Gu Xiang shook his head, feeling a little funny.

Doctor Ye looked at Gu Xiang blankly, as if he had heard her words, but he didn't seem to hear them. Soon he lowered his head and stared at the medicinal herbs in front of him and murmured: "What's wrong? Nothing is wrong! Is this OK? There is directly external force to fusion of the medicinal herbs? Is there a meridian on the medicinal herbs? Is it alive?"

Gu Xiang had no choice but to put the knife first, reached out to take the long stool next to him and put it down. He tried hard again and helped Dr. Ye up with force.

"Ouch, ouch!"

Dr. Ye felt the pain and sweaty when he felt it, and he was so painful that he was full of sweat. He hummed, "Hello, my old waist, be gentle. Even if I am old and have a good waist, I have no place to use it. Then I can't break it directly."

Gu Xiang: "..."

One of the respected old men in the capital is considered the other, whether it is the Confucian scholar or the famous miracle doctor, they are all weird.

The strange old man Ye half tilted on the bench, holding his neck to watch Gu Xiang deal with the medicinal materials. He was so dazzling.

The various spliced ​​medicinal materials under Gu Xiang gradually took shape, and he couldn't tell what it was, but not to mention Doctor Ye, even the people from the Imperial City Department who were helping to burn firewood next to him were all fascinated.

I feel that these are not like medicinal materials, but like the most perfect paintings, which makes people feel at ease involuntarily. It is like a bowl of sweet well water when I was thirsty for several days in the desert. People who have been hungry for the rest of their lives finally eat a roast goose that is burnt outside and tender inside.

Doctor Ye stared at Gu Xiang's movements without blinking.

Gu Xiang exhaled and put the pile of medicinal materials that were simply the first-class artworks in the eyes of these people on the blue bricks. Dry firewood was placed around it and ignited it with a fire. Soon, the pile of medicinal materials was baked by the flames and layers of smoke came out.

The smoke first turns blue and red, and soon turns into a faint white smoke.

Gu Xiang gently lifted the smoke and took a breath slowly. Doctor Ye from the other side rolled down from the stool, lay on the ground and took a deep breath, making a whispering sound in his throat: "My God, are you going to make the immortal soup?"

The people from the Imperial City Department who were helping the chef next to him suddenly felt very happy, his mind was clear and his heart was happy. When he smelled the faint fragrance of medicine, his whole body felt as if his pores suddenly opened. He could not feel the feelings of Dr. Ye.

Dr. Ye really felt that the combination of medicinal materials was so wonderful that it was all right.

"Quick, what should I do afterwards? Don't waste such good medicinal properties."

Doctor Ye was so anxious that his head was covered in sweat and urged him repeatedly.

Gu Xiang was not in a hurry. This was the method she used when making medicinal wine. She was very skilled. After she started to make the Jile Banquet, she realized that her seasoning skills were not as she had thought before. She could only season the dishes she made, and it was not just tone the surface taste. Just talking about this medicinal material, she seemed to be able to clearly distinguish the medicinal properties of the medicinal material, and instinctively knew how to match and how to deal with it to more appropriately.

This seasoning skill is clearly the real magical skill in handling medicinal materials.

Soon, the fragrance of medicine had changed from rich to restraint, and the faint fragrance made people feel indescribable. Gu Xiang nodded, put the jar prepared on the stove on the firewood, and sent someone to put a few blue bricks over, both of which were not too fast and slowly, and placed them on layer by layer.

Doctor Ye quickly lifted his robe and came over to help. His movements were more quick than Gu Xiang. While surrounding the medicinal materials, he kept sucking around the blue bricks, and muttering words in his mouth: "I think of the chef Gu, stop selling vegetables, go and stir in perfume. Just use these medicinal materials to make perfume, and sell them for one hundred taels of silver. Everyone is rushing to ask for one hundred taels of silver."

"I went to a free clinic outside a while ago and met several patients who were addicted to A Furong. I saw that they were asked to use your medicine bag and they couldn't say they could quit their addiction."

Gu Que

Gu Xiang turned around and saw that the chefs had changed their faces, and he was immediately amazed and laughed: "Old Ye, don't always say something misleading."

Is there anything else that can be better if I let the Imperial City Department focus on it and be alert?

There was a sound of footsteps outside, and a moment later I heard a shout from far to near: "Miss, Mi, Mi, we have moved here. Is this crystal rice?"

Gu Xiang: "..."

Before he could respond, Wang Yan had already brought the rice jar in, gently placed the rice jar on the ground, wiped the sweat, raised his head and sniffed for a while: "What's the smell?"

This smell seemed to have all the diseases eliminated.

Gu Xiang went over and looked at it, and saw a tank of white rice in his house. As for crystal rice, they just called it.

The diners in her house were also shouting, such as the gods, snow rice, and spiritual rice. They shouted indiscriminately, and they even called out serious things.

Gu Xiang thought about it and probably had her own fault. Who told her to tell everyone about "Kaifeng Detective Notes" too casually?

When she talks, she sometimes doesn't like to get manuscripts, so she can't help but make a fool of herself. The protagonists often give the same rice to the same name today, but tomorrow she forgot what she originally said, so she changed the name to another name, so diners thought that the protagonists in her family often changed their styles to eat.

When telling stories, you must use some nice and conspicuous names, so there are a bunch of names.

She didn't think anything was there in "Gu Ji". At this time, she was on her territory and asked these people from the Imperial City Department to shout it out, and she felt that her face was slightly hot.

Gu Xiang coughed, scooped a spoonful of rice with a bowl and asked Zhou Xiaoyi to bring a bucket of spring water to wash it. As soon as the rice was watered, she looked up and glanced at Zhou Xiaoyi, thinking that the imperial city department was well treated, and she was really rich.

Just based on the quality of the mountain spring water, if it is delivered to everyone's tea ceremony, it may be sold at a sky-high price.

While sighing, Gu Xiang washed the rice clean without hesitation. After washing, he put it in the already warm soup, covered it with a lid, turned to look at Dr. Ye. Dr. Ye hurriedly continued to put the green bricks on it without Gu Xiang's guidance. He knew where to build it and where to leave gaps. It was obviously just a few blue bricks. Dr. Ye was exhausted and sweating, and was still very excited, and did not feel that he was working as a coolie at all.

"That's fine?"

Wang Yan looked down at the strange self-building stove and asked urgently.

Gu Xiang thought for a while and said, "You can't really use a bowl of white porridge to beat him away. Let's do this. Go and find a hundred big roosters with red cockscombs, and each one will give me the heart."

Wang Yan went to kill the chicken without saying a word.

Not to mention the heart of the chicken, Gu Xiang is the heart of the tiger now, so he is also going to hunt for it.

Outside, there were crowds catching chickens and killing chickens. Gu Xiang looked at Shichen, took a big shovel over, and knocked on a blue brick with one shovel.
Chapter completed!