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

Everything was settled. The three Lin family members, father and son, were all "workaholics". They went to the clinic in the afternoon. Ding Xirui took Nanxing and Banxia back to the Lin family.

After this incident, Wen Yuexin's "heart disease" seemed to have improved a lot. During the Dragon Boat Festival, she had doubted the meaning of life and could not find something she loved for a long time. Now, she feels that she enjoys the process of coordinating affairs very much, and she began to find housework interesting as well.

Mrs. Lin's long-dormant heart seemed to come alive. When she was young, she also managed her mother's shop. After she got married, Lin Yunsen consulted with her on everything and handed the family over to her, so she could display her talents. However, because of Lin Mingxuan's matter, the two of them had a rift. For many years, she was depressed and unhappy. Now she felt a little relieved.

After reporting the news to Mrs. Lin and Wen Yuexin, Ding Xirui returned to the courtyard. The ice had already run out, so Ding Xirui sent Nanxing out to buy some. She and Banxia fetched water and washed the clothes they had changed in the past few days under the shade of the tree.

"Miss, do you want to tidy up the clothes in your brother-in-law's room?" Banxia asked.

"Hmm..." Ding Xirui hesitated. Washing clothes for Lin Mingxuan was a bit like "serving" him. Although she had confirmed her feelings for him, her education did not allow her to do so.

After thinking for a while, Ding Xirui said, "No need." But she took out two pieces of dirty clothes and returned to the room.

"Miss, what are you doing?" Banxia was puzzled.

"It will be useful at night." Ding Xirui replied. Lin Mingxuan, Lin Mingxuan, you should also learn to wash your own clothes, Ding Xirui's calculations were clacking.

Nanxing bought the ice, and Ding Xirui walked into the kitchen and started making sour plum soup.

The ingredients and recipe were given by An Yumo, and she had already started brewing it when she returned to the courtyard. According to An Yumo, she went to several medical clinics to get recipes, but she always felt that the taste was not good enough after cooking. Some recipes were more sour and astringent, while others were more sweet. So, she and several chefs in the restaurant kitchen adjusted for a long time and finally made the sour plum soup that everyone praised.

"Black plum, black dates, hawthorn, tangerine peel, licorice, and red cardamom," Ding Xirui recognized these medicinal herbs.

Take out a small casserole, rinse it with clean water, put in the soaked ingredients, pour two scoops of water, bring to a boil, then take out some firewood and cook over low heat for about three quarters of an hour.

Take out the largest bowl, put in yellow rock sugar, place a colander on it, pour the fried soup into the large bowl, and then stir slowly with chopsticks until the rock sugar melts.

"Miss, it smells so good. Can I drink it now?" Banxia asked.

"No, you came from a herbal medicine store, how come you don't understand the principle of double decoction?"

"It smells so good." Banxia pouted.

"Wait a little longer." Ding Xirui patted her.

Add another ladle of water into the casserole, add firewood and bring to a boil, then turn the heat down a little and continue cooking for more than a quarter of an hour, and the second frying is done.

Mix the two soups together, let it sit for a while, and add dried osmanthus.

"If it's too hot, the fragrance of osmanthus will disappear, right?" Banxia asked.

"Yes." Ding Xirui smiled.

"Banxia, ​​help me get a big basin, Nanxing, go get some ice."

"it is good."

Crush the ice and spread it evenly on the bottom of the basin, place a large bowl filled with sour plum soup on it, and cover it with a lid.

"Young Madam, when can we drink?" Nanxing asked with a smile.

"It will take an hour, don't worry."

"Okay." Nanxing stuck out her tongue.

"Did you cook sour plum soup at home in the summer in the past?" Ding Xirui asked.

"The kitchen sometimes cooks it, but Master thinks it's a bit too sweet and doesn't really like it."

"Well, have you tried the ones from Anjia Restaurant?"

"I tried it last year and it seemed a bit sour. I've been busy this year and haven't been there yet." Nanxing scratched his head.

"I haven't tasted it either. You'll know what it tastes like in a minute." Ding Xirui said, pointing to the basin.

"No matter what it tastes like, the young master will definitely like it." Nanxing said.

"Why do you say that?" Ding Xirui asked.

"As long as it was done by the young lady, the young master will definitely..."

"You're such a smooth talker!" Before Nan Xing could finish his sentence, Ding Xirui interrupted him by throwing a scallion at him.

Nanxing stuck out her tongue and said to Banxia in a low voice, "It's true!"

"Oh, why is the kitchen so hot? I'm going to the main hall." Ding Xirui turned and walked out.

In the evening, Ding Xirui was helping to cook when Lin Mingxuan came back. He saw a large bowl of yellow-brown soup on the table. Before he could ask what it was, Nanxing rushed in and said, "Master, try it!"

"what?"

"Sour plum soup."

"Oh. I'll go wash my hands first." When he heard it was sour plum soup, Lin Mingxuan was not very interested.

