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

With the bang of the gavel by Li Xingjian, the onlookers dispersed, and the case that had been going on for several days was finally over.

Ding Xirui came to Ling Junsheng, bowed slightly, and asked:

"Captain Ling, is there anything else strange about this case?"

Ling Junsheng turned sideways and nodded slightly, "Doctor Ding, I think Mrs. Yue's motives are questionable. However, such hidden things are not easy to investigate, and even if you investigate, you may not know the truth."

"Yeah, I don't think it's right either. What are Captain Ling's plans next?"

"I want to find some time to ask the maids in her house, so that I can at least guess the answer. If you have doubts in your heart and don't pursue them, you won't be able to sleep well at night."

"Thank you, Captain Ling. If you need any help, please let me know."

"Thank you, Doctor Ding." Ling Junsheng bowed.

Ding Xirui returned the gift, said goodbye and went back to the clinic. It was almost time to get off work, but Lin Mingxuan was not there.

"Doctor Ding, Doctor Lin was just asked to leave. They said someone was beaten with a stick and he was asked to treat the injury." Awen said.

"okay, got it."

It seems like he was invited to "White Tea".

The autumn wind blew the fallen leaves on the street into the door. The fallen leaves rubbed against the ground, making a crisp sound. Awen accidentally stepped on them and they shattered into pieces on the ground in an instant.

"It looks like potato chips." Ding Xirui smiled inwardly. I really miss the taste and the crunchy feeling, but it's also a calorie bomb.

An Yumo walked in with a sad face.

"Xi Rui, I can't find a suitable stall." She pouted.

"They don't sell it in the market? Don't you just want to open a wonton stand? Wouldn't a stove and a pot be enough?"

"It's not that simple. I want a stall that can have a small stove built into the car, so people can make wontons on the left and cook them on the right. It would be best if there were two small stoves, one for boiling and one for frying. There also needs to be a roof on top, covered with a circle of gauze to block out dust. When I leave, I just need to put everything on and then pull it away. Unfortunately, I walked around and couldn't find it." An Yumo held his chin, feeling a little disappointed.

"Your requirements are not low."

"Really? That's still too high?" An Yumo was a little helpless. "When you open a small stall outside, you need to have easy access. If you have a large number of stalls scattered around, not only will it take up space, but it will also take a lot of effort to move them around. In that case, it's better to rent a store."

Ding Xirui narrowed his eyes and suddenly remembered the carpenter who brought his son to see the doctor yesterday.

"Your request is very personal. It needs to be custom made. I know someone. Why don't you ask him for help?"

"Who is it? Where is he?" An Yumo's eyes suddenly lit up.

Ding Xirui smiled slightly and looked back at Awen. Awen understood and walked forward and said:

"Miss An, go to Dongfeng Lane in Xifang to find Carpenter Lu. He can do anything."

"Thank you, I'll be there right away!" An Yumo immediately stood up and called Xiaoqin and Xiaohu to follow. Poor Xiaoqin and Xiaohu, they didn't even finish their cup of tea before they hurriedly followed their master.

"Hey! Boss An, how do you want to thank me?" Ding Xirui shouted.

"Let's talk about it after the wonton stall is ready." An Yumo's voice drifted farther and farther away.

The long setting sun shone into the clinic, and a middle-aged man in extraordinary clothes walked in. He looked left and right and frowned slightly.

"Brother, what can I do for you?" Ding Xirui asked.

"Don't you have any doctors in this clinic?" the man said, turning around.

Ding Xirui walked around in front of him and bowed:

"The doctor will be back soon. Why don't you tell us what you need so we can make some preparations."

The man turned around and asked, "I want a lip balm recipe, can you prescribe it?"

Awen smiled and pulled out a box from under the counter.

"Lip balm, lip balm, facial balm, hand balm, all available." He said as he took out two lip balm recipes.

"You have some ready-made." The man smiled embarrassedly and turned around.

"Yes, Jiajian Lip Balm is a recipe passed down by the famous doctor Sun Simiao. It's more complicated to make, so the prescription is more expensive. There's also an ordinary one. Which one would you like?"

"Since you want it, you have to have good ones." The man said, putting his purse on the counter. From the sound, it was full of silver.

"Okay, please wait a moment, let me copy one." Awen took out paper and pen, Banxia was grinding ink beside him, and Ding Xirui brought a cup of tea.

"please sit down."

"Okay, thank you."

In about a quarter of an hour, the recipe and method were all written down, including galangal, linalool, alfalfa, grass, patchouli, tonka bean, agarwood, storax, white gum, sandalwood, clove, musk... Ding Xirui looked at the list and silently missed the goodness of the trichosanthes hand cream - if it were her, she would definitely buy the ordinary recipe, oil, beeswax, and add one or two kinds of fragrance, which is simple and convenient. When the jasmine flowers bloom next year, she will buy some jasmine buds and make jasmine lip balm. Unfortunately, she was too busy this year and missed the time.

"Just help me get the herbs so I don't have to run somewhere else," said the man.

"Okay, but you need to buy the wine and sesame oil somewhere else. Our clinic will help you get the herbs."

"no problem."

Ah Wen happily prepared the medicine - this was a big business. Since the beginning of autumn, a lot of such prescriptions have been sold, but most of them were sold to ordinary people. They bought ordinary prescriptions for their own use, and the clinic only charged a few coins.

"Brother, are you in the lip balm business?" Awen asked.

"How could that be possible?" The man said this, but suddenly his face turned red. This blush seemed inappropriate for his age.

"Then you are..." Everyone in the clinic became curious and couldn't help but stop what they were doing and look at him.

The man chuckled.

"Haha, there's nothing to hide. I bought it for my wife. Her birthday is coming soon, and I want to make something she needs and give it to her."

"Oh~" Everyone in the clinic felt a little surprised.

"You are really extraordinary. Many people come to buy the house, but you are the first one who says that you made it for your wife." Awen couldn't help but praise him. Ding Xirui applauded and found it incredible.

"It's nothing." The man waved his hands, a little embarrassed.

After all the spices were prepared and packaged, the man paid, and Awen came out from behind the counter and sent him to the door.

"The steps are listed above. It's not easy to do, but the thought is what matters most. I wish you and your wife happiness."

"Thank you."