblets and chicken blood. Later, stir-fry the chicken giblets and make chicken blood tofu."
After seeing these things, my father-in-law nodded with satisfaction:
"Haha, okay, let me just say, this will definitely not be a problem for you."
Then he asked:
"Can I help you with anything?"
Fang Yan was waiting for him to ask questions and hurriedly said:
"Yes, the following dishes need a lot of garlic. You can help me chop a few heads of garlic, and then chop them into garlic and minced garlic. I also need to help chop some chili peppers. This will also trouble you."
My father-in-law readily agreed:
"Okay, as long as it's not about fire control, I'm pretty good at things in the kitchen."
Next, the three of them started working in the kitchen.
After a while, the mother-in-law also came to the kitchen to get food for the puppy.
The mother-in-law is second to the person who cares most about the family puppy, and no one dares to say first.
A proper dog lover.
When Fang Yan inquired, it turned out that her mother-in-law had dogs at home when she was a child, and these dogs accompanied her almost throughout her childhood and adolescence.
Therefore, she is the most concerned about raising dogs and has the most experience.
However, although the mother-in-law loves these puppies the most, these two little ones like Fangyan the most. As soon as they see Fangyan, they immediately show enthusiasm that exceeds that of other people.
Even my mother-in-law, who had raised a dog, didn’t know what was going on.
Fang Yan had no choice but to attribute it to the smell of Chinese medicine on his body.
After all, I am the only Chinese medicine practitioner in my family.
You can’t really know who their owner is, right?
Fang Yan still doesn't have a clear understanding of Coyotito's IQ.
My mother is currently in the main hall, holding her now legal little daughter in her arms and loving her.
Dad went to watch Fangyan’s motorcycle again.
It is said that the glass is only his temporary solution and is not safe enough. He plans to replace it with a safer one in the future.
Fang Yan didn't know what kind of glass his father wanted to get to replace it.
PVB laminated glass was invented in 1935, and it seems to have been used in later generations. I don’t know much about it in dialect, so I learned about it when I was driving in my previous life.
But dad likes to toss, so he lets him do it.
Men just have to struggle, otherwise what’s the point of life?
After making the last stir-fried chicken with sour cowpeas and pickled peppers, the last dish of the day is considered complete.
After greeting everyone to wash their hands and eat, Fang Yan came to the study and gently opened the door.
At this moment, the fourth child was rubbing his temples and looked a little tired.
Seeing that he didn't write anything, Fang Yan entered the room and said to him:
"Fourth, stop sitting around and go out to eat!"
"Brother, I feel like I'm sick." Fang Chen put down his hand and said to Fang Yan.
After hearing what he said, Fang Yan took a stool and sat next to him and said to him:
"Really? Stretch out your hand, let me show it to you."
Fang Chen obediently stretched out his hand to let Fang Yan feel his pulse.
The pulse condition is thin and stagnant.
The pulse is as tight as a piano string, but thin. When beating, it feels not smooth, and there is a sense of blockage.
This pulse condition is caused by stagnation of Qi and blood and depression caused by excessive thinking.
The normal pulse condition for inner peace should be gentle, strong, and even in rhythm.
The pulse can also tell a person's mood. No matter how calm a person's expression is, as long as his mood fluctuates, the pulse can show it.
When you are angry, your pulse will be "quick, strong, and rapid", and you will feel an upward impulse when you touch it in your hand.
Worry appears "heavy, astringent, and fine."
Sadness is "heavy, thin, and short".
When fearful, it appears as "heavy and weak".
When in panic, it manifests as "moving but uncertain", the pulse beats erratically, and there is a sense of vacillation.
"I haven't been able to sleep for several days. When I fell asleep, my mind was filled with the plot of the novel I was writing. I woke up after I couldn't sleep for an hour." Fang Chen's symptoms lasted for several days, and finally he couldn't hold it in any longer today. I told my third brother.
In fact, he wanted to say it a few days ago, but he always felt that he had nothing to do and just took a day off. Moreover, writing novels was what he wanted to work hard on, but he was afraid that his family would ask him to stop writing.
As a result, it became more and more serious as time went on.
Seeing that there was no change in the third brother's expression, Fang Chen asked:
"Brother, is there something wrong with my brain?"
"Yeah." Fang Yan nodded.
Fang Chen was startled. He was just talking casually. Was there really something wrong with his brain?
Fang Yan looked at his face, asked him to stick out his tongue, and then said:
"You've been thinking too much lately and it's a little nerve-wracking."
"What should we do?" Fang Chen asked.
Fang Yan thought about it and realized that this was actually not a big problem. The simplest thing would be to tell him to stop writing.
Of course, I definitely can't do this. Seeing that it will end in a few days, asking him to stop writing at this time would be no more uncomfortable than killing him.
