Imperial National Treasure Class Medicinal Chef [Live]

It's different when Jian Zimo has money. First, he generously let Zuo Qiuyan become the major shareholder of "Medicine Room", and then he arrogantly rented the house next to him for another year. Update a batch, and even find the best suppliers for the medicinal materials purchased.

The plaque on the gate was replaced with Xiaozhuan written by Jian Zimo himself, engraved on camphor wood, 1.6 meters long and [-] meters wide, with the vigorous and powerful three characters of "Medicine Room", which instantly raised the restaurant's grade.

Zuo Qiuyan was very satisfied, he took Xiao Hei to stand at the door and looked at it with his hands behind his back, attracting passers-by to follow him, this look was incredible.

When did such an antique shop appear in this street?The words on this plaque are also very well written, what is the most important word?I don't understand it, but it always feels very powerful.

Passers-by silently opened the terminal——

"Crack!"

A man in a red robe is standing with his back to the camera in front of a building full of antiques. He stands tall and has long hair like ink. He realizes time and space, as if walking out of a painting.

Even the existence of the big snake beside him became a matter of course, like a ghost.

"hiss!"

When the big snake turned its head, everyone woke up instantly, and hurried to leave.

Jian Zimo could see clearly in the store, shaking his head, wondering if Xiao Hei would like to be smaller when it opened.

"Zhang Xu, why do you think Yan Yan likes these antiques so much?" Jian Zimo didn't think so when he saw him wearing a long robe at first, but he could tell that Zuo Qiuyan had a special liking for these things from the decoration shop.I just want to say that he is a fanatic. I don’t usually see him watching this kind of video or book, and I don’t buy it on purpose.

Zuo Qiuyan's love for these things is more like being influenced by others, or in other words, he is obsessed with and misses something through these things.

"I don't know." Zhang Xu shook his head, knowing that he couldn't say it.

Jian Zimo propped his chin, thought for a while, turned on the terminal, and was about to take a picture of the person outside the door. Has looked away.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xu tweeted Jian Zimo and reminded: "You have been on leave for two days, didn't you say that the live broadcast will resume today?"

"Ah, oh, yes." Jian Zimo pressed his heart, suppressed the inexplicable emotion, stood up and went back to the pharmacy.

The ingredients have been prepared long ago, so Jian Zimo organizes and opens the live broadcast room.

"The king didn't see the king. It was a depth charge. He wanted to say to the host: First, woo woo, the live broadcast is finally on. The day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, yesterday, today, four days, and I finally saw Jian Jian."

"Jian Jian is a little angel, with two depth charges. He wants to say to the anchor: I can finally come in. I have been guarding for two days. Shu Shuang, tell me, Jian Jian, where have you been these two days?"

"I'm Star Thief's father, a depth charge. He wants to say to the anchor: Ahhh, Jian Jian, please don't tell me that you are going to take the pharmacist exam."

Jian Zimo: "..."

"When will the third prince show his face, the three depth charges, he wants to say to the anchor: Star thief, father, don't talk nonsense, now there is a bloody battle for this name outside, Jian Jian's hundreds of millions of fans are not enough for others to stick their teeth ,reason."

The viewers in the live broadcast said that it was right to show their faces, and we should talk about what to eat today.

Studio:

"I don't want to know what Jian Jian has been doing these two days, and don't tell me. I just want to know, are pigeons edible? What is schisandra?"

"Schisandra Stewed Pigeon, the name sounds so dark! Woohoo, but I like it, haha, I like Jianjian's weird medicinal diet the most."

"What is this for? Recently, I followed Jian Jian to stew and eat, and I feel that my mind and body are much more stable."

"Same as above, although the medicinal materials are a bit expensive and my wallet hurts, but compared to going to the hospital, it's too cheap. I love Jian Jian, and I love medicinal food."

"Same as above, I recently stewed it for my family, and everyone blamed me for stewing things randomly. After eating, they are urging for three meals every day."

"What is schisandra? It feels like in Jian Jian's hands, any medicinal material in the world can be stewed."

"Not all medicinal materials can be stewed, everyone should treat it scientifically, trust the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine, trust me, you know?" Jian Zimo tapped the screen with his index finger, causing a howl of wolves, and the audience swiped the bullet screen one after another: Click me, I am you people.

Jian Zimo: "..."

Jian Zimo decided to ignore the live broadcast room, and said: "Pigeons nourish qi and blood, Schisandra can cure neurasthenia, regulate and inhibit the extreme restlessness of the central nervous system, everyone can learn to stew, this is a good medicinal diet."

Jian Zimo wanted to stew this today because when he woke up this morning, he saw that Zuo Qiuyan's face was much paler. He thought of the data compiled by the previous consultation. People who suffer from mania in the middle and late stages have headaches. I gave Zuo Qiuyan the pulse before, and it was the most serious he had seen so far, but Zuo Qiuyan had never told him about headaches, and seeing his face turn pale today, Jian Zimo later realized that Zuo Qiuyan had been holding on.

He clearly knew that he could cure mania, why didn't he say it?

Thinking of this, Jian Zimo was still a little frustrated, could it be that he didn't trust him?

Studio:

"Jane, Jane, what are you thinking? Your eyes are straight."

"Hee hee, does stewed pigeon remind you of something?"

"Well, I thought of a beauty," Jian Zimo smiled, and continued: "Add appropriate amount of water to the casserole, add pepper, cooking wine, schisandra and washed pigeon, boil on high heat and simmer for 10 minutes."

Studio:

"Jian Jian's cooking is still so clean and neat. I didn't realize it, so he got out of the pot."

