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

"Right now, your health is the most important thing!" The old lady tapped the ground with her cane.

"Mom, the eldest and second son are still young. They lack experience and can easily suffer losses. Our shop was built by Dad with great effort, and we can't let anything go wrong."

The old lady frowned.

Ding Xirui glanced at the two of them and took a step forward.

"Madam, Mr. He, you don't have to be so strict. You can continue to do business, but you must be careful when dining out. If necessary, bring your own food."

"How can this be possible? Many deals are negotiated at the dinner table..."

"I knew you couldn't do it, so I asked you to stay at home and not go out." The old lady patted the table lightly.

"mother--"

Zheng Shihui stood up and bowed:

"Uncle, grandma is right, and you are right too. There is no point in arguing until dark. If you ask me, just do as Xi Rui says. If grandma makes a concession, you should make a concession as well. If you really want to cooperate, those bosses will surely take your health into consideration, understand your situation, and won't urge you to drink or eat. If they can't reach an agreement without drinking, they are not good people. How good can it be to do business with them?"

"That's how it is. Business is business. What does it have to do with drinking? These are all unhealthy trends in the business world. Since you know this, why do you just go with the flow?" said the old lady.

Mr. He frowned, his eyes flickered, and he didn't answer.

"That's right. I really don't understand why men drink when they talk about things. Sometimes they drink a lot." Zheng Shihui shook her head.

"Oh! If we don't drink, then all the pubs will be closed," said Mr. He.

"I didn't say that everyone should stop drinking, but drinking so much is not good. Uncle, what grandma said makes sense. If there is something to say, just talk about it. Why bother drinking at the dinner table? Does a person's good alcohol tolerance mean that he is capable and can do business well?"

"Shihui, you are just..."

"It would be fine if he went to a decent restaurant, but sometimes he also went to brothels and hired some women to drink with him..." Mrs. He turned her face away and did not look at Mr. He, but she presumably thought that he had also been to a brothel, and something unpleasant must have happened between the two of them.

Mr. He looked a little embarrassed and turned away.

Zheng Shihui rolled her eyes, glanced at Old Madam He, and continued:

"Uncle, you are also an important figure in the Luocheng County Chamber of Commerce. Why don't you start by putting an end to this bad habit of forcing people to drink?"

"This... The He family's assets are nothing, and no one listens to me." Mr. He waved his hand.

"Don't make so many excuses. I think you don't want to do it. You just want to irritate me." The old lady twirled her cane again, her face flushed, her chest heaving. The maid next to her quickly patted her on the back.

"Mother, what are you talking about?" Mr. He stood up quickly, clenched his hands, and finally let go:

"Mom, from today on, I will do as Dr. Ding said and go out to eat less. If I go out, I will let He Ping watch me and never eat carelessly."

"Where's the wine?"

"From today on, I won't drink."

"Okay." The old lady's expression finally softened a little, and Mrs. He's face showed some smile.

Alas! In the end, "filial piety" played a role. Don't expect him to do what Zheng Shihui said. After all, there are not many people in this world who are willing to change the environment, even if they know there is a problem and even if they themselves are deeply affected by it.

"Doctor Ding, is there anything else?" asked Mrs. He.

Ding Xirui nodded.

"In addition to herbal medicine and diet, if you also strengthen your body every day, your thirst symptoms will definitely be alleviated."

"Keep fit?" Several people looked at each other.

"Xirui, does your uncle need to take a walk after dinner and practice Ba Duan Jin every morning and evening like I did back then?" Zheng Shihui asked.

"That's right." Ding Xirui smiled. "Your stomach isn't very good right now. After eating, you can rub your stomach and take a walk. Just walk a thousand steps after each meal. Walk slowly. It will take about a quarter of an hour to finish. It won't take up too much of your time. When you feel better, you can start practicing Ba Duan Jin."

Mr. He smiled awkwardly. When he was young, he followed his father around and never gained weight no matter how much he ate. But after he turned thirty, his health became worse and worse. In recent years, even his spirit has been a little poor. Except for necessary business talks, he was too lazy to move.

"Madam, please ask the master to take a walk with you. If you have free time on weekdays, you can go to a beautiful place to relax and see the mountains and rivers. You will feel much better." Ding Xirui continued.

"Okay." Mrs. He glanced at Mr. He and smiled.

After saying this, a servant ran to the door and said, "Master, Boss Tang sent someone to say he's waiting for you in the restaurant."

The old lady's face changed immediately, she looked at her son without saying anything. And Mrs. He, who seemed a little disappointed but also seemed to have some hope, also looked at Mr. He.

Mr. He coughed lightly and stood up:

"Mom, my son is leaving. Don't worry, I will be careful." He took a few steps back, turned around and walked out the door.

The servant and a slightly older man quickly followed, and it seemed that they were the "He Ping" just mentioned.

"Oh!" Several women in the room sighed at the same time.

After the matter was explained, the old lady invited Ding Xirui and Zheng Shihui to have dinner with her. During the meal, Ding Xirui observed the old lady's eating habits and felt more and more that it made sense for her to be so healthy.

The old lady ate very slowly, of course, this was related to her poor teeth; and Ding Xirui noticed that she spoke very little at the table, and was very focused on eating. The aura she had just used to scold her son was completely gone, and she didn't deliberately take care of the younger generation or ask any questions. While waiting for the food, she talked and laughed, but once she got to the table, she changed.

After lunch, the two said goodbye and went out. Instead of taking a carriage, they walked towards Zhang's house.

Zheng Shihui rubbed her belly, still thinking about what she had said to Mr. He.

Obviously, what her grandmother said to her was correct, but why didn't her uncle do it? It's really strange. Don't you get tired of eating at restaurants often?

Restaurant? Zheng Shihui suddenly felt blessed.

"Xi Rui, Yu Mo's restaurant will launch a nourishing menu every month, right?"

"Correct."

"It would be great if the restaurant could have a variety of therapeutic menus. For example, if my uncle has diabetes, he can order dishes specially made for people with diabetes; if someone is trying to lose weight, we can show him the diet menu. The usual business should still be done, and it does not conflict with the customized meals at all."

Ding Xirui walked slowly with a smile on his face. As expected, Zheng Shihui had a business mind. She and An Yumo had only thought of launching a dish every month before, but why didn't they think of launching a set meal?

"Yumo is waiting for us at Zhang's house. When we meet, we must explain everything to her."

"Okay, if the Anjia Restaurant doesn't work, I'll find someone to open a restaurant..." Zheng Shihui became more and more excited as she spoke.