"Okay, okay, the young master has cooked it with his own hands. If I can taste it with my own mouth in this lifetime, I will die without any regrets."
Lu Fan saw Lu Fuqing as happy as a child, sighed silently, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.
Four dishes and two soups are the most common home-cooked dishes.
There are three dishes that Lu Fuqing has already prepared, and the last one, sweet and sour pork ribs and crucian carp soup, was made by Lu Fan himself.
In the small courtyard behind the hospital, the two of them gathered around a simple wooden table, blowing the cool breeze in the midsummer evening. For the first time, Lu Fuqing opened a bottle of Moutai, and filled the two-cent small cups in front of each other.
The two of them drank wine and ate at the same time.
"I didn't expect that the young master's cooking skills are so good. The taste of this sweet and sour pork ribs is just the same even if it is cooked by the chef of Shangjing Hotel." Lu Fuqing praised.
Lu Fan smiled, picked up his wine glass and had a drink with Lu Fuqing, "This is the first time I have dinner with Mr. Lu, and it feels pretty good."
Lu Fan was satisfied with his meal and went to add another bowl of rice. Lu Fuqing drank two ounces of wine and said that he usually didn't eat much at night and just watched Lu Fan eat.
Lu Fan ate two more bowls of vegetables and drank a bowl of crucian carp soup before he put down his chopsticks with satisfaction.
"Okay, when you're full, come with me to the study."
Lu Fuqing stopped Lu Fan's intention to put away the dishes and asked him to put his things here first, then got up and walked back.
"Okay." Lu Fan agreed.
The so-called study room is actually Lu Fuqing's bedroom.
The area is not small, hundreds of square meters, larger than the area of a medical clinic, but there is only a simple wooden bed in the innermost corner with a gray quilt rolled up on it. The rest of the area is occupied by full bookshelves.
The bookshelves are filled with books of different colors and sizes.
There is the unique "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" of the Southern Song Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty hand-copied version of "The Difficult Classic", "Shen Nong's Materia Medica", "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic", and the general history of the development of Western medicine, as well as some ancient traditional Chinese medicine classics that are not popular...
…This is not so much a study as it is a microcosm of the development of Chinese traditional medicine.
What made Lu Fan sigh the most was that Lu Fuqing was not the kind of arty person who deliberately bought and hid these books at home in order to show outsiders how knowledgeable and talented he was and how skilled he was in medicine. He was a real great doctor, and he wrote every book like this.
I read it dozens of times, memorized it backwards and forwards, and even made a lot of annotations and wrote hundreds of insight notes.
The reason why Lu Fuqing gave up his position as the big housekeeper of the Lu family and came to Nandu with Lu Fan was not only because of his relationship with Lu Fan and being entrusted by others, but also because he felt that too many worldly things made him neglect these companions.
His lifelong "old friend".
This was the first time Lu Fan walked into Lu Fuqing's bedroom since he was a child. He looked at the books occupying three walls with some shock, and reached out to pick up a copy of the "Lingshu Sutra" on the bookshelf.
"This book has been circulated for more than seven hundred years and is extremely fragile." Lu Fuqing said behind him.
Lu Fan quickly stopped and looked at him apologetically.
"I have transcribed all these ancient books, for fear that I would not be able to resist turning them over, and they would be turned to pieces and there would be no place to look for them." Lu Fuqing stared at the thread-bound ancient books on this side of the bookshelf, his eyes full of nostalgia.
Lu Fan usually only sees this kind of look when ordinary people see beautiful women with money and houses.
"If possible, I would like to spend money to build a museum to collect the best Chinese medicine prescriptions from all over the world for the world to admire." Lu Fan said.
"Books are for use, not for reading."
Lu Fuqing said something meaningful, turned around and sat down on the wooden bench, looked at Lu Fan and said, "Are you planning to make Yan Qing a friend?"
"No such plan." Lu Fan shook his head and said with a smile: "It's just a temporary opportunity to take advantage of each other. I can't just rush into the other person's house, pull him to the door and beat him up, and have him kneel down and beg for mercy, right?"
Lu Fuqing pondered and said, "Have you found that person?"
"Found it." Lu Fan said.
"Who is it?" Lu Fuqing said coldly with sharp eyes.
Lu Fan knew the old butler's temper. If he knew who the enemy was, he would definitely use all his strength to crush the opponent into pieces. He had done this to him since he was a child and would not see himself being bullied.
"Mr. Lu, you'd better leave this matter to me." Lu Fan said with a smile, "If I ask an old man like you to take charge of everything, doesn't it make me look too incompetent?"
"Pay attention to safety." Lu Fuqing warned, "It's not like before."
"I understand." Lu Fan agreed.
"If you treat illnesses and save people well, you will be able to benefit the world. It's a pity that you have an unstable mind and are unwilling to take this path..." Lu Fuqing was silent for a moment and sighed.
