Chapter 213

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

Scalper Uncle grew more excited as he spoke, already thinking about how to write his will.

Who knew that the next second, Zhou Zhengbang took out a pair of reading glasses from the drawer and put them on, muttering: "It's over, my presbyopia has gotten worse again; without glasses I can't even read the words on the report..."

Scalper Uncle froze in place, taking several seconds to recover.

He slowly slid back into his chair, staring at Zhou Zhengbang for a long while, and squeezed out: "Doctor, can you... not speak so loudly? My heart is about to jump out!"

Zhou Zhengbang seriously looked at the report, nodding from time to time, then raised his wrist to check his watch, casually saying: "You came a bit late..."

Hearing this, Scalper Uncle's nerves, which had just relaxed, tightened again.

"Doctor, is my illness incurable? I only occasionally feel pain a few times, I thought it wasn't a big illness..."

His voice grew quieter and quieter, his tone full of regret.

"Who said it's incurable?"

Zhou Zhengbang put down the examination report, looking at him speechlessly: "I mean you came too late; the hospital pharmacy is off work now, you can't get medicine today, you'll have to wait until tomorrow."

"Hey! Doctor, can you stop scaring me?"

Scalper Uncle let out a long sigh of relief again, almost collapsing into his chair, feeling his back damp.

Zhou Zhengbang gave him a white-eye look and didn't respond.

He was somewhat puzzled in his heart, why was this person so impatient?

Was it that I spoke too loudly, or that you only heard half of what was said?

"Doctor, tomorrow is tomorrow, it's fine, as long as it's not serious!"

Scalper Uncle patted his thigh, feeling his hanging heart had finally landed.

But just as he relaxed, Zhou Zhengbang's words made his heart hang again.

"But your illness... actually there's no need to take any medicine; you'd better go home and rest well."

Zhou Zhengbang picked up the examination report again and faintly said a sentence.

Scalper Uncle instantly felt a bolt from the blue fall on his head, widening his eyes with a crying tone: "Doctor, what do you mean by this? Is my illness incurable?"

This time he was even thinking about where to bury himself.

"What nonsense are you talking?"

Zhou Zhengbang couldn't help but roll his eyes, pushing the examination report in front of him: "I mean your gastritis is almost healed, the inflammation has basically subsided, no need to take medicine anymore."

Scalper Uncle finally reacted, looking at Zhou Zhengbang with a resentful face: "Doctor, I just said, can you not speak so loudly? You say one sentence after another, even someone without illness would be scared into illness by you!"

Zhou Zhengbang shook his head, took off his glasses and looked at Scalper Uncle, saying with a serious face: "After you go back, eat whatever you want to eat, go wherever you want to play."

Scalper Uncle's heart rose again; he had heard this line many times on TV.

On TV, doctors say this to every patient with a terminal illness.

Could it be true this time?

He stared at Zhou Zhengbang, almost crying: "Doctor, tell me the truth, my stomach disease is just a complication, right? So I'm still incurable?"

"Where did you think?"

Zhou Zhengbang rubbed his somewhat swollen temples: "Isn't it almost autumn? Let you eat more, exercise, increase resistance, so you won't catch a cold easily."

Scalper Uncle suddenly stood up, feeling that in these few minutes, his soul had been scared away several times.

He covered his thumping heart, feeling his whole body soft: "Doctor, my heart is beating fast from your scaring, I need to get an ECG!"

If Zhou Zhengbang weren't a doctor, Scalper Uncle really wanted to beat him up.

Zhou Zhengbang was amused by him, pointing with his finger outside the door: "Cardiology is on the fifth floor; when you go out, close the door for me."

Scalper Uncle grabbed the examination report on the table and hummed unhappily.

Walking to the door with a depressed face, he deliberately closed it hard.

With a "bang," the sound of closing the door shook the banner on the wall in the room.

Zhou Zhengbang, who was about to close his eyes and rest, was startled by the noise, staring at the door with dissatisfaction, muttering: "What kind of quality does this person have?"

Scalper Uncle, leaving the director's office, of course didn't go to the fifth floor to check his heart.

He went all the way down to the first floor and walked out of the hospital gate.

Along the way, he was still cursing: "What a lousy director! Speaking like squeezing toothpaste; I knew I shouldn't have come, even someone without illness would be scared into trouble by you!"

Scalper Uncle checked the time; it was already eight-thirty, and the queue spots at Food Street were no longer easy to sell.

But this didn't stop him from going to Lu Feng's shop to eat.

Anyway, nothing wrong was found with his body, which was also a good thing; today he'd go eat and then go home early.

Go to Food Street early tomorrow and keep queuing to earn money!

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At the door of Lu Family Restaurant on Food Street, the queuing diners smelled the fragrance, each one longing eagerly.

Lu Feng in the kitchen finished the things at hand; this time he was preparing to stew the Lion's Head in the pot, preparing for the final step.

During the cooking just now, Lu Feng hadn't neglected the Lion's Head stewing in the pot.

Every so often he would come over to listen to the sound in the pot, judge the thickness of the soup/juice, and constantly adjust the heat.

The Lion's Head had been stewing for a while; he felt the time was about right.

Lu Feng slowly lifted the pot lid; a wave of heat wrapped in rich meat fragrance and the mellow sauce rushed toward him.

The Lion's Head in the pot was no longer the golden yellow just after frying; now it had absorbed the soup/juice, and the color had turned dark brown.

Lu Feng picked up his chopsticks and gently poked it once, able to feel the Lion's Head's tenderness.

Next it was time to reduce the sauce.

Lu Feng brought over a small bowl of corn starch mixed with warm water and prepared in advance, then reached out and turned the gas stove to maximum.

The soup in the pot immediately came to a boil, and he slowly poured the water starch into the pot in three portions.

As the water starch touched the soup, white ripples spread in circles; Lu Feng held his spoon, pressing against the bottom of the pot to gently stir it even.

His movements were slow yet precise, and under his practiced handling, the soup in the pot grew thick.

Reducing the sauce and thickening with starch seemed simple, but actually required precise control of the heat and the amount of water starch.

It not only required knowing the changes in heat like the back of one's hand, but also required flexibly adjusting the heat multiple times.

It also required relying on keen observation and rich experience to accurately judge the thickness of the soup.

Some people, when reducing the sauce, just turn on high heat, pour in the water starch, stir a few times, and once they feel it's about right, take it out of the pot.

Little do they know that doing it this way results either in the sauce not being reduced thoroughly enough and not thick enough, or easily scorching the bottom of the pot.

Throughout the entire process Lu Feng had not the slightest hesitation or thought, as if this Lion's Head dish with its complex procedure was as simple as Tomato Scrambled Eggs.

Lu Feng turned off the gas stove, and the residual heat in the pot still made the soup tremble slightly.

The Lion's Heads swayed gently in the pot, each one coated with a layer of thick sauce.

"Boss, these are Lion's Heads, right? They look so delicious!"

Hu Xiaoyun, who had been busy in the hall for a while, stood at the kitchen door, looking at the glistening Lion's Heads in the pot one by one, unable to help swallowing her saliva and involuntarily saying.

Lu Feng smiled, gently scooping up a Lion's Head with his spoon: "Does it make you hungry just smelling it? Want to try one first?"

Hu Xiaoyun was about to shake her head, when the diners outside who had long been unable to wait poked their heads out one by one at the gate.

Someone couldn't help but shout loudly toward the kitchen: "Lu Boss! It's nine o'clock! Business hours! We're almost starved to death by you!"