Shi Jiajia laughed, she was so happy that she was so happy. She took two or three bites of breakfast, and then went back to the room to look in front of the mirror. Now she looked at the bottle of Chinese ointment more important than anything else. Whether her face can recover depends on this bottle of Chinese ointment.

After getting up, Jiang Chan cleaned up the things she gave to Uncle and Aunt Mo. She also packed a lot of bags. She rode her own electric donkey, which was so fast that she was so fast that she had a very clear destination.

When she arrived at Uncle Mo’s restaurant, Aunt Mo was cleaning the cage. She made some buns and pies in the morning, while Uncle Mo made porridge in it. She would cook whatever she wanted.

Seeing Jiang Chan come over, Aunt Mo smiled and said, "Young Chan is here, what are you doing with something?"

Jiang Chan didn't raise her head: "I have to bring it. This is the medicinal wine I specially prepared for you and Uncle Mo's physique. This is a Chinese patent medicine to strengthen the body and replenish qi. This is for Aunt Mo."

There was no one in the store, and Jiang Chan lined up the things. Uncle Mo walked out of the back kitchen and saw two jars of wine on the table, his eyes lit up.

He went over and lifted the seal on the jar, put his nose up and sniffed it: "No, the wine smells strong enough, it's a good thing to smell."

Jiang Chan's mouth curled up: "This is tiger bone wine, which was picked out from an old Chinese doctor."

"Then I'll try it well tonight." Uncle Mo laughed, and Aunt Mo glared at him angrily: "You know how to drink it, and why don't you put these medicinal wine in?"

"Aunt Mo, you can use this Chinese patent medicine once in the morning and evening, one pill at a time. This is the amount of one month. I will make it for you next month after taking it. There is also the same medicinal wine. I have it there. I will send it to you after you and Uncle Mo finished drinking it."

Aunt Mo's crow's feet were laughing out: "You are so busy studying, why do you do these things? Your uncle Mo and I are in good health. Don't delay your study."

Jiang Chan held Aunt Mo's hand: "It's delayed anywhere, your body is more important than anything else."

Uncle Mo hid the medicinal wine and heard Jiang Chan's ironing words. When he slapped him, Jiang Chan flashed and hid behind Aunt Mo.

Although she is not afraid of pain, Uncle Mo's iron sand palm is really not something that anyone can bear.

"What are you hiding from?"

Uncle Mo was staring at his beard and staring at him, feeling that Jiang Chan was no longer close to him. Aunt Mo smiled and said, "Your hand strength, the child can't stand even if he slaps two times. Please sit and rest for a while. Are you tired after working all morning?"

"Xiao Chan, I have lunch at Aunt Mo's side at noon and asks you, Uncle Mo, to cook two good dishes. It seems that the child has become tired and has lost weight during this period."

Uncle Mo blinked and didn't say anything. This girl was much healthier than in junior high school. She used to be black and thin, but now she has become white and tender. How could she lose weight like what his wife said?

"I won't eat here at noon. I'll go to the pharmacy later. I'll buy some medicinal materials. There are not enough medicinal materials on hand, so I made an appointment with Mr. Zheng."

During the monthly holiday, Jiang Chan would go to Mr. Zheng’s Chinese medicine shop unmoved. One was to exchange experiences with Mr. Zheng, and the other was to go to Mr. Zheng to see if he could pick out some top-quality medicinal materials from him.

So whenever Mr. Zheng saw Jiang Chan, he was angry and laughed. What was angry was that when Jiang Chan came, he would have less treasures on hand. He was happy that he exchanged medical skills with Jiang Chan, and he also benefited a lot.

If Jiang Chan hadn’t had a master, he would have wanted to get Jiang Chan to his own door. It would be so excellent that he would be jealous of him.

Seeing that Jiang Chan couldn't move, Aunt Mo quickly picked up a basket of buns: "Then bring these back to you. You will come back once, and Aunt Mo has nothing good for you."

Jiang Chan took a bite of the bun: "I was thinking about Aunt Mo's buns at school, and I was tired of eating the buns at school."

Aunt Mo slapped Jiang Chan in the face: "Little Flatter! Is Aunt Mo decorated you with delicious food?"

Jiang Chan waved her hands repeatedly: "No, these are enough. I'll come to the store next time."

After saying goodbye to Uncle Mo and Aunt Mo, Jiang Chan set out again. This time he went to Mr. Zheng’s Chinese Medicine Centre. When he arrived at Mr. Zheng’s Chinese Medicine Centre, he was only at nine o’clock. Jiang Chan happened to see Mr. Zheng walking over with a bird cage.

There were two thrushes in the cage, which looked very gorgeous. Jiang Chan raised the corner of her lips: "Old Zheng, when did you get this thrush?"

Zheng Laoqiao was bearded: "I asked me to treat him by someone else. Why are you, a thief girl? Oh, I'm thinking about my good things again."

Jiang Chan held Mr. Zheng's arm: "Look at what you said. If you didn't take care of me, I would have gotten good things from you?" She smiled again in a blink of an eye: "Besides, what I took out from you, there are finished products for you."

Don’t say anything about the health pills and medicinal wine she made. If Mr. Zheng spoke, when would she refuse?

Mr. Zheng embarrassedly: "Okay, okay, I said something, you girl said so much, do you still know that you respect the elderly and love the young?"

Jiang Chan was free and easy to tell: "I know, I am a young man. You elder should love me as a junior."

Old Zheng was furious and knew that if he met this girl, he might not have been fighting with her.

"I'm not old enough to walk, I'll go by myself!" The old man became arrogant and shook Jiang Chan away and walked forward.

Jiang Chan chased after him, and after saying a few words, Mr. Zheng smiled again. After a few words, Mr. Zheng suddenly said: "I have a patient on hand, who has been paralyzed for five years. Recently, he came to me. Today he is coming. Do you want to have a look together?"

"Parasy?" Jiang Chan frowned: "What causes it? I happened to be itchy recently. You know, for people like us, challenging patients can arouse our interest."

"It is said to be a car accident, and it is probably a wealthy family fight again." Mr. Zheng took it over easily, and Jiang Chan did not ask in detail. She was concerned about the patient's condition, but it did not mean that she was interested in the patient's family.

"I knew you were interested in these things. It was really a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers. He would come later. Please help me with it?" Mr. Zheng stroked his beard: "He came here for acupuncture several times, but he didn't see any effect anyway."

"Then I'll wait here, Mr. Zheng, let me see the good things I received recently?" Jiang Chan nodded and showed a little fox-like smile at Mr. Zheng.

Old Zheng looked away with a toothache, "Bo, take you to the back and see, it's my private hiding there."

Jiang Chan pushed his shoulders to Mr. Zheng: "Don't worry about half of the good things I made when I get them."
Chapter completed!