"Our company has launched more than a dozen medicinal foods, and the sales volume is not good because the Chinese medicine tastes too strong, and most people don't like to take medicine.

Later we had to reduce the dose of Chinese medicine, and sales continued to rise. Since then, the nutritional products produced have repeatedly diluted the flavor of Chinese medicine."

Jiang Luo nodded and said, "Who is willing to take medicine if you are not sick? Moreover, Chinese medicinal materials are of great value and the cost is too high, it is not easy to get back the money. Your choice is not wrong."

Zhang Yang said seriously: "Actually, we still want to make real nutritional products, not to produce sweet drinks to cater to the market."

Jiang Luo had never been involved in the field of nutritional products before, but now he knows several formulas that can make medicinal porridge with excellent flavor, so he is inevitably interested in this regard.

I really want to do a medicinal food business, and it is a good choice to cooperate with Zhang Zhongjing Group.

"If it were possible to reduce the medicinal smell while ensuring the efficacy, Chinese medicine has condensed the achievements of China's five thousand years of civilization and should not be on the second front in modern society.

Brother Zhang, I will go to Xuancheng to have a look in a while and we will discuss in detail then."

Zhang Yang was secretly happy. Jiang Luo proposed an interview and claimed that there was a chance of cooperation. He hurriedly said warmly: "Okay, I welcome you at any time."

Jiang Hua said: "Xiao Zhang, don't leave at noon today. Stay for dinner. I'll ask Jiang Luo to cook a few dishes for you."

Zhang Yang turned to look at Jiang Luo and waited for him to express his opinion.

Jiang Luo smiled and said, "You can try my skills. Even ordinary dishes, I can make them into peerless delicacies, but it takes a lot of time. Today I will make an exception for you."

"Really or false?" Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, full of expectations.

As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang. He saw that it was Gao Min's call, and he was afraid of arousing Jiang Luo's disgust, so he did not dare to answer.

"You will know if you try it. I'll prepare it first." Jiang Luo got up and went into the kitchen, took out the remaining medicinal materials he had given birth yesterday.

At noon, Jiang Luo served eight dishes on the table and asked his parents and Zhang Yang to taste them.

Zhang Yang tasted eight dishes one by one, and gave a thumbs up every time he ate it, exclaiming: "Jiang Luo, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good. These dishes look inconspicuous at first glance, with incomplete color, aroma and taste, but they taste with relish, which is completely different from ordinary home-cooked dishes."

"I have put more than a dozen kinds of Chinese medicines that can be delicious?" Jiang Luo smiled and took a sip of tea.

Zhang Yang was stunned. He didn't taste more than a dozen Chinese medicines at all, which was equivalent to smashing the signature of the Chinese medicine family.

However, he soon realized that Jiang Luo's attainment in traditional Chinese medicine was unfathomable. As long as Jiang Luo joined, the sales of new medicinal porridge would not be worrying at all.

Jiang Hua felt so beautiful when he ate the dishes made by his son. A few days ago, he was worried about the "home change" scandal, and now he doesn't care about the past at all.

With such a good son who is both civil and military, and who is a man of a good man, what else can he worry about?

After dinner, Zhang Yang stood up and said goodbye. Jiang Luo's family sent him outside the door and exchanged greetings again.

After returning to the living room, Jiang Hua was so energetic that he said, "I wanted to seek cooperation with Zhang Zhongjing Group a few years ago, but they were very xenophobic and did not allow outsiders to invest.

I didn’t expect that your bowl of porridge attracted Chairman Zhang’s only son. As long as we cooperate with them, our family can quickly expand our company to the field of medicinal materials.”

Jiang Luo also smiled, "Dad, I know your plan, otherwise why would you cook for Zhang Yang?"

Yu Li also praised Jiang Luo for being happy and the family of three was happy.

They were having a happy chat, and an uninvited guest came to the door.

The man was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, with a faded purple gold crown tied on his gray hair, four or five patches on his Taoist robe, black cloth shoes, and an old black leather bag on his hands.

No matter how you look like a beggar, Jiang Luo's first reaction when he saw him was that the security guards in Dihao Villa were really having an idle meal and actually put a flower in.

He pushed open the glass door and asked, "May I ask, is this Jiang Luo's family?"

The nanny hurriedly grabbed the door and shouted, "Please go out, be careful we will sue you for breaking into a private house."

Jiang Hua waved his hand, "A Lian, don't be rude. Prepare some food for this old man and send it out."

The Taoist priest rolled his eyes and said angrily: "I'm here to find Jiang Luo to repay his kindness. He saved my grandson yesterday and my son today. If this is not his family, I will leave immediately.

I want to get the wind and rain in Baiyun Temple, and I want to get the wind and rain, and I have no worries about food and clothing. Do you actually treat me as a beggar?"

Jiang Luo was surprised and said in surprise: "You are... Lin Xunhuan's grandfather?"

The Taoist priest looked at Jiang Luo and said, "That's right, I am Lin Yuhua, the grandfather of Xunhua, Lin Jian's father. It seems that you are Jiang Luo."

Jiang Luo quickly said, "I've misunderstood. This old man is not..., it's my friend's grandfather, who is here to find me."

Jiang Hua and Yu Li were relieved and quickly ordered the nanny to pour tea for the guests.

"Grandpa Lin, how about Mr. Lin Jian now?" Jiang Luo asked with a smile.

Lin Yuhua sat on the sofa, put his bag on the expensive glass coffee table, and said, "Jian'er is not seriously injured. She is in the hospital for infusion. After Xunhuan called me, I rushed to the hospital.

Mr. Jiang, how can I not repay you for your great kindness to our Lin family? The things in this bag are not expensive, but I would like to accept my wishes."

In front of others, Jiang Luo didn't even want to open the black bag. Out of curiosity, he activated his spiritual sense and scanned the things in his bag.

There is no gold or banknotes in the bag, nor does it have rural local specialties. There is only a pill the size of a glass ball, or sugar pill, and a thick ancient book with four regular characters written on the cover - Danxia Neijing.

I heard from Lin Xunhuan that Lin Yuhua’s Taoist name is Danxia Zhenren. Could it be that Danxia’s Neijing was a medical book written by him?

Jiang Luo felt a little disappointed. Although he did not repay his kindness, even if Lin Yuhua brought him some rural local specialties, it was better than these two things.

Jiang Hua said in a harmonious voice: "Old man, you came by the bus. It must be very hard to travel today."

Lin Yuhua shook his head, "I never take a car, I walked by with my legs. I left Baiyunguan, went to the city hospital, and then to your house, and walked about two hundred miles."

Jiang Luo secretly laughed. This old man is really bragging. Even a marathon champion can't run such a long way, not to mention that he is nearly 70 years old and has no physical strength.

The family of three smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to answer the conversation.

Lin Yuhua took a few sips of tea and sighed: "I was nearly fifty years old and I had only given birth to a son. I finally pulled my son up, and now my grandson is almost adult.

If they have a good time, it would be boring for me to live, Mr. Jiang, thank you."

"Grandpa Lin, you are so polite."
Chapter completed!