interesting
Zhao Rihua shook his head helplessly. Wang's One-Ingredient Soup was very famous, but in Ye Feng's mouth, it became quite interesting.
"Ye Feng, don't keep me in suspense. What did you taste?"
Not to mention Zhao Rihua, Jiang Yixue's heart was so nervous that it almost jumped out of her throat.
After Zhao Rihua and his team failed in the laboratory analysis, she asked the workers in the factory to pay attention to what medicinal herbs the Wang family used.
But unfortunately, the Wang family was very cautious and did not allow anyone except the Wang family to enter the most critical production line.
"No… "
Ye Feng said lightly.
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Yixue felt a little discouraged.
Zhao Rihua also had a complicated expression on his face. He felt a little sorry that Ye Feng couldn't taste it, but he also felt a little relieved for it.
If he failed to detect it with his sophisticated instruments, but Ye Feng tasted it with his mouth, then he would be too embarrassed to face anyone.
"Of course it's impossible not to..."
But at this moment, Ye Feng suddenly finished his previous words with a smile, and then said playfully: "It's just a one-ingredient soup, it's not a magic recipe, what can't be tasted out."
He tasted it?!
Zhao Rihua’s eyes suddenly widened and stared at Ye Feng.
"You bastard, you just know how to play tricks on me..."
Jiang Yixue punched Ye Feng's shoulder in anger and joy, and then said, "Tell it quickly, let Professor Zhao compare their research results to see if they are correct."
"How can I tell you the prescription? It must be written down..." Ye Feng shook his head speechlessly.
What is a prescription? A prescription is something that should be written on paper.
"You're such a jerk, you're quite particular..."
Jiang Yixue glared at Ye Feng, then took him and Zhao Rihua into the office.
Looking at the backs of the three people, the graduates of Tongren Medical University were full of envy.
Jiang Yixue's president's office is accessible to only a few people in Tianyuan Group.
And those people, without exception, are people like Zhao Rihua who have made great contributions to Tianyuan Group, and the youngest is over 40 years old.
But now their eighteen-year-old junior has joined this group.
Walking to the desk, Ye Feng scanned the desk, then picked up a brush that Jiang Yixue used to copy Buddhist scriptures and meditate, as well as a copy of yesterday's Beijing Morning Post.
For Ye Feng, although the recipe of Wang's Yiwu Decoction has to be written on paper, this recipe is not worth writing on a clean paper. A piece of yesterday's waste newspaper is enough!
With just a raise of his wrist, everyone's attention was immediately attracted to Ye Feng.
Regardless of how well he writes, the posture alone has a unique beauty. His writing is like a sudden rainstorm and a whirlwind, changing with every stroke, vast and unrestrained, making one feel as if there is a storm under his pen.
"alright… "
After writing a few words, Ye Feng put the pen back into the pen holder and handed the newspaper to Zhao Rihua.
Zhao Rihua wiped the sweat off his trousers with his hands, then carefully took the newspaper with trembling hands as if he was holding a heavy stone.
It’s not that he couldn’t even hold a piece of paper steadily, but on this thin piece of paper was written the prescription of Wang’s Yiwu Decoction, the secret work of several generations of the Wang family.
Just considering the money the Wang family earned from Wang’s Yiwu Soup, if what Ye Feng wrote is true, then this newspaper is an absolute gold-dollar prescription. One prescription is worth a thousand gold coins and weighs a thousand pounds!
“Good handwriting!”
After scanning the newspaper, Zhao Rihua looked up in shock, looked at Ye Feng and exclaimed sincerely: "If you had shown this cursive calligraphy that has mastered the essence of Zhang Xu's calligraphy earlier, you wouldn't have made me look down on you."
Ye Feng smiled. In addition to teaching him medical skills, the lecherous old man also taught him a lot of other things.
After Jiang Yixue heard this and glanced at the newspaper, she couldn't help but gasp.
She had practiced calligraphy and could tell good from bad. She felt that even if Ye Feng's cursive calligraphy was entered into the Zhong Yao Award, it should not be a problem for him to win a gold cup.
"Scutellaria baicalensis, Coptis chinensis, Curcuma aromatica, Gardenia jasminoides, Lycium bark, Juncus effusus, Gentiana scabra..."
At this moment, Zhao Rihua also read out the prescription that Ye Feng wrote on the newspaper word by word.
The more he read, the more excited his face became.
Every medicine written by Ye Feng was exactly the same as what he analyzed through instruments.
Such a result even made him begin to doubt whether Ye Feng was a human or a robot.
"Honey ginger..."
In shock and excitement, Zhao Rihua slowly read out the last ingredient on the Wang's One-Ingredient Soup written by Ye Feng.
After the word "brief" came out of his mouth, he suddenly clenched his hands, and he didn't even notice that his fingers were tearing the newspaper.
The so-called honey ginger is ginger pickled with honey.
And this medicine was exactly what they failed to detect using instruments in the laboratory.
Or maybe they tested the wrong medicine.
Because what they detected was honey, not honey ginger!
"Yes, it is honey ginger."
Ye Feng nodded, chuckled, and continued, "This is exactly the most interesting part of Wang's Yiwu Decoction. This recipe actually only requires ginger. But for the sake of confidentiality, the Wang family deliberately prepared the ginger with honey first, which neutralized the spiciness of the ginger while retaining its medicinal effects."
Zhao Rihua was holding the newspaper, so excited that he didn't know what to say.
The more he studied it over the past two years, the more curious he became about Wang's Yiwu Soup. He really wanted to know what kind of formula made Wang's Yiwu Soup so effective.
But no matter how he analyzed and tested, there were always flaws.
But now, Ye Feng was able to restore the recipe of Wang's Yiwu Tang just by relying on his sense of taste.
What kind of tongue is this that has a sense of taste so powerful that even precision instruments cannot match it
Suddenly, Zhao Rihua's heart moved, and he remembered an extremely ancient legend. He looked up at Ye Feng in shock, and said in disbelief:
"God's Tongue! Are you the legendary God's Tongue?!"
Jiang Yixue looked at each other in confusion when she heard this.
Although she had never studied medicine, as the saying goes, long-term illness makes one a doctor. In addition, because Tianyuan Group was involved in the pharmaceutical industry, she had more or less heard some medical terms, but she had never heard of the three words "God's tongue".
Not only her, Ye Feng was also confused and didn't understand what the Tongue of God was.
"you do not know?"
Seeing Ye Feng's face full of doubts, Zhao Rihua was shocked, then explained with a wry smile -
"The so-called divine tongue is a very old legend in traditional Chinese medicine, which is said to have originated from Shennong. People with the divine tongue can judge the efficacy and composition of medicinal materials with just their tongue without any other auxiliary means..."
"When someone told me this, I thought it was absurd, but I didn't expect that it was not just a legend. In this world, there are actually people with divine tongues..."