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Uncle Fu took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, his voice choked with sobs, unable to speak: "May the old master's spirit in heaven bless her, Miss... she's finally like a normal, living person again!"

The rough cotton handkerchief was quickly soaked with tears.

He leaned against the cold wall in the entryway, listening to the soft sound of garlic being peeled coming from the kitchen.

The sounds and noises, imbued with the warmth of home cooking, are more effective than any expensive tranquilizer.

Inside the kitchen.

The soft light from the overhead lamps falls on the marble countertop.

A few thin, translucent garlic skins are scattered on top.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing that off-white loose-fitting knit sweater.

Her slender, fair fingertips were wrestling with a round clove of garlic.

The edge of my thumbnail was tingled pink from the spiciness.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, and her brows furrowed slightly.

But they stubbornly refused to let go.

Chen Yuan stood beside her, his deep gaze fixed on her reddened fingertips.

A low, muffled laugh escaped his throat.

He reached out and placed his warm palm on the back of her hand.

I took the garlic from her hand.

"Don't try to pick at it, it will hurt your nails."

Chen Yuan slightly flipped his wrist and picked up the chef's knife from the cutting board with his other hand.

Gently tap the garlic clove with the back of the knife.

A crisp click.

The hard garlic skin split open with a neat slit.

"Peel along the crack, and the juice won't splatter out."

His voice was deep, with a hint of indulgence, like that of a parent disciplining a child.

Shen Wanzhou nodded obediently.

Following his method, gently pinch with two fingers.

The garlic skin peels off easily.

She held the smooth garlic clove in her hand and looked up at Chen Yuan.

Her peach blossom eyes were bright and sparkling, with the corners of her eyes slightly curved upwards.

Like a small animal that has completed its task and is waiting to receive its reward.

Chen Yuan couldn't resist reaching out and ruffling her hair.

His palm brushed against her soft hair.

"Go wash your hands over there, I'll do the rest."

Shen Wanzhou's ear tips instantly flushed crimson.

She obediently placed the garlic cloves into a white porcelain dish, then turned on the tap to wash them.

Chen Yuan turned around and walked towards the giant cold storage room with double doors.

On the large mahogany cutting board, more than a dozen kinds of precious Chinese medicinal herbs had already been prepared.

These past few days, Shen Wanzhou has regained her appetite and has been willing to go out.

However, the long-term damage to the gastric mucosa makes it as fragile as a sheet of paper.

Tomatoes and shrimp paste alone cannot restore the body's fundamental health.

We must use traditional, potent medicine.

Chen Yuan selected century-old wild ginseng, deer antler slices, and top-quality saffron.

In addition, there was a free-range black-boned hen that had been raised for three years.

Each of these medicinal herbs could fetch an astronomical price on the market.

The blade traced a cold, hard arc in mid-air.

The old hen was neatly deboned and chopped into pieces, then blanched in boiling water to remove the blood.

Then remove them from the water and drain.

A handcrafted purple clay pot rests on a deep blue gas flame.

Add the chicken pieces and medicinal herbs to the pot in sequence.

Chen Yuan took out a small wooden box and picked out several pieces of wild dendrobium that looked like dead wood.

This is the real medicinal ingredient in this soup.

The medicinal herbs are added to the pot with the utmost precision, following strict proportions of the principal, assistant, adjuvant, and guide herbs.

Sweet mountain spring water was poured in, and the pot lid was slammed shut.

The fire was brought to a boil, then simmered.

Within twenty minutes, wisps of white smoke began to emerge from the exhaust vent.

A soft, bubbling sound rippled through the clay pot.

Under the catalysis of high temperature, the broth undergoes a wonderful chemical reaction.

An incredibly rich and tangible aroma instantly broke through the seal of the casserole.

This fragrance has no trace of the bitterness of Chinese medicine.

Instead, it exudes an extreme sweetness that makes one feel relaxed and comfortable throughout their body.

The rich flavor of the chicken and the delicate aroma of the herbs blend perfectly under high temperature.

Like a wild horse, it rampaged through the kitchen.

Shen Wanzhou had just dried her hands when she smelled this scent, and her feet instantly froze on the spot.

My throat involuntarily twitched.

He swallowed a large mouthful of sweet saliva.

My stomach let out a soft rumbling sound, which was quite disrespectful.

"It smells so good..."

She muttered to herself, her gaze fixed intently on the clay pot.

"It needs to simmer for another hour."

