Tian Rong looked at Qin Hao with equal surprise. Was he just a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse, or did he actually see something?
Qin Hao said to Xia Yingjie with a smile, "I dabble in ancient medicine in my spare time. I'm sort of a doctor. Your uncle has bloodshot eyes, a slightly yellow complexion, and a thick, dry yellow coating on his tongue. It's quite easy to diagnose your uncle's condition."
Xia Yingjie was genuinely stunned, "So, young man, what illness do I have? How should it be treated?"
Qin Hao showed an expression of difficulty, "Uncle, this is a roasted duck shop."
Xia Yingjie, slightly embarrassed, smiled, "Then, give me a roasted duck first."
Qin Hao, "Sure, which one would you like?"
"That one there."
Qin Hao donned a thin plastic glove, took out the duck Xia Yingjie pointed to, and weighed it, a little over three pounds, "Ninety yuan and fifty cents, let's make it ninety. Shall I cut it here?"
"Um, yes, cut it."