Chapter Seventy-Five: Mimi is Mature

  "Not long ago, Chudu's Changjin Restaurant challenged the old place that had just been upgraded to a five-star hotel, and I was invited along with Laochang to be judges..."

  Yang Cai laughed as he told the story of 'Tian Shang Pai' pickled radish's great achievements. When it came to the exciting part, not only did Gu Zhiwei, this old foodie, but even Gu Liang, who was usually serious and stern, couldn't help but show a drooling expression.

  When Yang Cai opened the glass jar and smelled that fresh, spicy and savory flavor, this guy had obviously eaten breakfast, but he still sat down in front of Old Man Gu with a thick face, stretched out his claws and picked up a piece of radish to put in his mouth.

  "Hmm!"

  Just a bite, Gu Liangyou's face changed, he dared to bet five cents, even if it was the "little heaven" of Zhou Nan City, the fresh abalone would not be comparable to the taste of this pickled radish, let alone the infinite wonder of this pickled radish that only exists in heaven.

  Gu Zhiwei was even faster, and had already swallowed a piece of pickled radish. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and his appetite opened up greatly. This one piece of pickled radish made him feel refreshed, and with it to accompany his rice, even the most difficult-to-drink congee became a fine product from the Nan Water Palace in the Imperial City.

  The old man drank two big mouthfuls of porridge with great enthusiasm, intending to pick up a piece of radish to eat, but suddenly saw his son running into the kitchen and scooping out a bowl of eight-treasure congee to sit opposite him, staring at the small can of Tian Shang brand radish with shining eyes; instantly vigilant, he grabbed the glass jar into his arms and glared: "Haven't you eaten already? So late and still not leaving, don't delay the meeting again."

  "As you said, eating a piece of radish can delay how much time? Besides, I'm the leader, there's only the rule of going late, what's the reason for going early?"

  "Dad, can I have one more piece?"

  "No way!"

  Gu Zhiwei held the jar of pickled vegetables in his hands, his old face flushing red as he said: "This pickled vegetable is not an ordinary product, your father's future depends on it to make a living, if you eat it, it's a waste, you...you dare to be unfilial?"

  "Go, I'm not eating anymore, what's wrong with that?" Gu Liangyou said helplessly: "It's just a can of pickled vegetables, I'll buy more for you later. Yang Cai, where did you buy this from? How come it doesn't even have regular packaging? Alright, you go and buy a few more cans for Uncle Gu..."

  "Hey, Uncle Gu, you must be buying Chinese cabbage, there's as much as you want!"

  Yang Cai smiled and shook her head, saying: "This is the limited edition pickled vegetables from the old place, the price has been driven up to 8,888 yuan per kilogram, even more expensive than abalone."

  "Yeah, it's a bit pricey, but it's worth the money......" Gu Liang glanced at the small glass jar in his father's arms and couldn't help licking his lips again: "When I get back, Uncle will give me the money, would you mind helping me buy a dozen or so catties?" Although he only had one piece earlier, he was already hooked on this pickled radish. Eight thousand yuan per catty was quite intimidating for ordinary people, but for someone of his status as a deputy provincial official, it wasn't a big deal.

  "It's all gone now, I heard it's already sold out." Yang Cai shook her head and said: "This pickled radish was originally made by the food consultant of Lao Di Fang, they're not a sauce factory, the quantity is limited; if I wasn't helping Lao Di Fang promote on my column, I wouldn't have gotten any either. This jar was specially left for Master Gu, the rest were either taken by Old Chang, Old Sun and Old Yun or eaten by myself..."

  "Oh no! What a waste, what a waste of good things!"

  Gu Zhīwèi was still full of hope, looking at Yang Cai, but after hearing her say this, he couldn't help but stamp his foot and clench his chest: "You're confused, girl! Old Chang is okay, after all, he's someone who has compiled the 'Tianxia Caipu' (a famous cookbook); but Old Yun and Old Sun are just two amateur players! If you give them this radish to eat, isn't that a waste...?"

  The old man was anxious, and even the amateur players came out. Looking at Yang Cai, he hated iron but couldn't make steel. He thought to himself, "You should have left all this for Grandpa Gu." How could you scatter such good things everywhere? I've been pampering you in vain!

  "Dad, don't worry, the food consultant at our usual place won't pickle these radishes? I...I'll send someone to visit him and ask him to help us pickle some too."

  Gu Liang was clever this time and spoke very politely, afraid that Old Master would glare at him again and lecture.

  "Uncle Gu, you'd better give up... " Yang Cai laughed and said: "I've asked several times already, but the old place just won't reveal the identity of this food consultant... However, hehehe..."

  This girl suddenly had a sly smile on her face, just like a little fox preparing to steal chickens.

  ***

  Lao Wu's wife called, originally they were planning to come to Zhou Yi before the Mid-Autumn Festival to reunite, since Zhou Yi patted his chest and said he could cure his wife's social phobia, then it's better to wait until after the festival, otherwise just the treatment would take two months, and running back and forth wouldn't be convenient.

