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Chapter 39 - 39 39 Buy a Dog and Send Soup_1

39: Chapter 39 Buy a Dog and Send Soup_1 39: Chapter 39 Buy a Dog and Send Soup_1 “Where’s Old Master He?

I want to buy medicine!”

Early in the morning, as soon as Xiaohe, the shop assistant of the Chinese Medicine Store, opened the door, Yan Fei arrived.

“Yan Fei is here, come and sit.

What can I do for you?” Mr.

He was wiping his many-year-old wooden table and greeted Yan Fei with a smile when he saw him.

“Old Master He, I’m wondering if you have any tonics.

I think I need to take some!” Yan Fei walked into the store, expressing his request eagerly.

“You?” Mr.

He looked at Yan Fei, up and down, left and right, until Yan Fei started to feel uncomfortable.

Then he continued, “Put your hand here, let me check you out!”

After taking his pulse, Mr.

He seemed a bit surprised, and then let go, “Change to the other arm!”

After checking the other arm, he laughed, “Are you messing around?

You’re as robust as a calf.

There’s nothing wrong with you, why do you need to tonic?”

“I eat a lot and get hungry easily.

I need to eat something especially nourishing!”

“If you eat less, that would be a problem.

It’s been years since I’ve seen a sturdy young man like you.

With your physique, you’re stronger than most laborers.

It’s totally normal for you to eat the meals of two or three people if you increase your physical activities.”

Yan Fei knew there was nothing wrong with him, but he was too embarrassed to share how much he actually ate.

He just insisted, “Anyway, I feel like I can’t stop eating.

I’m hungry soon after a meal.

I just need you to give me some tonics.

I also practice Kung Fu, if I don’t replenish my energy after eating, I get hungry really quickly!”

Mr.

He spent a long time explaining that he shouldn’t just randomly take tonics, but seeing him insist, Mr.

He reluctantly said, “I’ll start you off with a diet supplement prescription.

Try it out.

If you feel hot when you sleep at night, stop taking it.”

Prescribing medicine to a perfectly healthy person who’s just being pesky is obviously more difficult than prescribing to sick people.

After a long thought, Mr.

He eventually included some wolfberries in the prescription and suggested adding them to soup when cooking meat.

When he prepared the medicine, he only bagged a few small packs.

Looking at the tiny bags, Yan Fei felt it was far too little, “Old Master He, are you kidding me?

What’s this little amount supposed to do?”

Mr.

He laughed, “What a way to talk, you brat!

Pay up, five dimes.”

“Only five dimes?

No good medicine then, right?” Yan Fei was shocked.

He didn’t know much about tonics but he had heard of Ginseng, knew that it was very expensive, and assumed it would cost a lot.

When he heard it would only cost five dimes, he knew he wasn’t wrong.

Mr.

He had been messing with him.

“This is for you to eat over a long period.

This is to nourish your body slowly through a diet.

If it was too expensive, who could afford it?” Mr.

He’s words did not convince Yan Fei.

“Oh, do you have any postpartum recovery recipes?

My aunt just gave birth.

I was thinking of making her some meat soup.” Yan Fei couldn’t do anything about Mr.

He not giving him any medicine, having some was still better than having none at all.

Also, he remembered Uncle Baoguo who helped him keep the matter about fighting off the thieves a secret.

It was an important matter, so it would be good to kill two birds with one stone and give him some benefits for saying good things for him when his parents found out.

“You’re quite considerate.

Yes, I have something like that.

I’ll write some for you.

It’s nourishing and useful for lactation.

You can use it to make bone soup or stew pig’s feet.” Old Master He chuckled, quickly writing the prescription.

He wrote so quickly that Yan Fei was even more convinced that he was just messing with him.

After paying for the medicine, he was again confirmed.

The same small bags of medicine, his a few bags just cost five dimes, but their package cost over a dollar.

Taking the medicine and sulked for a while, he left in a gloomy mood.

After returning, he went straight to the island, lifted the pot lid and put the different medicines into the pots.

Two pots containing five Compsognathi each, he added firewood and started cooking.

Once the fire was big enough, he stopped minding it and started cleaning up.

There was a large tub of soup with fats and another tub of stew in the cave.

The stew could be used again but he didn’t want the fatty soup, which was left over from cooking meat.

Sometimes he didn’t want to eat stewed food, so he cooked clear soup.

He didn’t want to use this soup to cook meat again because he felt it would be too greasy.

Since he couldn’t finish the meat and soup regularly, he could only pour it out into the sea.

Just as he was about to return to the small house and enter the island again, he suddenly realized he could make use of the waste and feed it to the chickens!

As a result, a few chickens’ small feeding dishes were not enough for so much soup.

He did not feel sorry when he used to pour a full pot of soup into the sea every two days.

