C17

On the second day, Tang Yue had not even gotten up when a servant came to bury the stove with materials. In this era, the stove was very simple, using soil to make a cube for the stove, the mouth of the stove was square, which was convenient for adding firewood. The stove had three holes on it, allowing it to fit in three pots.

Tang Yue thought for a while, then told them to add a hollow bamboo stick at the end of the stove, and use it to smoke outside the house, so that the house would not be blackened by the smoke.

Everyone thought this was a good plan, so the other courtyards followed suit, including the big kitchen, where they replaced the bamboo with copper pipes.

With a stove, Tang Yue's thoughts started to move, but after researching for a long time, he still did not know what to make for himself to eat. In this era, there were no frying pans, so cooking was temporarily unattainable.

Tang Yue thought over the recipe once through, and in the end, decided to make a stew with two more snacks.

In this way, the four maids in his courtyard could also do some extra work, lest they spend all their time thinking of how to climb into their own beds.

At dinner that day, everyone had a bowl of milky white bone soup and two plates of pastries that no one had ever seen before.

"What is this?" The old mistress took a bite of the white rice cake. Her eyes immediately lit up. "Which chef made this? It's a reward!"

The rice cake was soft, sweet and sweet. It was well-liked by the ladies.

Tang Yue stood up and clasped his hands, "Thank you for your rewards, Grandmother!" He even winked playfully at the madame.

"Aiyo, did my good grandson make this?" At the moment, no one was paying much attention to the matter of the gentleman who had left the kitchen.

"The idea came from my grandson. However, the one who did it was the maid that my mother gave me. I didn't expect them to be so young and have such good culinary skills."

"Haha …" Hearing these words, it seems that you are very old, and clearly you are about the same age. " Yueyang Marquis laughed heartily, regretting that he did not bring his son back a few years ago.

Marquis's Wife's mouth was sour from laughing, but what was undeniable was that the two plates of snacks on the table were truly delicious, they could not even be compared to the food sold outside, who would have known that this brat had such skills.

"Grandmother, this soup tastes so good too. It smells so good, much better than the usual vegetable soup." The youngest Tang Yun licked her lips and shouted excitedly.

"Really?" The old lady tasted it and sure enough, it was rich. The milky white soup looked very appetizing as she asked Tang Yue, "Yue'er, did you think of this as well? What ingredients are used to cook it? "

Tang Yue nodded his head, "It took a long time to boil it with pig bones. I know that bones are usually thrown away at home, but this bone soup is actually good stuff, drinking more will benefit your body."

Upon hearing that it was a soup cooked with bones, the Marquis's Wife pushed it away in disdain, "Yue'er, this bone is not even meant to be eaten by commoners, how can you use it to make soup?"

Tang Yue raised his chin and said proudly: "That's because no one knew it was so delicious! If I don't say it, do you know it's the bones? It is said in medicine that drinking more bone soup in the form of complement can strengthen the bone. "

He asked the old lady, "Grandmother, do you feel sore at the waist if you stand too long or sit too long? Is it possible that your feet get cold at night and you get spasms? "

The old mistress was shocked. "How did you know? …" However, at an older age, these problems cannot be avoided. "

"It cannot be avoided, but it can be improved upon. Have someone boil a bowl of bone soup every day for a while to see its effects."

The old mistress was interested in the confidence he spoke of. In any case, there was no harm in drinking it, so why not give it a try?

After taking care of the old mistress, the Marquis's Wife naturally had nothing to say. After drinking one bowl for Yueyang Marquis, he had his men fill another bowl and decided to stealthily cook some soup for him at home.

After finishing dinner, Tang Yue was walking around the courtyard to eat and drink until he was full.

Tang Yue could not possibly stay in Yueyang Marquis's Mansion all his life as a young master who only knew how to eat and wait for his death, so he had to start his career little by little.

In this era of medical laggards, even though Chinese medicine was profound, it was slowly accumulated over thousands of years.

Tang Yue did not know much about Chinese medicine. When he was in university, he had taken courses in Chinese medicine, knew some basic herbs, knew some small prescriptions, and that was it.

To learn Chinese medicine once again or to think of a way to bring the art of surgery over was a question that troubled Tang Yue.

He had the skills to learn Chinese medicine, so he should learn it rather quickly. It's just that he lacked a scalpel, making Tang Yue very unaccustomed to it.

Tang Yue subconsciously picked up a branch and twirled it around his finger tip. His mind was full of Western medicine, but when he came back to his senses, he realized that his fingers were much more nimble than before.

His hands had never been trained in this area before, and his knuckles were stiff. If he wanted to hold the scalpel, he would have to spend some time getting used to it.

After thinking about it, Tang Yue still decided to be familiar with it in his previous life. When he chose surgery, it was also because he liked it, but there was no reason for it to happen.

Tang Yue went to the kitchen and found some burnt charcoal, and a white shirt from inside the closet. He laid it on the table and started to draw the surgical instruments that he had commonly used, preparing to let them see if they could be made tomorrow.

In this era, it was impossible to have stainless steel, but luckily, there was already iron. Although iron tools were easy to rust, as long as they were well maintained, they could still be used for a long period of time.

In his dreams, he repeatedly saw images of two different worlds. One moment he was still performing surgery on the patient in the hospital, and the other time he was using a rusty scalpel to cut open a person's skin. When he turned his head, he saw that person's face, it was actually that youth he met in the run-down temple.

When he woke up in the morning, Tang Yue was in a daze, not knowing where he was. He habitually reached for the pillow to grab his phone, but he naturally touched nothing.

He sat up and combed his hair. Only after he was completely awake did he get out of bed to wash his face and rinse his mouth.

Breakfast was rice cake with soy milk. When Tang Yue saw the soy milk, he immediately thought of fried dough sticks and decided to try it out tomorrow morning. In this era, food was too simple.