"It was cooked by the young lady." Nanxing quickly added.

"Oh?" Lin Mingxuan raised his hand to scoop it up, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Are your hands clean? Please help me get a bowl." He said to Nanxing.

"Okay!" Nanxing filled a bowl and handed it to him.

Take a sip, and the cool feeling instantly spreads throughout your mouth, the sour taste stimulates your taste buds, the sweetness is appropriately blended, and the fragrance of osmanthus overflows, making you unable to resist taking another sip.

"How is it, young master?" Nanxing waited eagerly for a reply.

"Very good!" Lin Mingxuan nodded.

"Young Madam, I told you that the Young Master would like it!" Nan Xing shouted and ran into the kitchen.

"You kid..." Ding Xirui really wanted to grab a handful of cut vegetables and stuff them into his mouth.

Lin Mingxuan smiled secretly and turned around to wash his hands.

During the meal, Ding Xirui expressed his thoughts during the day in the government office:

"If I let you take one or two days out every month, would your father agree?"

"As long as it's business, father won't stop me. What's wrong? Is there anything I need to do?" Lin Mingxuan asked.

"Free medical consultation around the city." Ding Xirui said weakly.

"Hahaha. We really... thought of the same thing." Lin Mingxuan laughed.

"Hmm?" Ding Xirui was a little confused.

"Today in the clinic, my father and eldest brother were reviewing what happened. When they mentioned Qian Asheng's father, my father felt sorry for him. My eldest brother and I proposed that the clinic provide free clinics, going to a place every once in a while to help people in difficult circumstances diagnose and prescribe medicine." Lin Mingxuan explained.

"Did father agree?" Ding Xirui stood up.

"Of course my father agreed. You sit down first." Lin Mingxuan stood up and pushed Ding Xirui onto the stool.

"Great!"

"However, in order to avoid being too much of a spotlight, my father decided to ask Lord Wang for his opinion first. It would be best if we could get some colleagues to participate." Lin Mingxuan sat back in his seat.

"Yes, that's true." Ding Xirui nodded, then smiled and said, "Will Magistrate Wang find it annoying that he is always causing trouble for him?"

"Hahahaha. My Lord is a filial son. After hearing the case, he will definitely think about the support of the elderly in Luocheng County. The orphanage has limited resources and the county government is busy. He should be eager for someone to help him."

"That's good. Once things are settled, can I go with you?"

"What do you think?" Lin Mingxuan did not answer directly. He poured another bowl of sour plum soup, took a sip, and said, "The Bai couple passed by the clinic today. I saw that Mrs. Bai's complexion has improved a lot. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid her health would have been delayed for a while."

"I haven't been able to take care of them during this period. Now that Mrs. Bai has recovered, she can go out to work. Her embroidery skills are very good, and their family will get better and better." Ding Xirui became excited again.

"So, you are very important. I will feel more at ease with you around." Lin Mingxuan's tone suddenly became very gentle.

"Really?" Ding Xirui lowered his head, smiled, and served himself a bowl of sour plum soup.

There was a cool breeze and the leaves rustled. Ding Xirui knocked on the study door.

Lin Mingxuan opened the door and saw Ding Xirui standing at the door holding a basin.

"Come with me to wash clothes." Ding Xirui said.

"Do laundry?" Lin Mingxuan almost thought he had heard it wrong.

"Well. The night breeze is fresh and the well water is cool. Master Lin, would you like to go with me?" Ding Xirui's eyes were full of smiles.

"Okay." Lin Mingxuan turned and walked in, carrying a basin of clothes. He originally wanted Nanxing to take it to the backyard.

Although it was not yet the fifteenth day of the lunar month, the moonlight was like snow, and the courtyard was bright. The two walked to the well, put the clothes in a large basin, and poured in water.

Lin Mingxuan had never washed clothes. He just did whatever Ding Xirui did, and he looked very clumsy.

"This is pancreatic soap. Rub it a few more times on the collar and cuffs." Ding Xirui acted as a teacher.

"Okay." Lin Mingxuan picked up the soap, but his hand slipped and the soap fell into the basin, splashing water all over his face.

"Hahahaha, compared to writing, which one is more difficult?" Ding Xirui asked.

"I found writing painful when I was young, and now I find it even more difficult." Lin Mingxuan answered while groping for soap in the basin.

"Why is there nothing?" He shook the water, making it splash.

"Let me help you." Ding Xirui rolled up her sleeves and put her hand in, and then she regretted it.

Lin Mingxuan's hand was waiting below, and he grabbed hers and held her tightly.

"This seems to be the case." Lin Mingxuan said seriously.

"You... are so annoying." Ding Xirui pulled his hand out, picked up the pestle, and raised it:

"This is it, reach out."

Lin Mingxuan stretched out his hand obediently, and his slender fingers cast shadows in the water.

Ding Xirui raised it high, pretended to hit, and then put it down gently.