Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

"Wanrou, medicinal cuisine is good, but it can only be the icing on the cake." Sun Shouzhen looked at the steaming medicine stove in the backyard and slammed his house call logbook heavily onto the stone table.

"If you really encounter those old guys who are on their last legs and whose internal organs are about to decay, they won't be able to save their lives just by eating a few bites of this astragalus and codonopsis soup."

Lin Wanrou was wiping her hands with a rag when she heard this, so she stopped and walked over to the old man.

"Grandpa Sun, according to your opinion, how else can we upgrade this business?" Lin Wanrou poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to him.

Sun Shouzhen took the teacup and used the lid to skim off the floating leaves.

"Most of the important figures we're treating now have serious internal injuries from years of fighting. Now that they're older, their bodily functions are declining. These few nourishing soups can only help temporarily, not forever."

Sun Shouzhen tapped the table with a withered finger. "If we want to make a name for our 'Rouxintang' in Beijing and win over those rich and powerful people, we need to have a special skill: snatching people from the jaws of death."

Lin Wanrou's mind raced. She turned and went into the main room, opened the locked drawer, and took out the book "Qing Nang Bu" wrapped tightly in red cloth from the bottom shelf.

This tattered book is the second half of the book that Ya Ya and her friends got back from the ghost market. It's full of potent and dangerous medicines that ordinary people wouldn't dare to use.

She turned to the third-to-last page and pointed to a line of obscure and difficult-to-understand folk remedies.

"Look at this, this prescription is called 'Heaven-Mending Soup.' The annotations in the book clearly state that it can treat deficiencies in the five internal organs and restore life." Lin Wanrou pointed to the yellowed paper with her fingertip. "Let's brew this soup and make it our shop's prized possession."

Sun Shouzhen took out his reading glasses from his pocket, put them on his nose, squinted, and peered at the screen for a long time. He didn't laugh; instead, he shook his head repeatedly.

"The prescription is absolutely superb; it's a secret formula used in the palace to save lives. But look at what's required here!" Sun Shouzhen sighed, tapping the pages of the book.

"The first ingredient must be wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain, over a hundred years old, grown in extremely cold regions; the second ingredient must be a fifty-year-old purple-blooded Ganoderma lucidum as an adjuvant! Just these two ingredients alone could empty Tongrentang's warehouse. What are we going to use to brew this?"

Ya Ya was sitting on the steps eating walnuts. She pinched the edge of the walnut with two fingers, and with a little force, the hard shell crumbled into pieces. She peeled out the whole walnut kernel and put it in her mouth, her big eyes rolling around.

The things that made the old man so worried that he plucked his beard were no big deal to her. With her two-hundred-square-meter personal space and that chilling spiritual spring pool, what couldn't grow there?

"Mom, Grandpa Sun." Ya Ya patted the crumbs off her hands and stood up. "You two just focus on figuring out how to cook it properly. Leave the herbs to me. I'll go ask Grandpa Lei for a permit and go dig them up for you deep in the mountains."

Sun Shouzhen dismissed it as a five-year-old child's boasting and waved it off. Lin Wanrou, however, knew her daughter's extraordinary abilities and made the decision without asking any further questions.

"Alright, let's try making this Heaven-Mending Soup!"

That night, the front gate was locked. Gu Changfeng was reviewing the military region's topographical map in his study, while Lin Wanrou was organizing the accounts in her room. Ya Ya lay on the canopy bed, pretending to be asleep. She pulled the covers over her head, her mind sinking, and she slipped into her spatial dimension.

The space had changed. Since the seventy chests of gold were collected in the desert, the area had expanded to almost half the size of a football field. The water in the spirit spring pool was crystal clear, and the black soil next to it was so fertile it seemed to be oozing oil.

Ya Ya took a small shovel and ran to the edge of the medicinal herb field. She picked out two of the thickest wild ginseng seedlings and found two wild Ganoderma lucidum buds the size of a fingernail. She carried a wooden bucket, scooped half a bucket of highly concentrated spiritual spring water into the pool, and poured it all over the roots of the seedlings.

