A crowd of people went to the wine building, and the idle onlookers who had gathered in the street to watch the excitement also dispersed. However, there were still a dozen or so particularly idle and enthusiastic spectators who actually followed them all the way into the wine building.

  They went up to the wine building and entered a luxurious room. Wang Pingan turned his head and found that a group of people were following behind him. He hurriedly said, "Everyone, if this matter has nothing to do with you, please stop here and don't come in. Although this house is not small, it can't hold too many people. You say yes!"

  It's easy to talk and negotiate, idle people are not unreasonable either. They listened to him speaking politely and nodded in agreement. Although they didn't enter the room, they all squeezed outside and peeked inside through the open door.

  Following them in, apart from Zhao Bi, Lu Xiu and the two little maidservants, there were also Cheng Zhou Tong holding a child and that old man wearing official robes. Huo Xiu also followed them in. There was another young man who looked not much older than Wang Ping An, just a bit older. This young man called the old man in official robes "father", apparently his son. But as for the relationships between these people, Wang Ping An wasn't clear.

  As soon as he entered the house, Cheng Zhou said: "Wang Sheng, what do you want to ask? Ask quickly! What's the final treatment for this child's illness? You must come up with a plan!"

  Wang Pingan said, "Mr. Cheng, don't be anxious, let's take it slow and clarify things one by one, that's the way to prescribe medicine." After sitting down, he beckoned the child to come over, looked at the child's face, and asked in a gentle tone, "Good kid, tell your uncle, what did you eat today? Was there anything unusual?"

  The child's neck was also swollen, and he wanted to shake his head, but it felt uncomfortable, so he could only say in a soft voice: "There's nothing to eat, Grandpa Chang doesn't allow me to eat anything!"

  The old man in the official robe hastily said, "Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand. This child has been uncomfortable since last night. We didn't pay attention to it at first, thinking it was because he slept in a new place. Who knew that when he got up this morning, he became like this? I dare not let him eat, what if the illness gets worse and we can't bear it?"

  Wang Ping'an nodded and looked up at the old man in official robes, asking: "Sir, you said this child has been uncomfortable since last night? Why did he need to change places to sleep, are you his grandfather?" Since the child was the grandson of Cheng Zhou Tong, and the old man was so concerned, Wang Ping'an asked this question.

  "The old man is not his great-grandfather!" The old man in official robes sighed and told the whole story.

  The old man's name was Chang Qingfeng, and he was a scholar-official who worked in the governor's office. Because his youngest son was getting married today, he had borrowed his friend Cheng Zhou's grandson yesterday to have the child sleep on the new bed for one night as a substitute for the newlyweds, which is a folk custom. The idea behind this custom is that if a young boy rolls around on the new bed the night before the wedding, the newlyweds will soon give birth to a noble son.

  Cheng Zhou nodded in agreement beside him. He had originally planned to go to his old friend's house for a wedding banquet after lunch, but unexpectedly, before noon, Chang Qingfeng sent someone to inform him that something had happened to Little Sunzi. He rushed to the Chang family home and found that Little Sunzi had transformed into this state!

  Wang Pingan said, "So that's how it is. Since it's a wedding, I'm sure the Chang family has prepared many delicious dishes. Before this child fell ill, what did you feed him? Think back carefully and don't leave out any details."

  Chang Qingfeng thought for a moment and said, "The child had dinner at my house. He's small and can't eat much. He had honey steamed eggs and a few meatballs. That's right, after dinner he also drank some honey jujube water."

  Wang Ping'an nodded several times, thinking to himself: "Honey, eggs, meatballs, honey dates, which one is it?" He asked again: "Is there any seasoning mixed in the meatballs?"

  Chang Qingfeng said: "Nothing much, just salt, eggs, ginger... Ah yes, and some good stuff, it's Sichuan pepper from Hu Shang!"

  Cheng Zhou suddenly shouted: "Isn't it because you ate that pepper and got sick? Ah, Brother Chang, you're so muddled. What's good about foreign things? How can you eat them randomly!"

  Chang Qingfeng scowled and said: "How was I supposed to know that thing would make me sick if I ate it?!"

  Wang Ping'an furrowed his brow. According to the "Tang Bencao", pepper is used to relieve flatulence, warm the middle, remove phlegm and dispel wind-cold from the viscera. Although the "Tang Bencao" had not been written at that time, it was only about a decade later, so if it could be recorded in medical books, it means that the Tang people already knew pepper well. Could it be an allergy to pepper? But the symptoms don't seem like it.

  Chang Qingfeng's son suddenly interjected: "This child also ate some dates and longans, but they were all dried goods. It's impossible to buy fresh ones at this time of year!"

  He's the most depressed person in this house. Originally, today was supposed to be his wedding day, but before he could even leave to pick up his bride, something like this happened. The child is so sick, and it looks like the happy occasion is going to turn into a funeral. He can't get married now! On one side, people are crying, on the other side, they're holding the wedding ceremony, it's not right at all! The first day of marriage is already like this, how will they spend the rest of their lives?! Now that the auspicious hour has passed, it seems that the wedding needs to be postponed. How can he not be depressed?!

