After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

The time agreed with An Yumo arrived, and that day, Ding Xirui set out early in the morning and rushed to the An family.

"Xi Rui, are you a miracle doctor? Come with me quickly." As soon as she entered the An family's door, An Yumo came up to her and pulled her to see An Yuxin.

"Sister Xirui, what delicious food did you bring this time?" An Yuxin stood up to greet her.

"Yuxin, do you have an appetite now? Do you want to eat something?" Ding Xirui couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, my sister cooks for me every day. I didn't think it was anything special at first, but for some reason, the more I ate, the more delicious it became, and I gradually developed an appetite." Yu Xin said.

Her face is still thin, but it is obvious that she has become more energetic and her mood is much better.

"That's great, but I came in a hurry this time and didn't buy you anything delicious." Ding Xirui said.

"No need, I just finished breakfast. I was just joking." An Yuxin said with a smile.

We can take it a step further, that's great. "Yuxin, what do you do every day?" Ding Xirui asked.

"I didn't do anything. I just wrote or drew in the room." An Yuxin replied.

"She has liked staying in the house since she was a child, unlike me who likes to run around." An Yumo interrupted.

"You can't stay in the house all day at such a young age. Yuxin, if you want to get better soon, you should go out more often, or do something else with Sister Yumo. You can also help her when she cooks." Ding Xirui encouraged her. At this time, she needed to expend some energy and increase her appetite.

"What can she do with her small body?" An Yumo said with disdain.

"My sister didn't let me go over, how do you know I can't do anything?" An Yuxin was dissatisfied.

"Okay, from today on, Yumo, just think of it as Yuxin's own good and ask her to help you. Things like picking vegetables and washing rice can be done by Yuxin, it won't be tiring. And Yuxin will definitely find the food she cooks more delicious," Ding Xirui suggested.

"Okay then. I have something to do right now, so you two can help me." An Yumo said.

"Okay, Miss An." The three of them said and went to the backyard kitchen.

An Yumo planned to make mung bean cakes. The mung beans were already cooked. She gave orders to An Yuxin and Ding Xirui:

"You, go get a big bowl."

"You, go get the colander."

"Yes." Ding Xirui and An Yuxin obeyed obediently.

Following the order, she mashed the mung beans, then added oil and sugar and mixed them evenly. On the other side, An Yumo kneaded the crust.

"The mung bean cakes in the snack shop are sweet and greasy. I want to make something different today," said An Yumo.

"Miss An's cooking skills are amazing and her creativity is endless. I admire her!" Ding Xirui continued to tease.

"Thank you, Dr. Ding, for the compliment." An Yumo replied.

The three of them began to wrap mung bean fillings. An Yumo was the bold type, stretching the crust to its maximum, so round that it was almost impossible to press it down; Xiaoqin's were also round, as they were indeed people who were often together and had similar styles; Banxia's were the best looking, neither too big nor too small, and no different from those sold in pastry shops outside; An Yuxin seemed to be afraid, and only put a little bean filling in each crust, making the bean cakes look flat; Ding Xirui's were in the middle, neither too big nor too small, but her craftsmanship was not good, and two of them were actually broken, and she was laughed at by her sisters.

"Miss, shall we light the stove now?" asked the fat cook.

"Well, light it, and let the fire burn slowly. Control the fire to a low level, don't make it too big." An Yumo replied.

"Stove?" Ding Xirui looked over curiously.

It turned out that the arched building was actually a baking oven. Ding Xirui remembered that in that world, when she was very young, she had been to a place where moon cakes were made, and the traditional baking oven looked like this.

If there is a baking oven, then can't we bake cakes? My father's birthday is coming up in a few days, why not... Thinking of this, Ding Xirui said:

"Yumo, can I come to your house in a few days to borrow the oven?"

"Sure, but what are you going to do?" An Yumo asked.

"My father's birthday is coming soon, and I want to make snacks for him myself, so I need a baking oven," Ding Xirui explained.

"You're so filial, no problem. Just let me know if you need my help." An Yumo replied.

"I can help too." Yu Xin also agreed.

"Okay!" Ding Xirui began to imagine beautiful things.

After about a quarter of an hour, the fragrance of mung beans wafted out, a little bit refreshing, a little bit sweet, mixed with the unique aroma of mung beans, even the servant working in the front yard was attracted.

It was Ding Xirui’s first time making mung bean cakes, and like everyone else, she was looking forward to it.

"Miss, let me get it," said the cook.

"You don't need to. You get dizzy all the time. Just sit there and rest." An Yumo refused.

"Dizzy?" Ding Xirui's professional genes started working again. She thought about a few questions and wanted to ask the cook.

An Yumo wrapped her hands with thick cotton cloth and dragged a stone slab out of the stove. The mung bean cake had a golden skin with a hint of green, which was elegant and lovely.

"Xirui, go get me some plates." An Yumo said.

Ding Xirui's train of thought was interrupted, and he hurried to get dozens of mung bean cakes of different sizes and shapes, some of which were cracked. However, the bean filling was cooked anyway, so it didn't matter as long as the crust was cooked. When making snacks at home, the important thing is the fun, not the uniformity.

Ding Xirui picked up one and took a bite. The crust was crispy and had a wheat aroma. The bean filling was generous. There was no obvious sweetness at first, but after chewing it for a few times, the sweet fragrance came out. Moreover, because the bean filling was not pounded too finely, some whole mung beans could be eaten, which Ding Xirui liked. From the perspective of nutritional management, such snacks have a low glycemic index and are relatively healthy.