The seedlings, after being dipped in the undiluted solution, grew upwards at an alarming rate visible to the naked eye.

The ginseng's green stems and leaves grew wildly, and the roots underground pushed the soil mounds until they cracked. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the roots of the two wild ginseng plants had pushed out two large pits in the black soil.

Ya Ya casually brushed aside the black mud and pulled out two plump, top-quality ginseng roots.

The ginseng is robust, with each ginseng root clearly defined and covered with fine pearl-like dots. Its rhizome is extremely long. With such quality, people would believe it's five hundred years old, let alone a hundred.

The two Ganoderma lucidum buds next to it had also grown to the size of large bowls, with a purplish-red color and a metallic sheen on their caps.

Ya Ya stuffed the pile of top-grade divine medicines into a small bamboo basket and then withdrew her consciousness from the space.

The next morning, just as Niu Dan finished sweeping the yard clean, Ya Ya carried a bamboo basket to the backyard and dumped it onto the stone table like she was taking out trash.

"Grandpa Sun, the grass roots you wanted, I asked Grandpa Lei to send a car to take me to the deep mountains to dig them up yesterday."

Sun Shouzhen was drinking his gruel from an enamel mug when he looked down and saw the old ginseng and purple-blooded lingzhi mushroom rolling off the table. His hand trembled, and half the mug of hot gruel spilled onto his shoes, scalding him so much that he jumped up and down without bothering to wipe it off. The old man rushed to the table, picked up the ginseng king with both hands, and almost dropped his reading glasses.

"My goodness! The 500-year-old ninth-grade leaf ginseng king, extinct in Changbai Mountain! This purple blood lingzhi has even developed a jade-like patina!" Sun Shouzhen's lips trembled with excitement. He turned to Ya Ya and said, "Little ancestor, you didn't go to the deep mountains to dig for herbs, you went to raid the King of Hell's private treasury!"

Lin Wanrou walked over, put the medicinal herbs into a plate, and said calmly and decisively, "The herbs are ready, Master. Let's start the furnace."

For the next three days and three nights, "Royal Cuisine Tender Heart" refused to receive any guests. The gates were tightly shut, and even Jiang Guo and Niu Dan were helping to chop firewood in the courtyard. Lin Wanrou and Sun Shouzhen stood guard in front of the large purple clay medicine furnace in the backyard.

The cooking process for this Heaven-Mending Soup is extremely demanding. First, it must be brought to a boil over high heat, then simmered over low heat. During the process, more than a dozen auxiliary herbs must be added according to the appointed time, and the fire must never be extinguished.

Lin Wanrou hadn't slept for three days, and her eyes were bloodshot. Ya Ya felt sorry for her mother, so while pouring water, she added a small half bowl of highly concentrated spiritual spring water to the large water vat to ensure the medicine's effects were maximized.

Late on the third night, the stove lid was suddenly pushed open by a burst of white steam.

Instead of the pungent bitter smell of Chinese medicine, it exuded a refreshing and pleasant fragrance. One whiff was enough to rouse even Hei Feng, who was dozing in the backyard, to his feet, and Sun Shouzhen felt all the fatigue from staying up late these past two days vanish.

"It's done!" Sun Shouzhen stirred the thick, dark purple ointment at the bottom of the stove with a wooden spoon, tears streaming down his face. "The Heaven-Mending Soup passed down from our ancestors! As long as the patient has a breath left, this soup can forcefully bring them back to life!"

Lin Wanrou breathed a sigh of relief and carefully divided the ointment into five white porcelain bottles, sealing them with corks.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, the heavy vermilion gate in the front yard was smashed with a deafening roar. The door knocker struck the wooden planks, the sound particularly jarring in the alley at midnight.

Outside, it was a chaotic mess, filled with the screeching of jeeps brakes and the heavy, clattering footsteps of military boots.