Pregnant with the son of a rich and powerful boss, he tried his best to coax her

Jiang Rubao was as happy as ever about Jiang Ruyi's feeding.

"Wow, roast duck!" Jiang Rubao took the takeout bag and shouted excitedly, "Third sister, I love you so much."

Jiang Ruyi said with a smile, "It took some time on the road, and the roast duck has cooled down. Xiaobao, please put the roast duck in the oven and bake it for a few more minutes. It will taste better."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Jiang Rubao said, carrying the roast duck and jumping into the kitchen.

Jiang Ruyi handed the fruit in her other hand to Liu Xiuying, turned to look at Jiang Mingyuan's disapproving eyes with a smile, and said flatteringly, "Dad, roast duck is not considered junk food, right?"

Jiang Mingyuan instantly put down the slightly raised corners of his mouth, frowned, and couldn't help but lecture, "Why doesn't it count?"

He counted them carefully on his fingers, "First, the calories are too high. Eating too much can easily lead to obesity."

"Second, too much salt increases the burden on the kidneys and increases the risk of hypertension."

"Third, trans fatty acids are too high, which affects the absorption of normal fatty acids and is detrimental to human health."

"fourth……"

Before he finished speaking, Liu Xiuying slapped off the palm he was counting with angrily, "In your eyes, you can't eat anything. Just drink air every day..."

Jiang Mingyuan flattened his mouth aggrievedly and said, "That's right. Many over-processed foods nowadays are just unhealthy."

"Moreover, the air in the city is not necessarily fresh now. There is so much car exhaust and industrial pollution..."

Liu Xiuying glanced at Jiang Mingyuan speechlessly, pulled Jiang Ruyi away, "Ignore your dad, you worry too much every day."

"If he keeps talking, there will be almost no room for him on the earth."

"Hehehe..." Jiang Ruyi was so amused by her parents that she winked playfully at Jiang Mingyuan and followed Liu Xiuying into the kitchen to wash the fruits.

Afterwards, the family sat together and had supper in a warm and affectionate manner.

"It's a pity that the eldest sister and the second sister are not here. They have no luck." Jiang Rubao said happily while chewing the duck leg, his mouth full of oil.

"Third sister, the roast duck here is so delicious. Where did you buy it?"

Jiang Ruyi arched her eyebrows and smiled, "If you like it, Third Sister will buy it for you next week."

Jiang Rubao's eyes lit up and he said sweetly, "Third sister, you really understand me."

He is now growing taller and is craving for meat every day, unable to get enough no matter how much he eats.

Jiang Mingyuan smiled and teased him, "There is no shortage of food for you at home. Look at how greedy you are. Your eldest and second sister are not here. Wouldn't it be better? You can eat more."

Jiang Rubao teased back unconvinced, "Dad, didn't you just say that roast duck is unhealthy? Then why are you still eating it?"

Jiang Mingyuan's eyes widened, he held the duck wings in his hand and said righteously, "This is what my daughter honors me with. You can eat it, why can't I eat it?"

He turned to look at Liu Xiuying and said with a smile, "Honey, it's okay to eat a little occasionally. Besides, none of our family members are fat, and there is no family history of high blood pressure. Don't be afraid..."

Liu Xiuying angrily stuffed a grape into Jiang Mingyuan's mouth, "With so much food, I can't even close your mouth."

"Try the grapes my daughter bought this time. They are so sweet."

Jiang Mingyuan chewed twice and gave Jiang Ruyi a thumbs up, "The grapes I chose this time are good. You were probably tricked by the boss last time."

Jiang Ruyi smiled knowingly. If she were allowed to choose the grapes tonight, she would probably still think the sour ones she bought last time were delicious.

She just ate two of this kind of sweet ones, and she felt a little greasy and lost her appetite.

However, she was also very satisfied to see her parents and little brother eating happily.

