President Bingshan's personal doctor

The uncle shook his head helplessly: "My porridge has been sold for decades, and it only tastes like this. Anyone who has tasted it will get tired of it."

He smiled, but there was some helplessness on his face, "But I only know how to make this kind of porridge. I learned it from others before. I just rely on selling porridge to support my family."

Su Han understood that the society is developing rapidly now, and all kinds of industries are developing rapidly, and the food industry is even more fiercely competitive.

Uncle's porridge shop is no longer competitive. Those big brand shops only need to hire a master to make porridge. Not only can it be mass-produced, but the taste is even better.

How can it be like the uncle who cooks slowly with firewood, which takes time and effort but does not make money.

The development of the times will always eliminate some backward productive forces, Su Han can understand.

But seeing the loss and sadness on the little girl's face, he couldn't bear it.

"Didn't you expect to develop several more flavors to attract more customers?" Lin Meiyu said.

It is close to the hospital, and the flow of people is not bad, but the corresponding shop rent is also high. The uncle's porridge shop may sell well, but after paying the rent, I am afraid that it will not make much money.

The uncle was even more helpless.

"I only know this kind of thing." He looked at his granddaughter and sighed, "If I didn't know this skill, I wouldn't be able to support my granddaughter."

After hearing what the uncle said, Su Han and Lin Meiyu realized that the uncle and his granddaughter depended on each other, and there were only two of them left in the family.

If this porridge shop is gone, they don't know what to do.

The little girl is very sensible, knowing that grandpa is not easy, even if she knows that her porridge shop won't last long, she is just sad, but she doesn't talk nonsense, so as not to hurt grandpa's heart.

Lin Meiyu couldn't bear to see it, and thought about how she could help them. Before she could speak, Su Han had already spoken.

"I do have a few recipes for medicinal food. If you trust me, uncle, you can try it. Maybe it can make your business flourish."

Su Han smiled and said, "I'm a Chinese medicine doctor, and I know a thing or two about medicinal diet."

He has never noticed this aspect, if Lin Daoran hadn't had a stomach attack and refused to take medicine this time, Su Han wouldn't have thought about medicinal diet.

In today's fast-paced society, many people are sub-healthy and have more or less physical problems.

But not all of these problems need to seek medical advice, and it is enough to improve one's physical condition with medicinal diet.

It can not only eat delicious food, but also make your body healthier, killing two birds with one stone.

When the uncle heard it, he was pleasantly surprised: "Are you a Chinese medicine doctor?"

He has never seen such a young Chinese medicine practitioner: "The recipe of my current medicinal diet was taught to me by an old Chinese medicine practitioner. He is over 70 years old!"

Su Han in front of him is only in his early twenties, so he doesn't look like a Chinese medicine doctor.

"I am indeed a Chinese medicine expert, a Chinese medicine expert from the National Medical Hall," Su Han said with a smile, "Now you can find it on the website, how could I lie to you, old man?"

The uncle laughed and nodded again and again: "I'm sorry, sorry, I just think Chinese medicine practitioners should be old people. I've never seen such a young one. It's not because I doubt you."

Su Han didn't care. He was young, and it wasn't the first time he was suspected. The uncle didn't mean anything malicious.

"Big brother, can you really help us?" The little girl wore a shofar braid, blinked her big eyes, raised her head, her face was full of surprise and curiosity.

Su Han squatted down, looked at the little girl at the same level, and said with a smile: "Of course, big brother is a good boy, but he never lies. Do you have paper and pen, can you give them to big brother?"

"Yeah!" The little girl ran into the store immediately, and quickly got the paper and pen for her homework.

Su Han took the paper and pen and began to write.

Lin Meiyu stood on the side, stunned, she was a little man, he was really omnipotent, he even knew how to prepare medicinal food.

It's not surprising that Su Han is an expert in traditional Chinese medicine with superb medical skills, so he must be very proficient in it.

After a while, Su Han wrote down several kinds of medicinal diet prescriptions in one breath, and even wrote clearly what the constitution and disease effects were.

"These kinds of medicinal diets that ordinary people usually use are enough."

Su Han handed the medicinal recipe to the owner of the porridge shop. The uncle hurriedly stretched out his hands and took it respectfully. Looking at the prescription above, his eyes lit up.

"Thank you very much!" He has lived for most of his life, and he has dealt with medicinal food all his life. He can recognize many medicinal materials written on it, and he can tell that these are indeed medicinal food formulas.

Su Han smiled: "If you are worried, take this medicinal recipe to the National Medical Hall to find Mr. Chen, and ask him to check it again, and say that it was written by a person named Su Han, and he will know. "

The uncle took a deep breath, nodded again and again, his eyes were full of gratitude.

Su Han just came here to buy porridge, but he helped him so much, it was like giving himself a way out!

"Young man, I really don't know what to say, I..." The uncle's voice was a little choked up.

He didn't know Su Han before, but he was willing to help him like this. You must know that for many people, this kind of medicinal recipe is a commercial secret, and it is impossible to disclose it!

This can represent money, and you can earn a lot!

But Su Han wrote to himself as soon as he picked up a pen, without caring at all, as if to him, it was just the most common thing.

Su Han stroked the little girl's head and said with a smile: "Uncle, selling medicinal food is also a good deed. If others eat your medicinal food, they will be healthier. It is cause and effect. It can be regarded as a gift from me to your granddaughter."

He knelt down, looked at the little girl and said, "You have to study hard and take good care of grandpa. Maybe big brother will come over to drink porridge with you."

"Well, I will definitely study hard and become a Chinese medicine doctor in the future!" In the little girl's mind, she remembered that Su Han said that she was a Chinese medicine doctor.

In her impression, Chinese medicine is the most powerful and kindest!

What she said made Su Han and others laugh out loud. Being a Chinese medicine doctor is good, anyway, Su Han thinks so.

The uncle packed some herbal porridge for Su Han, and refused to charge for anything, calling for Su Han to come and have a look when he had time.

Su Han was holding two boxes of medicated porridge in one hand, and Lin Meiyu in the other, feeling good.

"This medicinal recipe is precious to others, not to mention several recipes, but none of them are willing to be known by outsiders."

Lin Meiyu looked at Su Han and said with a smile, "It's good for you, just give it to someone you don't know."

It is like a treasure to others, and can create huge wealth, but in Su Han's eyes, medicinal food is medicinal food, and its function is to help people recuperate their bodies, let alone help the grandparents and grandchildren, why not do it?

"I didn't think about this aspect before. I think there is still a lot of room for the development of medicinal diet."

Su Han turned his head to look at Lin Meiyu, and said with a smile, "If I open a medicinal food restaurant, will you be my proprietress?"

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