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Sure enough, a few days later, Brother Six came carrying two fresh carp he had caught from the river to thank Qin Yaru. After just two days of medicine, A Fang's cough had stopped, and she looked much better, even glowing with health.
Qin Yaru didn't find it strange. In the future, what amazed people most about traditional Chinese medicine, and often drew criticism, was this kind of treatment that could only be understood but not explained.
The fragrant and flavorful braised carp was ready, and Qin Yaru carried the pot all the way to Sister Wang's house.
Although it lacked dried chili peppers and wasn't perfect, the carp was different from those in the Twenty-First Century; it was absolutely pollution-free and harmless, with tender meat. Qin Yaru was very confident in her cooking skills. Sure enough, when Sister Wang saw it, her eyes widened in surprise, and she couldn't help but smile: "Sister-in-law, how is this fish? Tie Zhu is growing up..."
"You... you... oh my goodness, my Consort Qin, how can you use so much oil? With your method, even if you had mountains of gold and silver at home, it wouldn't be enough!"
Wang's face was filled with concern as she looked at Qin Yaru as if she were looking at a spendthrift.
Qin Yaru was taken aback and took a moment to react. In her previous life as a concubine at County Horse Manor, no one had ever made her feel deprived when it came to food and drink. Although she preferred vegetarian dishes over meat, she often consumed various fried foods. The cooking methods she learned were comparable to those of the Imperial Chef in the palace. Later on, when she went to the Twenty-First Century, she never paid much attention to how much oil she used.
But now it was different; at this time, only among the aristocracy would they occasionally eat fried foods. Even when cooking with oil, common folks used less oil and more water.
To Sister Wang, oil was extremely precious; they only had a little during festivals. Now that Qin Yaru actually used oil to cook fish, how could she stand it?
"You may love using oil in your cooking since you come from wealth and probably ate like this at home. Sister Wang doesn't mind that. But this fish would taste great steamed or in soup; why waste it like this?"
Sister Wang reached out and held Qin Yaru's hand earnestly. "Don't blame Sister-in-law for nagging. Even if your cooking skills are excellent and you've earned money, Da Lang still needs to study in the future; expenses will be high. If you don't save now, how will that work?"
Qin Yaru smiled and placed the braised fish on the table. She waved for Tie Zhu and Da Lang, who were already drooling: "I know Sister-in-law is doing this for my own good. But since it's all done now, we should eat quickly before it gets cold; fish can smell if left too long—wouldn't that be a waste?"
Wang sighed helplessly and scolded Qin Yaru a few more times. "You and Da Lang eat; he needs to replenish his strength. As for me eating this... it's just too much."
Qin Yaru persuaded for a long time, and Da Lang forcefully pulled Tie Zhu to the table, finally managing to get Sister Wang and Tie Zhu to eat together.
Although Wang was feeling quite distressed, the fish was truly delicious and tasted great, so she unconsciously ate a few more bites.
Seeing Wang's somewhat pained expression, Qin Yaru suddenly remembered that she had seen a news report about traditional oil extraction. Although there was no electricity or oil extraction equipment now, relying on manual labor to extract oil could still be a source of income.
Thinking about this, Qin Yaru couldn't help but smile—money wasn't really a big deal. Although she didn't earn much, it was enough for her current situation. Moreover, she never thought she would always be poor; after all, having lived three lives as a person, she should at least be able to support herself and her son.
However, the oil at this time had a strong fishy smell and was far less fragrant than vegetable oil, which suited her taste better. Finding a way to extract oil would also be convenient for her.
This matter wasn't urgent; after all, she didn't know much about it and would need to experiment slowly.
After finishing the meal, Qin Yaru entrusted Da Lang to Wang and went out to check on the unknown patient. Upon arriving at Ji Ren Tang, Lai San had already been waiting for a long time. Qin Yaru first observed the patient's complexion and noticed he had a slight flush and a bit of low fever; other than that, there were no major issues, and the symptoms of chest tightness and shortness of breath had basically disappeared.
Elder Ji looked excited: "A Qin's prescription is extremely effective; it's much better than the ones I used in the past."
Qin Yaru smiled and said, "After taking two more doses, we may need to adjust the medication."
The two were happily discussing when they heard Lai San call out for the doctor; it turned out that the patient had woken up.
The patient had a strong willpower and was now feeling quite uncomfortable but insisted on sitting up. Lai San couldn't stop him and had no choice but to turn to Qin Yaru for help.
Qin Yaru didn't say much but casually remarked, "If you rest well, you should recover in seven or eight days. If you don't listen and move around recklessly, you might end up weak for half a month or even a month. You should weigh this yourself."
The patient was taken aback, seeing that Qin Yaru didn't even glance at him. He went to discuss the next prescription with Elder Ji, appearing calm. He was used to various beauties and had seen many cold and aloof ones, but he had never encountered anyone like the Wife before, who was captivating in any demeanor.
He couldn't help but self-deprecate; such a beautiful disaster would surely bring a lot of trouble in the future. He wouldn't have to worry about not having the chance to repay her kindness. These thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and he sighed, "I know the Wife means well, but I still have important matters to attend to and cannot delay. The Wife's miraculous hands have already healed me greatly. Once I finish my tasks, I will surely repay the Wife's great kindness!"
With that, he surprisingly forced himself to stand up, waving away Lai San's hand that was reaching out to support him, and slowly walked toward Ji Ren Tang, even though cold sweat dripped from his forehead, his back remained straight.
Qin Yaru frowned but ultimately stopped trying to persuade him further. She had done what she could; since this person was so stubborn, more words would likely be useless. After thinking for a moment, she casually wrote two prescriptions and handed them to the patient: "Take two more doses of the first prescription. If your ribs still hurt after finishing it, then use the second prescription."
The patient's footsteps paused for a moment as he smiled broadly. This smile left even Elder Ji stunned.
He looked at someone who was originally quite imposing, but this smile softened his features, making him appear even more handsome, surpassing most women in delicacy.
After a long while, Elder Ji finally exhaled: "In Wudang District, how come there are such unpredictable individuals recently... In the past half month, I've encountered three such remarkable people."
He muttered a couple of sentences but ultimately found Qin Yaru's prescriptions more enticing: "A Qin, quickly tell me what your second prescription is. Ah, my old eyes are failing me; I can no longer treat others. But when I come across a good prescription, it's truly hard to resist."
If it were someone else, they certainly wouldn't directly ask another for their prescriptions. However, Elder Ji had grown increasingly childlike with age and didn't regard Qin Yaru as an outsider. Seeing that she didn't seem to mind, he spoke without reservation.
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