Tian's little cook

Chapter 119 Housekeeping Kungfu
Lin Zhimo estimated the time, and when he was about to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner, Sun Ranjiu walked in with a large jar of wine.

"Brother Ajiu, are you trying to get Langzhong drunk?" Lin Zhimo was a little dumbfounded, Jukefang couldn't sell so much wine in one noon.

"If you can't finish it, wait for the next time." Sun Ranjiu put down the wine jar, and asked the shop assistant, "This is what Zhang Langzhong will drink later, where can I put it?"

The clerk in the store is already familiar with Sun Ranjiu, "Just put it in the kitchen in the backyard."

"Thank you." Sun Ranjiu picked up the wine jar again, and greeted Lin Zhimo: "Zhimo, let's go, I'll take you to the kitchen."

The backyard is just behind the lobby, and two pharmacists are standing in the yard processing medicinal materials.

One of the medicine workers was crushing medicinal materials with something like a stone mill, and then ground them into powder.

Lin Zhimo stood and looked at it for a while, and felt that this thing should be a stone mill. There was one in the health center where she worked before for display.

After entering the kitchen, it was Lin Zhimo's habit to read it first, and found that Langzhong Zhang really enjoyed it.

There are all kinds of kitchen utensils, three stoves, one of which should be specially used for making soup.

Yuan Shi offered to ask for help. This place is no better than a restaurant, and there is no need to rush to cook.

Lin Zhimo asked Lin Jiao and Sun Ranjiu to rest, since she and Yuan Shi were enough in the kitchen.

This meal was of great significance, and Lin Zhimo also paid special attention to it, and showed his housekeeping skills.

Not long after, bursts of fragrance wafted out.

Not only the pharmacist in the hospital smelled it, but even Sun Langzhong, who was seeing a doctor, also smelled the fragrance.

He knew that Lin Zhimo would come to cook today, and he started looking forward to it early in the morning. Now that he smelled the aroma of the food, he couldn't sit still.

"Mr. Zhang, what dish is your cook cooking? It's so delicious?" The patient sitting beside sniffed.

"It's just an ordinary dish." With a calm face, he took a pen and wrote down the prescription on the paper, "Grab the medicine according to this method, take it twice a day after meals."

As soon as the patient left, Zhang Langzhong called the assistant in and asked, "How many patients are there?"

"Less than ten more." The man just counted.

"Put up a sign and stop reading after reading these today." The greedy worm in his belly was hooked out by these scents, and his thoughts on seeing a doctor were much less.

"Okay." Zhang Langzhong used to see a doctor casually, and he has long been used to it.

So, when Lin Zhimo was looking at the soup, Sun Ranjiu walked in with a smile on his face: "Zhimo, Mr. Zhang said that dinner is ready."

"So early?" Lin Zhimo asked the clerk when the medical clinic usually closes, and made it specially to match the time, and there were two dishes that hadn't been fried yet.

"Hey." Sun Ranjiu smiled and said, "I guess Langzhong Zhang is hungry after smelling the scent."

It's not just Zhang Langzhong, he has been swallowing when he smells the fragrance.

"Okay, I'll hurry up and do it now." Lin Zhimo put the lid on the pot, "Sister-in-law Yuan, turn down the heat for the soup."

Doctor Zhang likes to be quiet, and none of the shop assistants live there, so Doctor Zhang is usually alone when the clinic is closed.

The medical hall had a cook for lunch. Recently, after finding out that Jukefang's food was good, he ate at the medical hall much less often.

After Sun Ranjiu and Lin Jiao cleaned up the backyard, they moved a big round table.

It's early now, and it's just right to have dinner in the courtyard.

The prepared dishes are served one by one, with bursts of aroma.After the last soup was served, Sun Ranjiu went to invite it immediately.

Zhang Langzhong didn't show off this time, and walked faster than Sun Ranjiu. When he saw a large table of food in the backyard, he suddenly thought of a sentence, "Eat people with short mouths", and he probably had to compromise today.

(End of this chapter)