Master Fu's little ancestor is fierce

Hearing the sound, someone immediately started discussing:
"So miraculous?"

"A few needles can solve the problem of blood vessel blockage?"

"I know that the blood vessels are blocked. The blood is thick and forms a thrombus. When there are too many thrombi, they will fall into the blood vessels and block the blood vessels. People are prone to stroke."

"What is a stroke?"

"Stroke!"

"Many people are suffering from such a disease now. I didn't expect acupuncture to be useful."

"It also depends on who gets the needle."

"Is this an old Chinese doctor?"

Listening to everyone's discussion, Han Yinyin thought of Fu Yufeng's slightly old voice when he called the genius doctor An San last night.

She immediately stepped forward and asked politely, "Hi, are you Mr. An San'an?"

The 'old man' cast a displeased glance at Han Yinyin, and left with his hands behind his back.

Han Yinyin thought of the eccentric doctor An San that Fu Yufeng said had an odd temper, so she immediately chased after him: "Mr. An, please stay."

An San stopped walking with his hands behind his back, and cast a dissatisfied glance at Han Yinyin: "I said, you little girl, can you talk? Who is the old gentleman? Ah? Who is the old gentleman?"

Han Yinyin immediately realized that An San didn't accept being old and didn't want others to call him Mr. Old. She immediately said politely: "You are not old, but you have high qualifications, so I haven't found a suitable name to call you for a while."

"You can call me An San, how kind and youthful." An San said.

"Yes, Miracle Doctor Ansan." Han Yinyin shouted politely immediately.

An San was upset again: "What miracle doctor? Ah? What miracle doctor? Who is the miracle doctor?"

Han Yinyin immediately understood that Miracle Doctor An San didn't like the false name of Miracle Doctor, so she politely called out, "Mr. An San."

"Who is Mr.? Huh?" An San was about to go berserk.

Han Yinyin was afraid of offending An San, so she immediately called out politely, "Hello, An San."

An San glared at Han Yinyin angrily: "Nothing big or small, get out!"

After the reprimand, he left angrily with his hands behind his back.

He doesn't look like a genius doctor, but rather an old-fashioned teacher whose beard is blown and stared at by students.

Han Yinyin is also full of anger. It's not a quirk of character, it's a disease, a bubble in the head, it's not good to call him an old man, a genius doctor, a master, or just call him by his name. Maybe she wants to call him hello ?Retarded!
Reluctantly, she wanted to ask for help from others, and also wanted to have a good relationship with An San, so she chased after her with a shy face: "An San's genius doctor!"

An San glared at Han Yinyin: "Call the genius doctor again and I'll stab you to death with a needle. What's the matter? I'm afraid others won't know? Is it because I don't want to see the old man spend two days in peace? Huh? You can't be quiet if you come to the farm to have a farmhouse, really It's annoying."

Han Yinyin's eyeballs rolled around.

She probably understands that An San wants to be quiet, but An San is more gluttonous.

It's good to have preferences.

A confident light flashed in her eyes, and she immediately greeted her: "An San, I know where the best food is in this farm."

She was glad that she had done her homework before coming here.

Sure enough, when he heard the delicious food, An San couldn't walk. He turned around and his eyes lit up: "What kind of food? Is there beggar's chicken? Is it freshly killed chicken wrapped in fresh lotus leaves? Then dig out the fresh mud from the field, then dig a hole in the mountain, bury it, and bake it with dead branches?"

"Yes." Seeing that An San's eyes were bright, Han Yinyin responded immediately.

It's just a beggar's chicken, she can ask the people in the farm to prepare it immediately.

"When can I eat?" An San asked.

Han Yinyin said: "It will be soon, Doctor An, I will arrange for someone to bake immediately, let's find a place to sit down and drink tea, what do you think?"

"When is it baked? I watched them bake." An San said, pushing up his reading glasses.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now. Doctor An, where can I find you after the arrangements are made?" Han Yinyin asked politely.

An San didn't care about Han Yinyin calling him a miracle doctor anymore, he took out an elderly phone from his pocket, and handed it to Han Yinyin: "Save my number, call me later."

Han Yinyin was overjoyed, and immediately took An San's mobile phone respectfully. After saving the phone, she hurriedly returned the mobile phone to An San.

An San put the elderly phone in his pocket, and walked towards the farmland with his hands behind his back.

Han Yinyin looked at An San's back, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and her eyes shone with confidence.Except for An San's strange temper, there is nothing special about him, he is just an ordinary old man.Like to watch the excitement, like food.

She immediately called the person in charge of the farm and asked someone to prepare beggar chickens.

The person in charge responded immediately.

Han Yinyin made Ansan's request again, to roast it fresh, use fresh chicken, fresh lotus leaves, and fresh field soil, and go to the mountain to dig a hole and bury the chicken before starting to roast.

The person in charge responded one by one, saying that they would arrange for the chef to bake.

Han Yinyin asked the chef in charge to contact her, and she wanted to participate in the whole process.

Later, Han Yinyin received a call from the chef asking her to go to the back kitchen.

After Han Yinyin left, the chef started killing chickens.

The chef moved quickly and processed the chicken in a few minutes. Immediately marinate it with seasonings and wrap it in lotus leaves.

Han Yinyin immediately recorded videos and took pictures.In case that strange old man doesn't approve of the production process for a while.

After it was done, Han Yinyin followed the chef to dig a hole in the mountain.

After burying the chicken, the chef picked up firewood and started roasting.

Han Yinyin thought that the kitchen has done everything that needs to be done, and then she just needs to burn the fire. She asked the chef: "Master, can I bake this by myself?"

If she could bake it herself, she could get close to An San alone.

"Yes, but you have to keep baking for at least one hour, and the fire cannot be extinguished. Pick up all the firewood of this thickness, and don't move them after burning, just let them spread on the mud."

"Okay." Han Yinyin wished that the roasting time could be longer.

"Remember, at least an hour, or the chicken won't be cooked." The kitchen explained again.

"Okay." Han Yinyin responded.

"Then I'm going down? Can you do it alone?" the chef asked.

"Okay, I'll ask my friends to come over and bake together." Han Yinyin said.

"Okay, call me if you have something to do, I have something to do in the kitchen." The chef said as he walked down the mountain.

Han Yinyin called An San while collecting firewood.

She suddenly discovered that there was no signal on the phone.

She looked around, it was a hill, and there were trees everywhere.

She could see the situation down the mountain, she could even see An San standing on the field stalk with his hands behind his back and leaning forward to watch others catch crayfish.

Han Yinyin rolled her eyes: "This bad old man actually likes rural life."

She shook the phone, added two more firewood to the fire, and checked the signal of the phone.

There was no signal, so she was walking around with her mobile phone, trying to find a place with a signal to call An San, and ask him to come and roast chicken with her, so that we can chat together.

Suddenly, the leaves in the bushes rustled.

Han Yinyin's heart tightened suddenly. There shouldn't be wild animals haunting such a small mountain, right?

She immediately looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw two men walking towards her wretchedly through the bushes.