Even the dialect itself cannot allow this to happen. Today’s medicated diet is also part of the solution to the problem.
Dialect said to him:
"It's not a big problem. Let's eat first. I'll stew a personal ginseng chicken soup for you to replenish yourself. After eating, I'll give you two injections. Also, don't write before you go to bed at night, otherwise you will definitely still be there when you fall asleep. Will dream.”
Fang Chen stood up and said:
"But I always feel that I have a lot of inspiration at night. If I don't write, I will be at a loss."
Dialect said:
"Then you should write a rough outline of the inspiration first, sort it out, and then write it out in one breath during the day tomorrow."
After hearing the third brother's suggestion, Fang Chen was startled, clapped his hands and praised:
"Hey, this is a good idea!"
Fang Yan shook his head. What he said was not a good idea. In fact, it was a common outline used by later Internet novelists.
After all, there are updated tasks every day, but inspiration is not always available.
So whenever I have inspiration, I will record it first, and then list it in detail, so that I can output it every day when I have no inspiration.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
For this reason, a big boss said, "J girls don't need to rely on credibility to accept clients, just like writers shouldn't rely on inspiration to write."
After hearing Fang Yan's method, Fang Chen seemed to have found a good way, and the depressed mood just now was gone. Although he was still tired physically and mentally, he felt much better mentally.
Sure enough, I should talk to my third brother more.
Seeing Fang Yan and Fang Chen, the two brothers came out of the study.
Father Fang Zhenhua stood up, cleared his throat, and said loudly:
"Now that everyone is here, let me make a formal announcement before we eat."
After speaking, he gestured to He Huiru who was holding the child. After she stood up, Fang Zhenhua said:
"Our family has a new member today. Her name is Fang Xia, and she will be the youngest sister of our family from now on."
"From now on, she is an official member of our family!"
"Pa bang bang..." Zhu Lin and Zhu Guangnan Fu Zhaojun all started to applaud.
Seeing this, Fang Yan and Fang Chen also began to applaud to welcome the new member of the family.
The little girl woke up from this noise and started crying. My mother hurriedly went to get a bottle soaked in warm water to feed her.
When she bit the bottle, the little girl finally stopped crying.
Dad scratched his head in embarrassment. This little girl was a bit disrespectful.
"Okay, let's eat!" Fang Yan greeted everyone.
After everyone sat down, Zhu Lin first gave everyone a bowl of black-bone chicken soup.
Fang Yan picked up the chicken soup, smiled at everyone and said:
"Authentic Changbai Mountain ginseng stewed chicken soup can nourish the five internal organs, improve eyesight, make you happy and boost your will. Long-term use will lighten your body and prolong your life. I wish everyone can eat well, drink well and live forever."
The whole family was amused by his eventual immortality.
But they all drank it anyway.
"Delicious!" My father-in-law smacked his lips and was the first to comment.
Others nodded.
Fang Yan said to his little brother:
"Drink more."
Fang Chen knew that the old man made it specially for him, and he nodded repeatedly when he heard this.
He took the initiative to drink another bowl.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I feel like my energy and energy have recovered a bit.
The dishes tonight are quite rich. Because the tickets are expiring at the end of the month, I have eaten a lot in recent days.
Everyone was very happy, and they ate better than during the Chinese New Year, which was enough to satisfy our cravings.
However, Fang Yan still reminds everyone not to be too full when eating. Even if there is leftover food, you don’t have to worry about it spoiling if there is a refrigerator. You can eat it for the next meal.
Everyone seems to be relatively restrained in eating.
Of course, except for Professor Zhu, he just eats with all his arms.
I nodded my head as I ate every dish.
While everyone was eating, the little dog in the yard suddenly barked.
Then they scurried towards the front yard.
"It seems like someone is calling the door." The mother-in-law, who is familiar with the habits of puppies, said to the dialect.
After listening carefully, Fang Yan did indeed hear the sound of the door being called outside.
So he put down his chopsticks, stood up and walked out.
Upon seeing this, Zhu Lin also put down his chopsticks and followed Fang Yan out.
They have been living here for many days and no one has come to visit them. They don’t know who is knocking on the door now.
When they came to the door, two puppies were in front of the screen wall, meowing at the door.
When he saw Fang Yan coming, he started circling around his feet, as if to protect him.
Fang Yan walked to the door and opened it.
Then I saw a bamboo basket filled with vegetables placed on the doorstep.
There are vegetables in season in September, including pumpkins, winter melons, eggplants, spinach, and mustard greens. It looks like they have just been picked, because Fang Yan can see that juice is still coming out from the joints of winter melons and pumpkins.
But there was no one else outside the door.
Fang Yan walked out and took a look to make sure there was no one around.
Zhu Lin also walked out and squatted in front of the vegetable basket to check it, but did not see any message inside.
"Who gave this to me?" Zhu Lin looked around.
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