Jiang Mingyuan finished chewing the duck wings and wiped his hands, as if he remembered something, "By the way, Ruyi, a few days ago, two elderly people came to the hospital and they said they were introduced by you."

When Jiang Ruyi heard this, she immediately thought that it should be the two old men who went to the winery before, "Is one surnamed Lu and the other Zhou?"

Jiang Mingyuan nodded, "Yes, one is indeed named Lu and the other is Zhou. It seems that you really introduced them."

Jiang Mingyuan turned to look at his wife and boasted proudly, "Ruyi is so powerful now that she helps the medical clinic advertise."

"It must be because dad has good medical skills that I dare to spread the word."

Jiang Ruyi's flattery was just right, and Jiang Mingyuan was in a very appropriate mood, "That's because your father and I are not bragging about our medical skills. This is passed down from our ancestors in the Jiang family."

"It's a pity that among you four siblings, only your second sister is willing to inherit my mantle."

"As a result, they changed the route for me halfway."

Speaking of this, Jiang Mingyuan suddenly felt regretful.

After a moment, he stared at Jiang Rubao with burning eyes, "Xiaobao, do you want to consider continuing to go to the medical clinic to learn Chinese medicine from dad?"

"Even if you don't become a doctor in the future, it won't hurt to learn more skills."

The four children all received Chinese medicine enlightenment when they were young. From the time they could speak, Jiang Mingyuan taught them to recite "Song of Soup".

When I got older, I started to memorize the "Huangdi Neijing", "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", etc.

There used to be a second-in-command, Jiang Ruyu, who was really talented in this area, and I was also interested in it.

The last four, it seems, is also talented.

It's a pity that I am too playful and only treat Chinese medicine as a hobby, and I can't calm down to study it seriously.

Jiang Rubao suddenly had a head as big as an ox, "Dad, please spare me. You have a second sister in such a small medical clinic. Isn't it enough?"

Jiang Rubao held up the duck leg in his hand, pointed out the window, and said with joy, "My goal is the stars and the sea. That is related to the future destiny of our humanity, and it is much more important than you, a Chinese medicine doctor."

"Dad, you can't hold back humans."

Jiang Mingyuan glared at Jiang Rubao speechlessly, "The fate of mankind is too far away. It is better to pay attention to the fate of each individual in a down-to-earth manner. There is no conflict between the two."

"My job is to help each individual change their destiny and free them from the pain of illness. This is also a very noble profession, okay?"

"You kid, you are just so conceited and so ambitious. Don't rely on your own cleverness to not be practical at all..."

The long lecture from dad, chattering endlessly, is here again?

Jiang Rubao curled his lips and winked at Jiang Ruyi.

Jiang Ruyi laughed knowingly and quickly interrupted, "Dad, is Mr. Zhou's waist okay?"

As soon as he mentioned the patient's condition, Jiang Mingyuan's thoughts were instantly diverted, "Ah... Uncle Zhou's waist?"

Jiang Mingyuan paused for a moment, and immediately said proudly, "His waist, I'm not exaggerating, he might not be able to do it anywhere else, but as long as he comes to me..."

"I gave him acupuncture, massage, medicinal compresses, and a few courses of treatment, and he was able to recover at least 60%."

Jiang Mingyuan said, stretched out the hand that was not grabbing the duck's wings, and made a "six" gesture without hesitation.

When it comes to his own profession, Jiang Mingyuan has always been confident and conceited.

It's a pity that he is too upright, unlike some famous Chinese doctors who like to exaggerate and promote their medical skills.

He spread the medical skills so mysteriously that he attracted patients from all over the country to come to seek medical treatment.

Jiang Ruyi looked at the upright "six" gesture, couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth, and praised insincerely, "Wow, Dad, you are so awesome."

I don’t know if Mr. Zhou went all the way to a small medical clinic and heard a figure that could only restore 60%, would he think that his trip was in vain?

For people like them, there should be no shortage of powerful physical therapists at home, right?