But now, the half pot of soup made him feel wasteful.

After thinking about it, he moved it into the cave.

He replenished the firewood in the stove and, after locking up, went out again.

He planned to buy a dog to make use of the soup,

In the village, there wasn’t anywhere to buy dogs.

Usually, people who wanted a dog would just ask someone they knew.

In the rural areas, there were many native dogs, and each litter would have several pups, which were usually given away.

The Yan Fei family lived next to the veterinary station, which sometimes had dogs for sale.

People would not sell their native dogs as they were not valuable.

Those who dared to sell were usually mixed breeds with wolves.

Those mixed breeds were the best you could find in the Sancha River town.

Generally, people could not afford them, so the mixed breeds were considered decent.

These dogs, when grown, resembled wolf dogs.

Their ears were standing, their colors were attractive, and some were bigger than native dogs.

In reality, they weren’t worth much.

Dogs were mostly kept for guarding the house.

Those who truly wanted to raise a good dog and had money would buy a purebred wolf dog from other places.

Fancy breeds, like Pekingese, weren’t popular yet; they were considered a nuisance at home, and even after being killed, didn’t provide much meat.

Plus, they couldn’t guard the house.

Even the medium-sized native dogs wouldn’t work; they were too small and nobody wanted them.

Those who raised such dogs would feel embarrassed.

However, Yan Fei did not care and just wanted to look around since he thought of it.

The veterinary station had one distinctive feature – it stank!

Despite the gate being cleaned thoroughly, an odor of animal manure still wafted from the ditch next to it.

There were two-story new houses on either side of the gate, which served as dormitories for the veterinary station staff, and dogs were sold on the steps there.

Yan Fei was lucky enough to see an old man sitting on the steps with a broken carton in front of him.

Inside the carton were two puppies squirming under the sun.

“Are there only two left?” Yan Fei asked the dog seller somewhat disappointedly.

“They’re all gone.

Are you buying for your family?” Many children wanted to raise dogs, but the decision usually lay in the hands of the adults at home.

The old man asked him, fearing that if he bought the dog and then got rid of it, it would be a waste of a small life.

“I’ll take both of them, how much?

I can make the decision.

If you don’t trust me, you can come to see next time when the market is on.” Most animals are cute when they are little, with plump bodies and fluffy hair, regardless of breed.

The same was true for these two mixed-breed wolf dogs.

Yan Fei liked them as soon as he saw them.

“Give me five dollars for the two!

These are the last two, and the good-looking ones have been picked by others.

These two are slightly inferior, but honestly, it’s hard to tell what they’ll look like when they grow up.

The good-looking ones now might not be as good-looking later.” The old man was afraid he would be disappointed, so he comforted him.

“After you get home, prepare a nest for them.

Use some rotten cloth for padding so they don’t catch a cold.

They are already a month old and starting to eat at home.

You can just feed them leftovers.

Dogs are hot-tempered animals.

Prepare some clean water for them.

They will be fine when they grow up, but for now, as they are still young, don’t let them drink dirty water.

They will do well when they grow up, but they won’t disappoint you.

Their mother is a mixed breed, and they were bred with a good wolf dog, so they won’t be ugly.” As Yan Fei pulled out his money to take the dogs away, the old man went into town with him, sharing his experiences along the way.

Yan Fei, who didn’t know anything about this, didn’t care what breed the dog was, as long as it could guard the house when it grew up.

He didn’t know that the seller had given him a good deal by only asking for five dollars.

When they got back, the old man saw him go into the house before leaving, probably planning on coming back later.

Yan Fei didn’t care about these things.

As soon as he returned, he hurriedly brought some soup to the island.

He found a small bowl, poured the oily soup into it, and the two little puppies wagging their tails wobbled up to it, lick, lick and began to eat.

After the two puppies were full, he took them out of the island, put them back into the broken carton he had brought them home in, found an old piece of clothing to put inside it, and left the carton beside the firewood pile in the kitchen.

Then he went back to the island, loaded a pot with the “chicken soup” he had simmered for two or three hours, and left the house.

Only when he arrived at Lin Baoguo’s house and opened the door did Yan Fei suddenly realize a problem – his “chicken soup” didn’t have a single piece of meat in it.

Aside from some soybeans and peanuts, it was entirely water.

Fortunately, he had a thick skin and unashamedly said to Lin Baoguo’s mother who opened the door: “Auntie, this is chicken soup I’ve cooked for my sister-in-law.

It contains medicinal herbs from Old Master He.

It’s great for confinement month.”

The old lady was immediately moved, “Come in quickly, such a thoughtful child at a young age, come in immediately…”

Despite having thick skin, Yan Fei couldn’t handle the old lady’s enthusiasm.

After pouring the watery soup into the pot the old lady had brought out, he quickly left, feeling a little embarrassed.