923: C923 An Old Tcm Pill

C923 An Old Tcm Pill

Yang Soong cooked a pot of beef balls, starting from the beef mince, to the rice balls, and finally the rice balls. The whole process took less than half an hour.

The whole process was dazzling.

Each pot could welcome a hundred people for dinner. It could be said that they could fly at a high speed.

Yang Soong, as a chef, managed to produce the speed of a farmer's hand.

At most, he would wait for less than half an hour for each guest.

It only took twenty minutes to reach the end.

Yang Soong cooked the meatball and told Meng Shihan to look at the pot. He started another round of beating the beef again.

His nose was very good. He could accurately smell the fragrance of the urine beef balls floating out of the pot.

It was best to beat the beef in one go.

It wouldn't take that long to cook the beef balls, so Yang Soong could only speed up.

The speed of the hammer increased, and the rhythm became stronger.

Some people in the team even began to sway along with the rhythm!

"I didn't expect to be able to experience live concerts while waiting to eat Brother Song's dishes."

The guests weren't alone at all.

After Yang Soong sped up, he only needed twenty minutes to urinate the beef balls in each pot.

He was so busy that he did not even have time to wipe his sweat. Meng Shihan could only help him wipe his sweat with a gap.

After cooking three more pots, Meng Shihan pulled Yang Soong back and said, "Wash your face and rest for a while."

It was her own wife who felt sorry for the man.

It was summer and Yang Soong was sweating a lot. No matter how Meng Shihan wiped his face, Yang Soong's face still turned red from the sweat.

He needed to cool down.

The customers waiting in line felt their hearts ache.

"Brother Song, you should rest for a while. We are not in a hurry to eat."

"Your health is important."

"Take care, Brother Song."

They didn't make it in time for the meal in the morning. They didn't want to leave, so they just queued for lunch.

At this time, more than half of the business hours in the afternoon had passed, but Yang Soong had not stopped since the morning.

Logically speaking, after the business hours in the morning had ended, it was not noon yet, so Yang Soong should have some time to rest.

In fact, it was not like that.

After the morning business was over, Yang Soong immediately hung up the soup again.

The customers came too violently. The soup prepared in advance could only last until noon.

In order to let the customers eat the peeing beef pill at night, Yang Soong hung up a new soup and started the business early in the afternoon.

Up until now, he had already received more than a thousand customers. Two more pots would be two thousand.

"Brother Song, you rest. We are really not in a hurry to eat."

Yang Soong frowned. "Business hours are not over yet."

He did not want to stop, but he obediently went to wash his face and ran back.

Meng Shihan could not persuade him. Yang Soong cooked two more pots and the business hours at noon only ended.

There was an old man dressed in cotton-padded Tang clothing who was actually waiting for Yang Soong.

"Brother Song -"

Yang Soong's face fell. "You are at least sixty," he said. "You can't call me Brother Song.

"I don't dare, I don't dare. What can I do for you?"

The old man's hair was almost completely white, but he looked very strong and energetic.

"Brother Song."

It was the second time.

Yang Soong quickly waved his hand. "Please tell me if you need anything. Please don't call me that."

The old man was also a regular customer in the shop. He was so old that Yang Soong did not want him to call him brother.

"This is honorifics. Brother Song, you are a capable man. I respect you, not your age." He paused and said, "My name is Lu Yonghe. I am a TCM doctor. I know some massage techniques."

Yang Soong nodded and called Doctor Lu.

Lu Yonghe continued, "You are tired and your muscles are tense. When you relax later, you will definitely feel uncomfortable. I want to give you a massage to make you feel more comfortable, so that you will not have any problems in the future."

Long-term and high-intensity work was the source of occupational disease.

Yang Soong did not expect it. "You have been waiting all this time just to give me a massage?"

Lu Yonghe had waited for at least an hour.

"You are a good chef." Lu Yonghe's reason was so simple.

"I am in good health. I just need to rest for a while." Yang Soong felt embarrassed and did not plan to trouble the old man.

"Brother Song, how many years do you plan to cook in the future?"

Yang Soong had never thought of this question. "I know how to cook for a lifetime. I like cooking very much."

Being able to cook until old age was Yang Soong's pursuit.

"Then I have to give you a massage." "Your body needs maintenance," Lu Yonghe said. " If you don't love it, it doesn't love you. "

Yang Soong also felt that massage was not impossible. It was just that a customer suddenly came to give him a massage.

It was too sudden.

"Brother Song, listen to me. Occupational diseases are a nightmare that no one can escape. It's very complicated, such as scapula, cervical spondylosis, varicose veins, and cyst on the wrist. Furthermore, this occupational disease is getting younger and younger. Brother Song, you are so young and you are putting in so much effort. You have to take preventive measures."

Lu Yonghe was indeed a professional. He kept talking. "For example, Brother Song, you have done so many diabetes today. It is a great pressure on your progress, your cervical spine, and wrist. If you don't relax in time and accumulate it, it will be a chronic disease. As the saying goes, illness comes like a landslide..."1

Yang Soong admitted defeat. "Thank you for giving me a massage."

"Okay!" Lu Yong had achieved his goal and was beaming with joy. He could not help but brag, "Brother Song, I'm not bragging. In Luocheng, no one has better massage skills than me. I'm a professional TCM doctor. My theoretical knowledge is solid. I have been practicing medicine for many years, and I have more experience. In addition, my body is healthy and I have a lot of strength. In the world of massage, my reputation is great. I say number two. No one dares to claim to be number one. "

This was the first time Yang Soong had met such a talkative old doctor.

Meng Shihan was originally a little worried. This old man was indeed too good at talking.

When she noticed the helpless look in Yang Soong's eyes, she found it interesting again.

Lu Yonghe pressed Yang Soong with his hand. His acupuncture point was accurate, his technique was practiced, and his strength was moderate.

Professional.

Meng Shihan's heart relaxed.

Yang Soong also felt that it was quite mysterious. The way this old man massaged and pressed was indeed very strange. He could not help but relax.

Yang Soong, who had never massaged before, did not understand. "Some people don't massage until they cry and cry?"

Why was he so comfortable?

"Brother Song, you can't use too much strength for your first massage." Lu Yonghe said, "I'll loosen your muscles and bones first. Otherwise, if you use too much strength, your skin will ache and you won't be able to use too much strength later."

Two hours later, Yang Soong still had to cook.

He was a workaholic.

"Thank you for your consideration." Meng Shihan was touched.

Yang Soong was very busy every day. Although she knew how to massage, she was still not as good as Old TCM.

"Brother Song, your muscles are too stiff. You need to recuperate. In the future, I will massage you every three days." Lu Yonghe said, "Next time, I have to bring my medical kit and give you a few acupuncture needles."

"Don't bother. Where are you going to diagnose?" Yang Soong did not intend to let the old man come to his house to serve him every time.

"What kind of trouble is this? I ate and pressed the button." Lu Yonghe continued, "I still need to use medicinal oil. I made it myself. Next time, I'll bring it over and give you a good massage. If you sleep well again, your body will be even more relaxed."

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