The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

The courtyard was extremely quiet.

The group of top experts from the Beijing Academy of Sciences, all wearing white coats, stared wide-eyed at the CT scanner that was still emitting a strange resonance.

Can you see into the soul?

These four words struck them like a bombshell, leaving them stunned by their decades-long adherence to a materialistic worldview.

Professor Qian, the leader, was an old man with gray hair. He adjusted his thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, his lips trembling, and it took him a long time to find his voice.

"Advisor Chu, you mean this machine?"

"It can reveal if you were a dog in your past life, believe it or not?" Chu Chen licked the sugar crumbs off his fingers, looking completely matter-of-fact.

Professor Qian almost fainted on the spot because he couldn't catch his breath.

Zhuque, who was standing next to her, couldn't stand it anymore. She cleared her throat and tried to steer the conversation back on track.

"Advisor Chu, Professor Qian and his team are hoping to have some... superficial cooperation with you in scientific research."

"Cooperation?" Chu Chen finally took his eyes off the screen, looked at the group of people, and curled his lip.

"Your equipment is too outdated. Cooperating with me will only lower my average level."

He walked up to the group of experts, put his hands behind his back, and looked like an old cadre inspecting work.

"My CT scanner can now not only examine the three souls and seven spirits, but also scan the causal laws along the timeline. What about yours? You're lucky if you can measure bone density, right?"

The experts looked at each other, their faces burning with embarrassment.

Their equipment can indeed only measure bone density.

"However..." Chu Chen changed the subject, his eyes darting around.

"Since you have such a strong thirst for knowledge, I'll show you the way."

He reached out his chubby little hand and patted Professor Qian's arm.

"I'm planning to host a dinner party, just for a few people. You can bring your junk and watch from the sidelines."

Professor Qian's eyes lit up.

"You mean...?"

"What I mean is, you can collect data on-site and study how my food brought people back from the ICU to the clubbing scene."

Chu Chen said with a grin.

"Of course, there are limited spaces, so if you want to come, you have to show some sincerity."

The news spread extremely quickly, reaching every corner of Beijing's elite circles in less than half an hour.

The little immortal of Qianlongju is going to personally cook and host the first "Spiritual Private Kitchen"!

There are only eight spots available.

How do I obtain it?

Bidding!

In an instant, the entire upper class of the capital went crazy.

Liu Dabiao, the coal mine owner who previously spent a million to buy a cucumber, this time carried a box of gold bars to the entrance of Qianlongju, only to be shut down by Zhou Tian with a single sentence.

"Boss Liu, Master Chen said that our place is all about style. This thing of yours is too tacky, take it back and use it to prop up your table legs."

Liu Dabiao was on the verge of tears.

Immediately afterwards, all sorts of deities began to display their unique abilities, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.

"I'll pay for the land in Wangfujing!" Qian Bancheng, who had recovered from paralysis, sent his butler to announce.

"I'm bringing out my treasured painting, 'Spring Mountains and Companions,' by Tang Bohu, which I've kept for thirty years!"

"I'll offer five percent of my company's original shares!"

The bidding was so intense that Zhou Tian, ​​who was in charge of recording, had a sore hand from writing.

Finally, a real estate tycoon from Hong Kong Island slammed his fist on the table.

"I'll trade my newly built, thirty-story, five-star hotel in the city center for a seat!"

The entire room fell silent.

Would you trade a five-star hotel for a single meal?

This isn't just extravagance, it's surreal.

"make a deal."

Chu Chen's voice drifted leisurely from the courtyard.

"Tell him that the restaurant has been transferred to my grandfather's name, and that he should bring the land deed over for dinner tonight, so he won't be late."

Night falls.

In the backyard of Qianlong Residence, a huge round table made of huanghuali wood is placed in the center.

There were no glittering decorations, only the moonlight overhead and a few dim lanterns in the corner of the courtyard.

The eight bigwigs who qualified through the auction sat upright, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Each of them is someone whose every move can shake their industry.

But now, they were as nervous as scholars about to meet the emperor.

The courtyard gate creaked open.

Two figures, dressed in matching coarse cloth aprons, each carrying a tray, walked out with their heads down and their steps faltering.

One of them was none other than the Master of Xuanyao Valley, now the Chief of the Outhouse, Zhao Wuji.

The other person is Zhao Tiansha, the Grand Elder of Xuanyao Valley and now the Chief Cleaning Officer.

Two once-renowned martial arts masters are now serving dishes. Their aprons are embroidered with five crooked characters in red thread: "Serve the People."

