Pang Xiaonan left the rental house and was about to go home to rest, but as soon as he got in the car, he received a call from Dr. Qiu.

"Xiao Nan, is that Dr. Nan online? You are so good. Now your video is almost popular in the sky!" Dr. Qiu couldn't help but feel excited on the phone.

"You have recognized this?" Pang Xiaonan deliberately teased, "I was wearing such a thick protective suit, and I didn't show any eyebrows or nose at all."

"Can you hide it from others or me? You are the only one who can let Professor Hamilton Kirs say this?"

"That's good, but he will cooperate even if you go."

"Isn't that thanks to your medicine that cured his illness?"

"How is it? Is the effect OK?"

"It's not just possible? The effect is so good. You don't know. Now I ask me how many colleagues are in the treatment of Weilin virus gastroenteritis. I have taken the time to call you, and this phone is almost blown up by them."

"It seems that you still have to find celebrity endorsements. This advertising effect is really good!"

"The person you hired is a top traffic star. How can you not become popular?"

"Hey, has Dongli Pharmaceutical Factory started producing this medicine?"

"How can it be that fast? The production of drugs must be carried out according to the rules, approval documents, equipment, etc. Although special matters are handled, there is still a process."

“When will it take to start production?”

"In another week or two."

"That's pretty fast, how are you doing there? What new plans are there?"

"The development of the epidemic is not optimistic. More and more people are infected. More and more cities are finding cases. The above decision to rule the martial law nationwide and cancel the activities of crowded people."

"That's like sports meets, concerts will definitely be cancelled?"

"It's not just these, small meetings must be cancelled. Once discovered, it will be illegal, which means that you can't go to various public places in the future."

"Will the school be closed?"

"Not yet, but the school will be required to wear a breathing shield to class and strengthen supervision. The simplest thing is that body temperature measurement will form a mechanism. You know, patients infected with Vilin virus will have symptoms of fever. Now the simple test box for Vilin virus has been made. As long as people with fever are found, they can use Vilin virus test kit for testing, and the patient can be diagnosed."

"By the way, Professor Hamiltons wants to be discharged from the hospital. I have reviewed his condition and can be discharged. You can tell his attending physician that I have told Professor Hamiltons that he will have to be isolated for a period of time even if he is discharged from the hospital. He agreed."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away. I won't tell you anymore. I've got a phone call in. It's the Minister of Health."

"Okay, you're busy first."

After hanging up the phone, Pang Xiaonan opened the small blog on his mobile phone. The video he posted had been forwarded by hundreds of thousands. It seems that the power of role models is endless.

The comments behind are also varied, "Congratulations to Professor Hamilton for his physical recovery!" "China is powerful and supports Chinese medicine!" "I can't believe that Professor Hamilton actually cured it with Chinese medicine..." "I have said a long time ago that Chinese medicine is the most advanced medicine in the world." "Chinese medicine can only treat viral diseases. I don't believe that Chinese medicine can cure Weilin virus gastroenteritis on a large scale, so everyone wait and see." "World-famous scientists like Professor Hamilton actually stand up for Chinese medicine. Is the brain burned by the virus?" "It is a fact that Chinese medicine cannot beat Western medicine, and it is useless for anyone to endorse it!"...

Pang Xiaonan silently turned off the screen of his mobile phone, "It seems that Huayao is not accepted by some people. Forget it, if anyone doesn't accept it, let it fend for itself." Pang Xiaonan started the car and was about to set off.

At this time, his cell phone rang again. Pang Xiaonan picked it up and saw that it was Xiong Junjun.

"Brother, can you come to the school?" Xiong Junjun seemed a little anxious on the phone.

"What's wrong?" Pang Xiaonan was a little surprised. Xiong Junjun was both good at character and academic performance in school, so there should be nothing he needed to come forward.