"That's right, we haven't finished our conversation. Next time we will stew pigeons. Please don't buy processed ones. You should chat with us while you pluck the hairs. Do you understand?"

"Let's talk about beauties!"

"No, my Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic, Jian Jian, Daming Lake's Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic!"

"No, is there only soup today? Just one soup? Where's the meat?"

"Indeed, there is another dish. I originally wanted to eat fat intestines." Jian Zimo was very sorry that Zuo Qiuyan's condition was not right. The fat intestines were not spicy and lacked a bit of taste, but eating spicy food with medicinal food would affect the efficacy of the medicine. He gave up, and continued: "Get another garlic chicken wing, let's continue talking about "Plain Questions" today."

Studio

"It's finally time to start talking about "Plain Questions". I thought you forgot."

"Garlic chicken wings, it tastes delicious when you hear it, it will make your mouth water."

"Let's get started, how do we do it?"

The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't wait, and Jian Zimo made it quickly. Wash the chicken wings, add chopped garlic, light soy sauce and other seasonings, stir, put it in the refrigerator, and after 15 minutes, take it out and put tin foil on it and put it in the air fryer. Can.

While waiting, Jian Zimo had washed his hands and sat down in front of the cooking counter, posing.

Studio:

"Here we come, my favorite part is "The Yellow Emperor's Canon of Internal Medicine."

"I have already picked up the pen and paper and started to write down."

"Hey, what about us? Are we going to doze off again?"

"Actually, it's good to hear, maybe you can get a pharmacist. Speaking of pharmacists, hahaha, there's still competition outside!"

"To be honest, I don't think any of them can compare to... You know."

"I understand, I understand. I used to think that delicious food was medicinal food, but I later realized that it's up to you and me whether it's medical food or not. It's a quantum beast!"

"Stop, don't talk about them anymore, if word spreads, Jian Jian's live broadcast room will be slaughtered."

"I wipe, shut up, here they come, they are coming."

"What's the situation? Who's coming?"

"Fans of Yuwen Wenxiu and Wang Lesheng, Bluestar TV is going to hold the first 'Medicine Master' competition, a total of [-] groups of participants, the list has just been announced, apart from the two I mentioned earlier, Jian Jian is also on the list middle."

"Ah, why are you so calm? They are coming, what should we do? What should we do? Can our hundreds of millions of fans scold them?"

"Damn it, Jian Jian, you're so promising that you actually participated in the 'Medical Cuisine Master' competition."

"Damn, I'm annoying you guys, can you tell me the key points, what's wrong with participating? Jian Jian's skills and knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine can kill them in seconds!"

"Here is the important point. Here, the medicated food anchors participating in the 'Medicine Master' competition this time have more than one billion fans on the whole network, and they have been broadcasting for more than three years. Only Jian Jian is just a rookie for two or three months. The important thing is that he has less than [-] million fans, and they feel that Jian Jian came through the back door."

The audience in the live broadcast room got angry when they heard it, what's the matter?Our [-] million fans are not fans anymore?

"What I said earlier was wrong. The point is, on the poster that came out, the bust of Jian Jian is next to the left hill."

Live audience: "..."

Jian Zimo: "..."

"Yo, here we come, let's see who is related to them, and suppressed both Yuwen Wenxiu and Wang Lesheng."

"What the hell, why should we stand at the same level as Xiuxiu? Brown is blind! Our family's class has been lowered."

"That's right, I'm still standing on the left, the left is the big one, the right is the small one, do you have a say in the world of medicinal food?"

"Ahhh, Le fans, kill me here, even a small anchor dares to suppress Lele, it really seems that we have no one in Lele."

"Sensible retirement, we music fans have always been kind to others, otherwise don't blame us for being rude."

A group of angry people suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room, crazily insulting, neither Jian Zimo nor the live broadcast room reacted, or the audience who came to report the news reacted quickly.

"Don't go too far. It's Brown's business to arrange it. If you have any questions, ask Brown! What's more, the ranking is based on the number of fans. Zuo Qiuling only has 30 billion fans. He is in the C position. Why don't you scold him? Because he is from the royal family, right! Do you want to be ashamed to only pick soft persimmons?"

"That's right, this is a matter of the program team, and has nothing to do with us, Jianjian. Don't really pretend that we are gone."

"It's too much. It's the first time I saw a fan slaughter someone else's live broadcast room. Although I came in by accident, I am a fan of Jian Zimo at this moment. If you want to scold, I will accompany you."

"It's not the first time for them, isn't it slaughtered less? How many newcomers have been forced out of the circle by them."

"You fans, don't be stupid. A newcomer didn't go through the back door. Twenty people, can he stand next to the C position? People with unspoken rules like this should be banned."

"So, shouldn't Zuo Qiuling be the first to be banned? Why are you here?"

There was a sudden quarrel in the live broadcast room, but because the home court was Jian Zimo, even though they had a lot of fans, they couldn't gather all of them for a while, and they were temporarily at a disadvantage, but even so, Jian Zimo was not very happy.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the audience in the live broadcast room was so frightened that they lost their voices for a moment, and looked at Jian Zimo who was slashing on the chopping board with a knife in horror.

Standing tall, holding a kitchen knife, the handsome face with picturesque brows is as cold as frost, and the dark and deep eyes are quietly watching the live broadcast room.

Everyone was silent!

For a moment, the corner of his mouth was stained with a smile, but there was no warmth. He said: "See the truth on the field, and then quarrel in the live broadcast room..."

Everyone held their breath!

"Close the barrage!"

My fans: "..."

Fans from another family making trouble: "..."