Shen Qing responded and went out to buy so jars.
Before long, he ca back, carrying two jars in each hand.
Yun Jiao asked him to clean the jars thoroughly, then took so Glauber’s salt from the dicine cabinet and headed to the west wing room.
Lao Jiu was sweating profusely while working in the west wing room. Yun Jiao laughed and said, "Take a break, why are you working so hard?"
"With the weather so hot now, try to work early and late, and rest in the afternoon and at noon to avoid heatstroke."
Lao Jiu wiped his sweat and said with a smile, "Thank you, boss."
Yun Jiao walked to the main hall, where several large waterlons were placed on the floor.
She tapped each waterlon and couldn’t make up her mind for a while.
Lao Jiu ca over, patted several waterlons, picked one up, and said, "Boss, this one is definitely ripe."
Yun Jiao shook her head, "I want one that’s not ripe."
Lao Jiu put down the waterlon, patted each one again, and picked another, "This one should still be tender."
Yun Jiao had Ah Tie take the waterlon to the kitchen, place it on the chopping board, wash the knife, and then cut it open.
The waterlon was indeed not very ripe; although the flesh was red, it looked tender and was not sandy.
Yun Jiao quickly cut off the flesh, then chopped the rind into small pieces.
Lao Jiu, Ah Tie, and Shen Qing couldn’t help but swallow, and Guihua occasionally glanced at the cut-off flesh.
So of them hadn’t even tasted it, while so had tried it, but in this sumr heat, seeing it instinctively made them want to eat.
Yun Jiao laughed, "What are you waiting for, go ahead and eat."
"But the waterlon isn’t ripe, it isn’t tasty, so don’t bla ."
Guihua brought a plate, loaded so pieces, and went to the backyard.
Lao Jiu also took so with a plate and signaled Ah Tie to take them to the front yard.
Yun Jiao chopped the waterlon rind into small pieces, then put them in a clay jar, layering waterlon and sprinkling on so Glauber’s salt, repeating the process.
When the jar was full, she covered it tightly.
She took it to the west wing room, placing the jar by the window, where it was ventilated but not exposed to the sun.
One waterlon rind filled one jar, and Yun Jiao wasn’t in a hurry; she could make more after eating the waterlons.
After finishing the task, Yun Jiao washed her hands under the corridor. Shen Qing finished a piece of waterlon, "So, the dicine is ready?"
Yun Jiao laughed, shaking her head, "Not yet, it needs a few more days."
Shen Qing asked again, "What’s the na of this dicine then?"
Yun Jiao responded, "Waterlon Frost."
"When you make this dicine in the future, be sure to use unglazed clay jars. Glazed ones aren’t breathable, so the frost won’t form."
Shen Qing nodded and rembered carefully.
After dinner, Yun Jiao told Shen Qing, "Take a waterlon ho for your aunt and uncle."
Shen Qing was delighted, thanked Yun Jiao, and carefully picked up the net bag to go ho.
The next day, Yun Jiao was in the shop, seeing patients, when the man who had suffered heatstroke and his two guards ca in.
Sure enough, they were all wearing very light silk clothes. The young master held a folding fan, fanning non-stop, clearly still wary of heatstroke.
On the day the young master was on the bed feeling ill, it wasn’t clear, but now he appeared very tall, even taller than Ah Hu.
Moreover, the man’s thick brows and sharp eyes seed to carry an aura of dominance, conflicting with the bamboo-painted folding fan in his hand.
The young master nodded to Yun Jiao upon entering, then began looking around the shop.
His two guards went to the counter and bought several bottles of White dicine, injury oil, and Huo Shui.
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