"There is a boy who always pesters me. Today, he still tells me if I don't be his girlfriend, and if I don't study, he will block me at the school gate, so that I can't go home." Xiong Junjun cherishes the hard-earned learning opportunities. She will not make Pang Xiaonan embarrassed unless she has to.

"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Pang Xiaonan's eyes narrowed. There are always some unemployed gangsters in this world who are always staring at girls all day long, not knowing to focus on other aspects. "Okay, I'll come here, when will you get off school?"

"Five pm." "I got it."

Pang Xiaonan looked at the time. It was less than 1 pm. He decided to fill his stomach first, so he drove to a small restaurant. At that time, the meal time had just passed and there was no one in the store.

Pang Xiaonan walked into the restaurant and saw a middle-aged man reading a newspaper there. There was no one else in the store. So he guessed that it was the boss. He walked up to say hello and said, "Boss, what else can I eat?"

The man put down the newspaper, there was a scar on his face, and he looked at Pang Xiaonan calmly and said, "You are late and there is nothing left. Why don't I stir-fry a bowl of fried rice for you?"

Pang Xiaonan was stunned for a moment, thinking that the boss was willful enough, and the person who opened the store said nothing. He asked curiously: "Can't you stir-fry your evening dishes?"

"I haven't bought the food for the evening yet." The scar man still sat in his original position and did not leave.

"Oh, then let's have fried rice." Pang Xiaonan looked around when he came in. There was only one restaurant on this street, and the sign was very willful, just write two words "restaurant" with a wooden board.

The scar man stood up and walked slowly towards the kitchen.

After a while, Pang Xiaonan smelled the indescribable fragrance. The scarred man walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of golden fried rice, walked to Pang Xiaonan, and put the bowl of egg fried rice on the table in front of Pang Xiaonan.

Pang Xiaonan glanced at the freshly baked fried rice, and immediately aroused her appetite by the golden color. The eggs evenly wrapped each grain of rice. The color of the eggs was very symmetrical, and they were not too tender or too old, making the whole bowl of rice look attractive golden.

Pang Xiaonan couldn't help but scoop a large spoonful of fried rice with a spoon and put it in his mouth. The rice was soft and hard, and the eggs were neither too old nor too tender. The seasoning ratio was appropriate, and the oil and rice and eggs were mixed with sufficient mixture. The soft and tender eggs wrapped around the elastic rice, which was a comprehensive enjoyment of the tongue and teeth.

Pang Xiaonan took a deep breath of the aroma of fried rice with eggs. The pleasant smell made people feel an unstoppable appetite. The fragrance of chopped green onion, the mixed aroma of eggs and rice, and the odor emitted by the right tea seed oil makes people feel the urge to feel full of joy.

Pang Xiaonan never paused anymore, swept a large bowl of fried rice into his mouth spoonful after spoonful. It was not until the last grain of rice was licked in by him that he collapsed into the seat, meaning a long burp.

The scar man sat next to him and read his newspaper, not following Pang Xiaonan.

Pang Xiaonan poured a cup of tea and poured it into his mouth. It was buckwheat tea. The faint buckwheat fragrance filled his mouth, mixed with the aftertaste of fried rice, which made people feel refreshed.

"Boss, your fried rice is so good!" Pang Xiaonan sincerely praised the scar man behind the newspaper.

The scar man put down the newspaper and said to Pang Xiaonan expressionlessly: "Egg fried rice is the simplest and most difficult. The rice must be separated and the eggs must be stained with."

Next, the scar man told Pang Xiaonan the key points of fried rice: "It is best to use leftover rice for fried rice. The water vapor of freshly steamed rice is too large and easy to stick together. After the leftover rice is left for a period of time, the moisture evaporates a little, making it dryer. When stir-frying rice, pour the egg liquid evenly on the rice. At this time, the rice grains have basically loosened. After pouring the egg liquid, stir-fry quickly and evenly, so that every grain of rice can be made of eggs."

"Oh, it turns out that egg fried rice is so knowledgeable." Pang Xiaonan nodded thoughtfully. This is the master of egg fried rice. His past egg fried rice was too pediatric.