A sharp-eyed tycoon recognized Zhao Tiansha, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Isn't that... isn't that Elder Zhao Tiansha from Xuanyao Valley?"

All eyes were focused on those two faces, which had turned a deep purplish-red from humiliation.

The courtyard was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"What are you looking at?"

A childish, scolding voice broke the silence.

Chu Chen was held in Lin Jianguo's arms and placed on a specially made high chair in the main seat.

He was holding a bottle of Jianlibao (a popular Chinese herbal tea brand), with a straw in his hand, and was drinking it with gusto.

"Let's just eat. Don't turn this into a fan meeting." He pointed to the two masters who were still trembling. "They are now waiters Xiao Zhao and Xiao Zhao, in charge of serving the food. Focus on ordering, the food is getting cold."

The bigwigs shuddered, quickly lowered their heads, and dared not look around again.

With trembling hands, Zhao Tiansha placed a dish from the tray in the center of the table.

It was just an ordinary plate of... stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar.

The only difference is that each strand of potato shreds emits a faint, moonlight-like glow, and a strange, refreshing fragrance enters the nostrils, instantly invigorating the senses.

"Let's eat." Chu Chen waved his little hand.

Eight pairs of chopsticks were extended at the same time.

"Um!"

Mr. Li, the owner of a five-star hotel in Hong Kong Island, hummed contentedly after taking just one bite.

The shredded potatoes melted in his mouth, and a warm, comforting energy slid down his throat, instantly spreading throughout his body. He felt his back, which had been stiff from years of hard work, suddenly relax.

This isn't just shredded potatoes, it's practically a magic pill!

A plate of shredded potatoes was gone in the blink of an eye.

Boss Li and Qian Bancheng, who was sitting next to him, both took a liking to the last piece left on the plate.

The two chopsticks met in mid-air, neither willing to give way.

"Mr. Li, there's a proper order to things. I saw this one first," Qian Bancheng said with a forced smile.

"Boss Qian, you can't say that. I paid for this meal at a hotel." Boss Li wouldn't back down an inch.

It looked like the two were about to have a full-blown fight over half a shredded potato.

"Family members, does anyone understand?"

Chu Chen sucked on his straw and sighed softly.

"Our main focus is on companionship, and this is putting me in a difficult position."

The bigwigs looked at each other, completely baffled by the nonsense this five-year-old was spouting.

But that inexplicable pressure instantly calmed them down.

Boss Li and Qian Bancheng awkwardly put their chopsticks away.

The next few dishes completely shattered the worldviews of these bigwigs who were used to grand occasions.

After eating a plate of stir-fried pork slices with "divine vegetables," a coal mine owner who had suffered from gout for many years felt that his toes no longer hurt.

After finishing a bowl of ordinary egg drop soup, a young internet entrepreneur who had been slurring his speech due to a stroke suddenly became fluent again.

They wolfed down their food while constantly on guard against others snatching it from them; their eating habits were even worse than those of the refugees.

Zhao Wuji and Zhao Tiansha, who were responsible for serving the dishes, almost drooled every time they smelled the tempting aroma.

This is pure torture.

Finally, the last and most important soup was served.

It was a bowl of soup that looked dark and smelled of strange herbs.

"I've named this soup 'Advanced Meng Po Soup,'" Chu Chen explained. "Drinking it will allow you to forget your troubles and start anew."

Everyone looked at the bowl of soup. Although it didn't look very appealing, the rich spiritual energy it contained, almost tangible, still made them swallow hard.

An elderly man sitting at the end of the table shakily served himself a small bowl.

This old man is the patriarch of a reclusive family in the capital. He is said to be over a hundred years old. This time, the family paid a huge price to obtain the spot.

He blew on the steam and carefully took a sip.

The soup went down my throat.

"Well--"

The old man suddenly let out a painful roar and sprang up from his chair.

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and beneath his withered skin, black veins writhed like worms.

A cold, violent aura suddenly erupted from his body.

"roar!"

He roared to the sky, his voice like a ghost, and the lanterns in the courtyard went out instantly.

The guests were terrified and scrambled backward.

The guards that Li Weiguo brought immediately raised their guns.

Only Chu Chen remained seated comfortably in his high chair.

He slowly finished the last sip of Jianlibao and placed the empty bottle on the table.

He looked at the old man roaring wildly in the courtyard, his strength increasing steadily, and pouted somewhat unhappily.

"Honestly, they can't even make things easy for me when I'm eating a meal."

He jumped off the chair, clapped his hands, and tilted his head at the old man.

"Uncle, my package doesn't include the service of awakening the berserk bloodline."

"That's a different price."