  I've lost track of time, even the Mid-Autumn Festival is almost forgotten. After answering Old Five's phone call, I called my parents in France and found out that my second sister's foreign husband had made a comeback, and she was pregnant again. It's unclear whether this baby will have thicker Chinese characteristics or lean towards French features; my parents obviously hope for the former.

  With such great news, my parents are definitely not coming back for the holiday, and can only share the joy over the phone. Zhou Yi also called his older sister in Haikou, who had been considering divorce recently, but now they've made up and even mentioned wanting to make up for their honeymoon, it seems like they're too busy with their own affairs to care about him.

  Big sister asked if Zhou Yi was going to Haicheng for the holiday, and after thinking about it, he said forget it. Mid-Autumn Festival is not a major holiday anyway, and he had never heard of a younger brother-in-law running to his older brother-in-law's house for the holiday. Besides, he knew that his sister's husband, who worked at the third-rate hospital in Haicheng, was a modern-day Yan Junshan who could squeeze two halves out of one penny, so it was better not to add trouble for him.

  This Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhou Yi is destined to have fun with the folks from Yunshui Mountain. Fortunately, Yunshui Mountain is still within Shandong Province, so it's not like he's leaving his hometown in shame, and there aren't many sorrowful feelings of parting. Zhou Yi has this good point - although sometimes he also plays the role of a philosopher, at his core he's still a straightforward, lazy, and slightly rough person. Unlike Old Wu Zuo Zhu, who is a modern-day tragic genius; if he were born in ancient times, he would be able to write poetry with blood and tears; if he were among women, he would be a Xiao Lin Daiyu...

  Before the festival, there were two good things. One was that the green rice had matured; Zhou Yi didn't use a combine harvester and relied on his robust physical strength to harvest all the rice, dry it in the sun, remove the grains, and store them like treasures in the underground room.

  These two acres of land produced over 1,300 kilograms, with the Green Sprout Fragrant Accumulation variety of excellent rice. With just a few dozen to one ratio mixed with other grains, even an ordinary brewer can produce top-notch five-grain liquor or expensive Mao-tai wine. Not to mention Zhou Yi still has a ninth-grade magical artifact that can transform him into the modern-day "God of Wine" at any time.

  He was also looking forward to this, and the good wine brewed from the green rice would be left for himself to enjoy, which was absolutely not for sale. The only thing that made him regretful was that according to the system's instructions, the green rice could not be kept for seed, even if he managed to keep some, it couldn't be cultivated into seedlings; this kind of setting made people want to cry without tears, meaning that if he wanted to eat good rice, he would have to spend a lot of money and be exploited by the system in the long run...

  The second good thing is that Erkuai's hair finally has a direction. Although Zhou Yi couldn't successfully trigger the corresponding qigong skill, the breakthrough that night in front of the purple bamboo forest allowed him to gather enough internal energy to use the '9th level Qi Pulse Hand' for a short time. Under the pulse diagnosis of the 9th level Qi Pulse Hand, he finally discovered that the 'Yin-Yang Zheng Xie' theory, which had been hanging and uncertain in Chinese medicine, was indeed real.

  According to the theory of Chinese medicine, the human body is a small universe, with the five elements circulating and yin-yang in harmony. When the vital energy rises, all diseases do not occur. All diseases are nothing but dampness evil. However, this theory is mysterious and cannot be verified at all. Not to mention Western medicine, even some Chinese doctors themselves are half-believing and half-doubting. When Zhou Yi diagnosed the pulse for Er Lai Zi before, because he couldn't use the "Nine-level Qi Pulse Hand", he could only start from the pulse shape and pulse trend, so the conclusion naturally couldn't penetrate deeply to find the real source of the disease.

  Now with the help of internal energy, Zhou Yi soon discovered that there was a stream of evil energy flowing in Er Lai Zi's body, lurking deep within. It was just that Er Lai Zi's physical quality was better, so this evil energy could not penetrate into the five organs and six meridians, but instead attacked the heavenly court spirit platform, causing large-scale hair loss.

  Found the cause of the disease, Zhou Yi has a hundred ways to help Er Lai Zi eliminate evil and promote good health. Now the treatment has started. On Er Lai Zi's bald head, green hair buds have begun to appear, and he is so happy that he runs around in the village every day, telling everyone that Uncle Zhou will cure his illness, and this time he will definitely find a wife. The villagers all smile and say, with Dr. Zhou around, we are blessed...

  Nowadays, Zhou Yi has completely blended into the Yunshui Village; in the eyes of the villagers, Dr. Zhou is as close to them as their own family and brothers.

  Ps: Thanks to 'Fantasy Wind' and 'Rong Rong Gu' for urging me to update, still 'Rong Rong Gu' is lovely and pleasant, knowing that I'm handicapped, she donated 3000 : ) Wind Music brother, you're always teasing me, not a good kid : ) Hehe......

  Thank you 'Handsome Sosuke' for the reward, do you like your character? I changed the name to Zuozhu, not that I don't respect you, it's just that the name Sosuke doesn't suit a Chinese person, hope you'll like it:)

  Finally, thank you to friends who clicked on recommendations and collections, thank you:)

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