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

"Then what do you want to do?"

"At the very least, I want to remind girls, let them know what it means when a man does these things to her. What should a person pay attention to when at home or out? When there are men around, if certain signs appear, they should flee and refuse; if they encounter them, they should call for help and resist."

Lin Mingxuan stared at the tea bowl and frowned.

"This... is hard to say."

"It's hard to say but I have to say it. It's hard to do but I have to do it. This is a necessary thing and I must do it." Ding Xirui held his hand.

After a moment, Lin Mingxuan pulled out his hand and placed it on her hand.

"Then we need to rehearse more in advance. It's best to find a few mothers first and ask them what they think, and then do it step by step. Otherwise, if the daughters go home and tell their parents about it and they don't understand, you might be kicked out."

"Okay. So you agree?" Ding Xirui blinked.

"Is it okay if you don't do something you have decided to do?" Lin Mingxuan smiled slightly.

"Thank you, Doctor Lin." Ding Xirui stood up and added more water to his tea bowl.

"Please drink." She picked up the teacup and bowed.

"Okay, stop playing." Lin Mingxuan pulled her up. "You can't go out alone from now on. Banxia must follow you. If necessary, Nanxing must follow you too."

"Okay." Ding Xirui nodded.

First prepare the content of the lecture, then solicit public opinion, do it on a small scale, and gradually cover the whole city. After that, maybe you can teach some self-defense skills.

After writing the word "术", Ding Xirui stopped writing.

Will Senior Sister and Yumo succeed? Does Wuming Martial Arts School accept female disciples? A series of questions came to my mind.

As if they had telepathic connection, An Yumo was writing a letter to Ding Xirui. Her heart was pounding and even her hands were shaking.

"Xi Rui, from today on, you and I both have a junior sister..."

It turned out that Yang Wuming could not resist his daughter's constant requests and finally agreed. However, his requirement was that the girls who went to learn Kung Fu must be accompanied by their family members and must practice separately from the boys.

It was already a good result to be able to achieve this. Yang Yuting decided to stay in the martial arts school for a few more months and teach a group of people personally.

After writing this, An Yumo's face suddenly turned red. She hesitated for a moment, stopped writing, and did not continue writing.

There are still ten days before Yang Wuming's birthday. On this day, An Yumo invited the cook of the martial arts hall and the manager, Brother Afu, and also found the chef of the restaurant to start discussing the birthday banquet.

"Miss, the restaurant has a ready-made menu, and they are all top-notch. Why don't we use them directly?" asked the chef.

"You can use the restaurant's menu as a reference, but you can't use it directly. This is my master's birthday banquet. If everyone has the same menu, what's the fun in that?"

"That's true, miss. If you have any ideas, just tell me." The chef sat down.

"Yes, Miss An, you young people are smart and have many ideas. Just tell me what you need me to do," said the cook.

An Yumo thought for a moment and asked:

"Auntie, what does Master like to eat most? What does he not like to eat? Is there anything he cannot eat?"

"In recent years, he has grown old and likes to drink wine with spiced beans after a busy day. He won't eat the spiced beans I make. He likes the ones from the Seven Sages Tavern the most and buys them every now and then."

"Haha, it's really easy for the old man to satisfy his hobby." The chef laughed.

"Okay, even though the five-spice beans are small, as long as Master likes it, we should still have one dish at the birthday banquet." An Yumo wrote it down on paper.

"He doesn't like sweet things. He usually doesn't eat any dessert. He can only drink a few sips of sweet soup occasionally. As for what he can't eat, there is nothing he can't eat sold in the market." The cook continued.

"Yeah." An Yumo nodded and took notes.

"Brother, how many people are you inviting to this year's birthday party? Will all the fellow disciples from the martial arts school stay for dinner?"

Ah Fu handed over a list and said:

"There are quite a few people coming this year. There should be more than a dozen relatives of the master, and there are also 20 to 30 fellow apprentices from various industries. In addition, there are more than 20 people in the museum, big and small, so there are 50 to 60 people in total. After paying their respects, they will stay for dinner according to their seating arrangements."

"My God, this will require several large tables." The chef's eyes lit up.

"Yes. But Master said that we should not be extravagant. So the accountant can only spend a small amount of money."

"It's summer now, and all kinds of fruits, vegetables, poultry, fish and shrimp are cheap. No problem." An Yumo said.

She stood up and walked around, thinking.

"A birthday banquet requires nine dishes. It is better to prepare multiples of nine dishes, big and small. Although Master said we should be frugal, we can't have too few. Let's prepare eighteen dishes."

"Isn't it a bit too much? There are about ten people who can sit with Master, and they can't eat so many dishes."

"That's easy. Use smaller plates on the main table."

"Well, that's okay."

“In addition, we have to prepare four to five tables and serve the same dishes… In this way, the quantity of each dish will be quite large and it will be difficult to grasp the taste,” said the chef.

"Yeah, that's true. Besides, if we can't serve one table, the other table will have to wait a long time."

"The martial arts hall's kitchen is a little small, I'm afraid it's not enough..." said the cook.

"It's not difficult to clear a space next to the kitchen and build a stove," said Ah Fu.

……

After a long discussion, they decided on four cold dishes, two desserts, two soups, one fruit, and nine hot dishes. Ding Xirui had just finished writing the last stroke when a customer's voice came.

"Waiter, help me get a plate of pickled vegetables."

"Okay." Xiao Tang picked up a plate of salty food and ran over.

"Sir, the crispy radish, Chinese mustard greens and licorice plums are all on the table over there. If you need them, you can call the waiter or go and get them yourself. You can choose whatever you like." Xiao Tang said.

"it is good."

An Yumo stared at that place and narrowed his eyes.

"Pick it up yourself?"

There was only a chopstick bucket on the table of the restaurant, nothing else. However, there was a small round table in the middle of the lobby, on which there were vinegar jars, soy sauce jars, pepper sauce jars, and various pickles. This was Xiao Tang's idea. In the past, these things were all in the kitchen. If diners wanted them, they had to call the waiter, and when they were busy, they couldn't take care of them at all. During the lunch break one day, Xiao Tang said that pickles and vinegar were small things, so why not let the guests take them themselves. The kitchen staff discussed it and obtained the consent of Boss An.

An Yumo suddenly felt blessed.

"How about we do a 'pick up' style meal?"

"what is that?"

"Just like letting the guests take their own pickles, we prepare the dishes and lay them out in a row. On the day of the birthday banquet, each guest takes his or her own plate, chooses the dishes he or she likes, and then sits down to eat. After finishing one plate, you can continue to add more dishes. As for us, we can prepare half of the dishes first, and then add new ones one by one." An Yumo said.

"This... might be a mess," said the chef.

"Wouldn't it be fine if we just provide guidance?" An Yumo was full of excitement.

Ah Fu thought for a moment and said:

"That sounds good. The younger disciples should like it, and it will save the table from a mess. But forget about Master. Those who are close to him are quite old. Just follow the old ways."

"it is good."