Practicing business and practicing medicine

In Lijin, the Sichuan cuisine business is average. Bian Mu believes that the lack of innovation is the main reason.

To this day, although Bian Mu is not very popular in Lijin, he is not inferior to all his peers in the local area. The fundamental reason is that he dares to break through the professional barriers, old customs and outdated concepts of traditional Chinese medicine... He dares to innovate boldly and practice cautiously, and his technical breakthroughs come one after another.

Bian Mu has been diligent since he was a child, and his mother is relatively strict. In the second semester of the second year of junior high school, Bian Mu started to help in the kitchen at home. He is smart, and his cooking skills are naturally improving day by day.

The waiter brought all the dishes, and Bian Mu glanced around and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong? I'll ask them to change it!" Wen Xueye said quickly.

"That's not the case. It's not original. For this milky golden marigold pastry, you have to start cooking quickly when the oil temperature reaches 70%. The chef in the back kitchen is really experienced! The boneless beef tendon needs to be fermented for at least three hours. Looking at its appearance... it can only be considered as blanching. In addition, this thing needs to be steamed for an hour over high heat. It is estimated that they only steamed it for half an hour at most when preparing the ingredients. People who often cook can tell at a glance. Fortunately, the beef tendon is the freshest in the market. If you don't take it too seriously, the taste should be acceptable." To ease the atmosphere, Bian Mu deliberately picked out some thorns.

"No way! No matter what you do, you are like practicing medicine... Very serious? It's okay, I'll ask them to redo it!" Wen Xueye originally wanted to say "very serious", but felt a little rude, so she changed her words temporarily.

"No need! The kitchen is smoky and the chefs have a hard time. In the past two years, the catering industry has expanded rapidly, and the quality is inevitably uneven. Other aspects are satisfactory, it doesn't matter."

"Hehe... I hope you don't mind. Next time I have to carefully select a decent restaurant."

"Not really! I come from a poor family, so I don't have so many requirements." Seeing that the waiters at each table had dispersed, and the diners at the two tables next to them got up to pay the bill and left after eating and drinking, Bian Mu smiled and made some polite remarks.

The two chatted while eating.

"The one you are talking about... How do you usually call him?" Bian Mu asked with a smile.

"It should be how he calls me. He has to call me little aunt!"

"Oh! You are so senior!"

"That's right! We have been close since we were young, otherwise he would not have entrusted me to do such things for him! He has been very cautious since he was a child, it's natural."

"Is that so... Then... Remember Fan Jin passed the imperial examination!" Bian Mu smiled and reminded.

"The Fan Jin in The Scholars? Oh... you mean my old nephew suffered from 'phlegm blocking the mind' because of his anger?!"

Smiling slightly, Bian Mu replied with a smile: "Just the opposite!"

"That is..."

"The heart pulse is just a general term in traditional Chinese medicine. When encountering a specific patient, we have to analyze it in detail. Under the heart pulse, there is the heart string. Your relative has some problems with the heart string. Fan Jin was suddenly stimulated by great joy and was caught off guard. His lungs There was a slipknot on the string, and after fainting, he was pinched on the Ren Zhong to wake him up, and then he became confused and insane. After his father-in-law slapped him, he was a butcher! He had a lot of strength in his hands. With one slap, the lung qi vibrated, and the slipknot on the lung string was untied at once. The lung qi surged up, the phlegm gathered, and the phlegm was spit out, and the person was fine. Your relative is just the opposite of him. "Speaking of this, Bian Mu stopped drinking and poured himself a cup of warm and suitable mung bean soup and drank a few sips.

Wen Xueye didn't understand much at all, so she naturally stared at Bian Mu intently, waiting for him to continue.

"Fan Jin had a miserable life in the first half of his life. He was always hungry and full. From the perspective of Chinese medicine, it was thanks to his long years of poverty that his lung meridian and lung string were as clear as water, and so was his heart pulse. Although he was poor, he did not have any fatal diseases. If he had eaten too much all day, his father-in-law would have slapped him, and he would have either died of anger on the spot or gone crazy! And it was a typical kind of 'depressed madness', which is difficult to cure for a lifetime!" Bian Mu calmly laid the groundwork.

"You mean... my old nephew is not easy to cure?"

"Well! He is much better than Fan Jin in terms of food, clothing and daily expenses, so... once there is something serious in the heart pulse, lung meridian, kidney qi..., it will take a long time to correct it! Interestingly, his life is exactly the opposite of Fan Jin's. Although he is in the business world, the underlying logic is similar. Am I right?" Bian Mu guessed with a smile.

Although she didn't say anything, Wen Xueye nodded gently.

"First poor then rich, first cheap then expensive, life is easy anyway, what if it's the other way around? First expensive then cheap? It's hard to get rid of it! If that guy is cured, it won't be a slap in the face..." At this point, Bian Mu stopped explaining, picked up a spoon and scooped some mapo tofu into the bowl and ate a few bites.

The old dish was cooked in a new way, the chef in the back kitchen finally came up with some new ideas, the spicy aroma overflowed but not much spicy, um! Not bad!

Sometimes, cooking in the kitchen is not much different from the doctor treating people, you have to be attentive!

"Then... what's going on specifically?" After all, he is her relative, Wen Xueye has to help him solve the problem, even though she doesn't like the other person's tone, she still has to shamelessly ask the other person to do his best.

"You can't listen to him. You have to see him in person. Otherwise, his life is in danger! For example... what I mentioned at the beginning... He suddenly suffocated at night, his tongue became big and numb! His airway was blocked. Almost at the same time, his brain was seriously lacking in blood oxygen, his nerve bundles gradually became paralyzed, his hands could not move, he could not make a phone call; he could not speak, he could not ask for help; he was not in control, he could not adjust his tongue, he was frozen there, and it wouldn't be long before he died!" Worried about irritating Wen Xueye again, Bian Mu deliberately lowered his voice and tried to speak calmly.

He couldn't help but take a breath, and Wen Xueye's face turned pale with fear at that time.

"I'll call and ask!" After saying that, Wen Xueye picked up her small leather bag and hurried to the terrace not far away to make a call.

Bian Mu had sharp ears. After a while, he could vaguely hear that Wen Xueye was getting a little anxious on the phone...

...

"You were right. The further symptoms are almost exactly the same as your analysis. Then... I'll make arrangements after dinner so that you two can meet?"

"Human lives are at stake! What are you waiting for? Let's go now. You can... get a spacious business car, adjust the middle row of seats, and use it as a temporary clinic. Doesn't he hate strangers? Let's respect his intentions and wear masks. I'll take his pulse, and he can say a few words to me. I'll listen with a stethoscope for a while, and then I'll get out of the car and leave. Ask him if this is okay."

"You still have a lot of ideas! I think it's okay. If he continues to be pretentious, I'll scold him... Please wait! Eat your food, I'll be back soon!" After that, Wen Xueye went downstairs with her bag.

…

At the west corner gate of “Wenhu Park”, under a century-old banyan tree, a coffee-colored high-end business car was quietly parked there, with the electric door slightly open, not tightly closed.

The rear window was half open for ventilation.

Both parties were wearing masks, and without a bit of extraordinary eyesight, it would be hard to tell who the other person was.

Sitting diagonally opposite, Bian Mu was taking the pulse of a middle-aged man…