Although the food was not as good as what Wang Jin had in his previous life, it was still acceptable and much better than what he had in the past few days.
The man wrote down everything he said. He even wrote down the dishes he mentioned casually, as if he was determined to take care of him.
Wang Jin tasted them one by one and found that the vegetables tasted a bit like melon seedlings, very tender, crispy and delicious.
The man's cooking skills are getting better and better. The standard of Dongpo pork and braised lion head is already very high. The cumin pork slices are very tender and fragrant when coated with cumin, but because the cumin is not in powdered form... it's a little lacking.
Wang Jin couldn't help but sigh while eating: "It would be great if I had a mortar and pestle to grind the cumin into powder. Then the fried cumin pork slices... the pork slices would be coated with a layer of cumin powder, and the taste would be delicious."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes, as if recalling the taste, with a look of greed on his face.
The man took one look at the piece of meat, pursed his lips and asked, "What is a mortar?"
Wang Jin blinked and gestured, "It's probably a stone bowl with a stone hammer similar to a bone. Then you can put the cumin in and pound it into powder, or you can pound the coarse cumin into a finer texture."
Hearing this, the man thought for a moment and said, "I'll make one tomorrow."
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows when he heard this. If the man said he could do it, then he could definitely do it.
After eating, Wang Jin covered his round stomach, looked at the busy man and asked, "You even picked cumin, what about the herbs I mentioned?"
The man paused for a moment, nodded and said, "I picked it."
"Really?" Wang Jin jumped up and pulled the man, saying, "Then add them to the medicinal mud!"
The man looked at him helplessly, took out a jar from his arms and handed it to Wang Jindao: "It has been added, the medicinal mud is here."
Wang Jin couldn't wait to take it in his hand, opened it and smelled it. It smelled the same as in his previous life. He scooped out a little and smeared it on the man's face, but was easily blocked by the man. The man looked at the red and swollen part of Wang Jin's hand and said, "Apply it on your hand first."
Wang Jin shook his head, nimbly moved around the man, applied medicine to his scar and said, "It won't be a problem."
After an afternoon, the wound no longer hurt. Now the key is to see if the effect is the same as that of Bisheng ointment. If it is the same, the man's scar will heal in five days at most.
Besides, the scar had been treated with medicine before and had faded a little.
Wang Jin was thinking about the efficacy of the medicine, but it sounded different to the man.
The man still remembered that when this madman first arrived home, he was scratched by a vine and it was like the sky was falling. He was so scared that his face turned pale and he cried out in pain. He even wanted to ask the pharmacist to treat him himself.
But now, his hands were covered with fine scratches, and some places looked severely red and swollen. But this time, not only did he not cry out in pain, he also focused on applying the medicine on his scars.
The man was touched, but at the same time he felt sad. It was because he was not good enough that he could not let this man live the life he wanted.
The man reached out and took Wang Jin's hand, scooped up a lump of medicinal mud, and gently rubbed it on his hand.
Wang Jin was stunned, and with his fingers slightly curled, he pulled his hand back from the man's hand, returned the medicine bottle to the man and said, "Remember to apply it every day. It will probably be healed in three to five days."