"Do you want to learn?" The scar man came over, "I just happened to be missing a helper. How about it? Are you interested in learning a chef? I will teach you."

Pang Xiaonan smiled awkwardly. If he had no job or concern, he would really be willing to study as a chef. His wish since childhood was to be a chef, but now he really couldn't get away: "Sorry, boss, I'm still in school."

"That's a pity," the scar man fell backwards, his face calming again. "Young people nowadays can't endure hardships, so it's too difficult to find a helper."

Pang Xiaonan stared at the boss curiously and asked, "Boss, I think your business here is not that good, can you not do it alone?"

The scar man looked down at Pang Xiaonan and said, "Business is not good? You didn't come right. My business here is one of the best on this street. If I hadn't been busy, the business would have been better."

Pang Xiaonan looked around and saw that although the decoration of this small restaurant was very simple, it was clean and clean, giving people a feeling of returning home. The boss’s craftsmanship can be seen from a bowl of fried rice. The small restaurant with excellent taste should be its first impression, "Boss, how much flow do you have this day?" Whether the business is good or not, just look at how much money you can make.

"More than 20,000." The scar man was still very calm. The number was reported without a pause, not like a lie.

"More than 20,000?" This number sounds like a fantasy to Pang Xiaonan. Some medium-sized restaurants cannot achieve this turnover. Just a small restaurant, a roadside restaurant run by one person, can reach more than 20,000, which is definitely awesome. "I dare to ask what the prices of the dishes here?"

"The bowl of fried rice you just now, 30." The scar man responded lightly.

Pang Xiaonan took a breath. Although he could consume 30 yuan a bowl of fried rice, the average store only sells about 10 yuan and has increased the price by 3 times. It can be imagined that the boss said the turnover of 20,000 yuan is well-founded, because if the average customer unit price is too low, the boss will be unable to be busy alone.

"I am so blunt, boss, are you so expensive to sell? "Pang Xiaonan thinks that only a street shop with such a high order, will consumers pay for it?

"Then do you think the bowl of fried rice you just ate is worth 30 yuan?" The scared man picked up a box of cigarettes on the table, smoked it out, lit it with a bang, took a sip, vomited a cigarette ring out, and looked at Pang Xiaonan lightly.

Pang Xiaonan's taste buds are still immersed in the charm of the bowl of fried rice. "It's worth it!" Pang Xiaonan gave the boss a thumbs up, "It's worth it, I still want to have a bowl."

"No more, all the leftovers are fried for you." The scar man raised his eyelids, "Since you think it's worth it, everyone else must think it's not expensive, right? Let me tell you, those who come to my place for dinner are usually middle- and high-income people. It's hard to park here, so they all parked far away and walked over."

"Boss, you are so willful and your business is so good. Do you have any secret?" Pang Xiaonan felt that the restaurant owner didn't take the customer seriously. He asked him what he had, but he didn't say anything. He looked like he ignored him since he entered the store, but there was such a good business, which was really not simple.

"The secret is very simple, it's that the food is delicious." The scar man took a deep breath of cigarettes and spit out a long smoke. "Do you know what ingredients are used in the bowl of fried rice you just ate. The rice is organic sprouted rice from the Northeast Plain. It can only be harvested for one season a year. The eggs are placed by free-range native chickens, and the oil is alpine tea seed oil. With my precise cooking techniques, it is the bowl of beautiful and delicious fried rice."

"It's indeed extraordinary!" Pang Xiaonan once again gave the scar man sincere admiration.

"Are you really not interested in coming to learn cooking with me?" The scar man sent an invitation to Pang Xiaonan again, "You are a college student. How many college students are serious about college students? Come to me to learn skills is not better than when you go out to find a job in the future? Children, I invited you again and again because of your skeleton. I don't like ordinary people."