  Wang Ping'an looked at the child, speechless for a long time. The child was not big, just a little bit, how could he eat so much? He ate so many things in one meal, it's hard to judge what kind of appetite he had!

  At this moment, a loud shout was heard outside the door, "Guests, be careful, turn back slowly, and beware of oil splashing!" Along with the shout, the waiter entered the house, holding a tray in his hand, and brought up several dishes. These few dishes were all excellent in color, fragrance, and taste, and were carefully prepared by the master chef of the wine tower, which ordinary guests couldn't get to eat!

  As soon as the dishes were served, Wang Pingan noticed that the child was staring at the food on the table and swallowing his saliva, clearly wanting to eat. Wang Pingan was taken aback, thinking: "This kid still has an appetite?" He asked: "Do you want to eat? If you do, go ahead!"

  The child looked back at Cheng Zhongtong, and Cheng Zhongtong looked at Wang Ping'an again. Seeing that Wang Ping'an nodded slightly, he said: "Then you can eat now, don't eat too hastily!"

  The child was young and hungry, so he wanted to eat. He was uncomfortable and wanted to cry. He hadn't reached the age where he could hide his emotions yet. Seeing his grandfather agree, he stretched out his small hand, grabbed a chicken strip, and started eating it.

  Everyone present saw that the child's head had swollen to such an extent, yet he still had an appetite for food, and they couldn't help but be shocked. What kind of illness was this? Zhao Bi snorted in disdain, looking at Lu Xiu, the two young masters exchanged a glance and smiled, their faces full of contempt.

  Wang Ping'an saw the child eating with his hands and hastily asked: "Mr. Chang, is it that when the child eats at your house, he doesn't use clean utensils?"

  Chang Qingfeng immediately shook his head and said, "How is this possible? My son's wedding, from the house to the furniture and bedding, everything is new, even the toilet is new. How can it be unclean?"

  Wang Ping'an let out a sigh and stood up, saying: "Just speculating here won't lead to anything. If Lord Chang doesn't mind, can I go take a look at your house?"

  Chang Qingfeng hastily said: "Alright, alright! My home is not far from here, just across the street. Let's go, Little Divine Doctor Ping'an, follow me!"

  Wang Pingan hinted that the child should not be allowed to eat anymore, and Cheng Zhou picked him up together with others. They all left the private room. In just a short while, there were many more people outside watching the excitement. Seeing Wang Pingan come out, they immediately followed him and left the wine building.

  Chang Qingfeng's home was not far from here, after crossing the main street and turning a corner, he arrived. At this time, the Chang family was in a mess, the Chang family members were explaining to the maternal relatives who came to ask questions, and the guests who came to congratulate also stood in the courtyard, discussing and arguing.

  Chang Qingfeng accompanied Wang Ping'an into the big yard, explaining a few sentences to his relatives who came up to question him. He didn't have the mood to deal with marriage now, and he had to hurry up and cure his old friend's grandson, or else he wouldn't be able to explain himself! He directly led Wang Ping'an into the kitchen.

  As there was no banquet, the ingredients in the kitchen were not moved. Wang Ping'an made a round and didn't find anything special to pay attention to, so he let Chang Qingfeng lead him to take a look at the new house. A large group of onlookers followed behind his butt, including the guests in the courtyard, with nearly a hundred people following him around, and the courtyard was almost crowded.

  The new house is located in a separate small courtyard. As soon as you enter the yard, you can see that it's very clean and tidy inside, with brand-new roof tiles, which indeed indicates that it's a newly built house. Once you step inside, looking at the furniture, they are all shiny and bright, and there's still a hint of fresh paint smell in the air, which confirms that they are new furniture too. Looking further onto the bed, there's a big red quilt with embroidered mandarin ducks, extremely festive.

  Wang Ping'an took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, turned around and asked Chang Qingfeng: "The child was fine after eating dinner, it was in this room, on this bed, that he fell ill in the middle of the night, right?"

  Chang Qingfeng nodded hastily: "That's right, that's exactly what it is! The little god of medicine said not a single word wrong!"

  Wang Ping'an stroked the wooden bed that had been polished until it shone like a mirror and smiled, saying: "Alright, I've found the cause of the illness!"

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  Tremella and Mutton Baozi

  Formula: Tuckahoe 30g, flour 1000g, fresh mutton 500g.

  Method: First, take the Chinese angelica and decoct it three times, adding an appropriate amount of water each time. After boiling for one hour, take out the medicinal liquid. Combine the three batches of medicinal liquid with wheat flour and make dough using a conventional method. Chop the mutton into minced meat and mix it with other seasonings to make meat filling. After the dough is well-proofed, shape it into buns and steam them until cooked.

  Warming and tonifying spleen and kidney.

  Usage: Can be used as staple food or for breakfast and dinner.