Quick mission: We don't make trouble

Soon, the pumpkin sliced ​​noodles with an alluring aroma were ready. Zhu Qingqing carefully placed them in a clay pot. Then, she asked Wang Xiangdong to pick up three sets of bowls and chopsticks, and together they walked to the courtyard to enjoy this delicious dinner with Zhu's mother.

As for the other knife-cut noodles, Zhu Qingqing confidently handed them over to Mrs. Luo to arrange.

At this time, Mother Zhu had woken up. Although she had just taken a short nap, she had not really fallen asleep. How could she sleep peacefully with something on her mind?

"Mom, you're up! I made pumpkin sliced ​​noodles. Come and try it. How does it taste?" Zhu Qingqing greeted her warmly.

Mother Zhu smiled with satisfaction: "I don't need to taste it. I know my precious daughter is an excellent cook. It must be good."

So, the three of them sat around the dining table, each picked up a bowl of knife-cut noodles without any hesitation, and began to taste this delicacy.

After being fried in lard, the pumpkin exudes a rich aroma and has a soft and glutinous texture; the knife-cut noodles are chewy and strong; and paired with the refreshing aroma of chopped green onions and garlic sprouts, it greatly increases your appetite.

Wang Xiangdong ate with gusto, not even bothering to raise his head. In a blink of an eye, he quickly finished a bowl and then added another one without hesitation.

Zhu Qingqing sighed and said with some regret, "It's a pity there's no chili oil. Otherwise, it would be really nice to eat a bowl of red soup knife-cut noodles in such a cold weather."

Mother Zhu smiled and responded, "This clear soup is also good. It suits our elderly taste."

Zhu Qingqing smiled and said, "Then eat one more bowl."

Mother Zhu nodded and said, "Yes."

At this time, the three of them were eating with gusto when they suddenly heard Yang Jiu's voice coming from outside.

"Master Zhu, Master Zhu... I'm back."

When Zhu Qingqing heard this, she quickly put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hands, walked quickly to the door, and asked anxiously: "Xiaojiu, how is it?"

Yang Jiu panted and answered excitedly, "Doctor Zhu has gone in and asked me to wait outside, saying that he might have something to tell you. I've been waiting until now, and the old man sent a letter out. He asked me to give it to you."

Zhu Qingqing took the letter he handed over and saw that it contained all the necessary herbs and medicines.

After reading it, he silently handed it to Mother Zhu.

Mother Zhu asked Yang Jiu, "What else did he say?"

Yang Jiu said, "Doctor Zhu said it's not an epidemic, so we can rest assured."

When Zhu Qingqing and the others heard this, they felt much relieved.

Then Yang Jiu said, "It's just that this cold is coming with such force that most people have fled in a hurry, lacking food and clothing, that many have fallen ill. It will take some time to cure them completely, and there's a shortage of medicinal materials. There are also several pregnant women, two of whom are about to give birth, but the male doctors can't take care of them. They've only had the yamen runners go find a midwife. Doctor Zhu said you, Madam Zhu, could help."

When Mother Zhu heard this, she quickly said, "I'll go, I'll go right away."

Zhu Qingqing: "Mom, don't be anxious, finish your meal first, Xiaojiu also wants to eat."

Yang Jiu also said: "Madam Zhu, you eat, you eat, I will go outside to eat, Shopkeeper Yang is waiting for me outside, after you finish eating, we will take you there."

Mother Zhu: "Okay, go eat now. I'll come out to find you later."

Yang Jiu agreed and went out.

Zhu Qingqing: "Mom, you should eat more. Only when you are full will you have the strength to help with the delivery."

Mother Zhu nodded and ate another half bowl.

Only then did he put down his bowl and chopsticks.

Zhu Qingqing: "Mom, Lao Geng and I are going back to prepare medicine tonight. If you need anything, please write it down..."

Mother Zhu looked around the room and found no paper or pen.

Zhu Qingqing: "Go to the front hall, Shopkeeper Yang has it."

So the three of them hurried to the front.

Shopkeeper Yang and Yang Jiu were eating sliced ​​noodles, sweating profusely.

There are writing brushes, inkstones, and paper on the counter.

Mother Zhu picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a lot on the paper.

Then he whispered to Zhu Qingqing, "These obstetrics and gynecology supplies are probably not available in ordinary pharmacies. Tell Zhou Shifeng to go find your godmother. Your godmother's clinic should have them. Ask her to prepare them. Pay the price."

Zhu Qingqing: "I understand."

After explaining everything here, Shopkeeper Yang and Yang Jiu also finished their meal.

Mother Zhu went with them to Guandi Temple.

Wang Xiangdong and Zhu Qingqing drove the carriage out of the city.