"Hahaha, this," Pang Xiaonan smiled honestly, "I'm really sorry, boss, our school has many classes, and students have to put academic priority. Do you think?" Pang Xiaonan felt a little embarrassed when he said this. He hadn't attended a few classes in total.

"What a pity." The scar man stopped looking at Pang Xiaonan. While smoking, he looked at the street scene outside the door in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"The money is here, boss, then I'll leave first. I'll try your skills again if I have the chance." Pang Xiaonan went to take out his pockets, but found that it was empty. He forgot that he never brought cash when he went out, so he had to take out his cell phone awkwardly, scan the payment code on the table, and get up and leave.

Pang Xiaonan left the small restaurant and found it was still early, before 2 o'clock, so he planned to find the girl who sold the spirit stones at the stone gambling conference.

According to the address left by the girl, Pang Xiaonan came to the Canhua Jade Trading Market in Huahai City and entered the jade market. The rare treasures inside opened Pang Xiaonan's eyes. However, they were all big street goods. The boss would hide them in the inner hall and not show them easily. Moreover, ordinary people could not see the value. Only when an expert in identifying the goods would the store sell them for a good price.

Pang Xiaonan stopped his gaze and walked straight to the address provided by the girl. After walking for a long time, a small store came into view in a corner of the Canhua Jade Trading Market. The plaque above the store had three words "Huashitang".

Pang Xiaonan walked into Huashitang. This was an exquisite store. There were not many goods on the shelves, but they were all very exquisite and were inlaid with bases.

When entering the door, the automatic sensing doorbell added a "Welcome" and Pang Xiaonan was shocked. After realizing that it was the automatic sensing doorbell, he patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the girl who sold spirit stones at the stone gambling conference walked out. She was wearing a light blue cheongsam, revealing her white and tender arms like lotus roots. When she saw it was Pang Xiaonan, she was slightly stunned: "It's you."

"It's me," Pang Xiaonan nodded slightly, "Long time no see."

"Has the stone you bought opened?" The girl opened her red lips lightly, her voice sounded very nice.

"It's open." Pang Xiaonan did not hide it. She looked at the girl who seemed to have walked out of the painting, and always felt familiar.

"How is it? What's inside?" The girl suddenly became interested when she heard Pang Xiaonan open the stone and asked with her eyes flowing.

Pang Xiaonan shrugged and said, "It is a solid stone that looks a bit like asphalt, which is worthless. You know, asphalt is the black liquid burned when paving the road. After solidification, it forms a hard stone..."

"I know, I played when I was a child," the girl's eyes dimmed when she heard that the stone was just a worthless black crystal, and she made a gesture of invitation to the side of her body, "Sit inside."

Pang Xiaonan followed the girl around the screen of a lady's picture and entered the inner room. This was another world. The first thing that caught his eye was a large rectangular table with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and there was a large unfinished character on it.

There is a wooden carved tea table on the left. A teapot on the tea table is steaming and tea is boiling inside. The color of the tea soup is beautiful reddish-brown.

The girl waved her hand and said to Pang Xiaonan: "Please sit down and have a cup of tea."

The girl then walked to the main seat of the tea table, took out the righteous cup like flowing water, then poured the cooked tea into the justice cup, took two small tea cups and placed it in the middle of the tea table, picked up the justice cup and poured the tea on the tea cup and washed the cup. After washing the cup, she poured half a cup of tea for the two tea cups, and then pinched the tea cup with two jade-like fingers and placed it in front of Pang Xiaonan.

Pang Xiaonan looked at the girl making tea and thought that this was called Xiuse Kechen, so he asked, "Beauty, what's your name?"

"Emperor Feng." The girl held up the teacup with three fingers, and her plump lips approached the teacup and blew it gently.

"Emperor Feng, a good name." Pang Xiaonan also picked up the teacup, imitated the appearance of Empress Feng, and started tea, "Well, good tea." Before the tea could be in his mouth, a fragrance wafted into his nose, refreshing the heart.
Chapter completed!