"Good! Miss An is really amazing!" Ding Xirui couldn't help but praise.

"I also think it tastes better than the ones sold in the store." said An Yuxin.

"Yeah, yeah, that's right." Banxia and Xiaoqin echoed.

"The young lady's cooking skills are better than the chef in the restaurant." The cook also began to praise.

An Yumo actually felt embarrassed.

Looking at the cook, Ding Xirui changed the subject:

"Yumo, you just said that Auntie often feels dizzy, what's going on?"

"Auntie used to feel dizzy occasionally, but she has felt dizzy more often in recent days, right?" An Yumo replied.

"It's an old problem. It's okay. I can still do my work in the kitchen. No problem." The cook explained.

"Have you seen the doctor?" Ding Xirui asked.

"No, she doesn't allow me to treat her because she's afraid of spending money." An Yumo said.

"Auntie, do you feel uncomfortable in your neck?" Ding Xirui asked.

"Yes, my neck feels a little stiff." The cook replied.

"Do you feel like you're always distracted and forgetting things?" Ding Xirui asked.

"Yes, that's right." An Yumo replied.

"Do you feel a tightness in your chest? Do you get up more often at night?" Ding Xirui ignored An Yumo and continued to ask.

"Miss Ding, how did you know?" the cook was surprised.

This is a typical symptom of high blood pressure. Ding Xirui felt that the situation was not good.

"Yumo, no matter whether Auntie is willing or not, we must call a doctor as soon as possible, otherwise Auntie will be in danger." Ding Xirui said to An Yumo in a serious tone.

"Okay, don't scare me. Xiaoqin, go quickly!" An Yumo hurriedly told Xiaoqin to go out.

While waiting for the doctor, Ding Xirui asked the cook whether her parents or grandparents had similar symptoms, her usual eating habits, etc. The cook's grandmother had dizziness in her old age, but because of her poverty, she had no medical treatment; the cook had a grandchild to take care of in recent years, so she would usually leave the vegetables alone for her grandchild, and she herself would often eat rice with vegetable soup.

The salt content in the vegetable soup is very high. Alas! Genetic factors and improper eating habits caused her illness. Ding Xirui basically figured out the reasons.

The doctor arrived and after asking a few questions about her physical symptoms and eating habits, he took the cook's pulse.

"There is phlegm blocking the middle of the body, and the liver and kidneys are deficient in yin. First, give acupuncture, then take medicine, and your daily diet needs to be adjusted." said the doctor.

Xiaoqin and Banxia brought paper and pen, and the doctor wrote down the prescription.

"Doctor, is this medicine expensive?" the cook asked cautiously.

"Your disease requires a multi-pronged approach to control. If you refuse to take medicine and your condition worsens in the future, I will not be responsible," the doctor emphasized.

"Auntie, you don't have to worry about the medicine expenses." An Yumo grabbed her hand and said.

"You should eat a light diet, eat more fresh fruits and vegetables, and don't drink alcohol. You will receive acupuncture once every five days. You can come to my clinic on your own." The doctor gave a few final instructions.

This doctor is much more reliable than the one who came to Ding’s pharmacy to treat Lao Huang and Xiao Liuzi that day, Ding Xirui thought to himself.

"Miss, Miss Ding, Auntie thanks you both." After the doctor left, the cook bowed to Ding Xirui and An Yumo to express her gratitude.

"Auntie, I grew up eating the food you cooked. Now that you're sick, it's my duty to take care of you." An Yumo quickly pulled her up.

"Yeah, I didn't do anything, no need to be so polite." Ding Xirui said.

However, the doctor did not elaborate on what else she needed to pay attention to in her life. In medicine, Ding Xirui could not go through time and space to get antihypertensive drugs for the aunt, and all she could do was give her advice on living habits and diet.

"Aunt, you work in the kitchen, so you should be very clear about the doctor's instructions, so there is no need for me to say more. However, I am now learning medicine from my father. Although I have not read many books, I have a certain understanding of your current condition. You need to pay attention to these points in your daily life." Ding Xirui said.

"Miss Ding, go ahead." The cook said with admiration in her eyes.

"First of all, let me be frank. We need to lose weight." Ding Xirui didn't know how to say "lose weight" and suddenly thought of the word "weight loss".

"Lose weight." The cook looked at herself and smiled embarrassedly.

"Everyone says I have a big appetite, but if I'm not full, how can I have the energy to work?" said the cook.

"You can't do it all at once, take it slowly. First replace part of the rice with sweet potatoes, add some beans or black rice, and then slowly reduce the amount." Ding Xirui added.

"No problem, Xirui, I'll supervise." An Yumo said.

"Secondly, try to eat less food made with lard, fried, braised, or deep-fried."

"take note of it."

"Third, in addition to eating more fresh fruits and vegetables as the doctor said, you can also eat more tofu. When you have time, get more sun."

"There are so many things to pay attention to, yes." The cook answered hesitantly.

Ding Xirui glanced at An Yumo, and Yumo immediately understood that the cook needed to earn money to support her family, and she was reluctant to eat the leftover dishes of the host family. She simply could not "eat more" of things that were good for her illness, and it was even difficult for her to go to the clinic once every five days.

An Yumo nodded to Ding Xirui, meaning that she would take care of it, and Ding Xirui felt relieved.

Alas, the last thing poor people want is illness. Working in a relatively wealthy family like the An family, the cook was lucky to meet a caring lady. If it were someone else, even the doctor might not look down on her, let alone treat her.