Chen Yuan picked up a dry towel to wipe the water stains off his wrists, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her greedy look.

"If the heat isn't right, the medicine won't be effective. Go sit down at the dining table."

The overpowering aroma didn't linger in the kitchen for long.

They drifted along the ventilation system and into the annex of the manor.

In a quaint courtyard on the east side of the annex building.

Grandma Sun, a retired master of state banquets, is reclining on a rosewood rocking chair.

He was covered with a thin blanket, and in his withered hands he was playing with two century-old walnuts with a patina.

Click, click.

The sound of walnuts clinking echoed in the yard.

This is the oldest lady among the descendants of the imperial kitchen.

She served the old master of the Shen family for most of her life, and her skills were superb.

His temper is also notoriously eccentric and picky.

She would take one bite of any dish prepared by a Michelin-starred chef and immediately throw it in the trash.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the courtyard.

It brings a rich meaty aroma mixed with the fragrance of herbs.

Grandma Sun's hand, which was playing with walnuts, suddenly stopped.

My fingers have lost their strength.

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Two priceless walnuts fell onto the bluestone ground and rolled into the grass.

The old lady didn't even glance at it.

She suddenly sprang up from the rocking chair.

His movements were so fast that he didn't look like a man in his seventies at all.

"This taste..."

Grandma Sun sniffed hard twice, and her dry lips began to tremble.

His old face, covered in orange peel wrinkles, was instantly filled with horror.

His cloudy old eyes flashed with a terrifying light.

You can't go wrong!

The control of the heat, the layered aroma of herbs and meat!

She ripped off the thin blanket from her body and threw it onto the rocking chair.

Wearing black cloth shoes with thick soles, I followed the scent and ran towards the main building.

He was in such a hurry that he even forgot to take the cane he usually uses.

"Oh dear! Grandma Sun, slow down, watch your step!"

The two servants in the courtyard were startled and quickly gave chase.

But the old lady ran faster than a rabbit, and there was no way to stop her.

The semi-transparent glass door to the main building's kitchen was wide open.

Grandma Sun rushed in, her face covered in sweat.

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

As soon as she entered, the rich fragrance that was right next to her enveloped her completely.

It burrows into the pores.

Grandma Sun seemed to be possessed, completely ignoring everything around her.

She stared intently at the purple clay pot emitting white smoke on the stove.

His eyes were filled with a fanaticism, like an explorer who had discovered a legendary treasure.

Hearing the noise, Chen Yuan turned around.

His tall figure stood silently in front of Shen Wanzhou, protecting her.

Looking at this strange old lady who suddenly barged in.

"Who cooked this stuff in the clay pot?"

Grandma Sun pointed at the stove, her voice hoarse like a broken gong.

His fingers were trembling in mid-air.

"it's me."

Chen Yuan spoke calmly, without uttering any unnecessary words.

But seeing that the old woman did not seem to have any malicious intent, they did not stop her.

Grandma Sun completely ignored Chen Yuan's cold attitude.

He walked right past him and rushed to the counter in two strides.

It felt as if the soup would sprout wings and fly away if we were a second late.

Her hands trembled as she grabbed a clean white porcelain ladle from the kitchen counter.

Completely disregarding the high temperature on the surface of the casserole.

Lift the heavy ceramic lid.

Hot, white steam billowed towards us.

The golden broth in the pot was bubbling and boiling, crystal clear and without a trace of impurity.

The old lady swallowed hard, her Adam's apple bobbing.

Without any hesitation, he scooped up half a spoonful of hot soup.

Without bothering to blow it cool, I put it directly into my mouth.

The moment the soup enters your throat.

Grandma Sun's body froze as if struck by lightning.

His eyes were so wide they almost popped out.

The sweetness of the medicinal herbs exploded on the tip of the tongue.

The rich and delicious chicken soup slid down my esophagus and into my stomach.

All the ingredients seem to dance on the tip of your tongue, with distinct layers yet perfectly blended.

That warm current directly awakened memories that had been dormant deep within her taste buds for decades.

She had only ever seen this scent described in her master's yellowed, rare notebook when she was a young apprentice.

That was a secret to controlling the heat that only the head chef of the imperial kitchen could master.

It is also the ultimate medicinal cuisine that countless chefs pursue throughout their lives.

She spent her whole life cooking and throwing away countless pots of soup.

I poured all my heart and soul into it, but I still couldn't recreate this heavenly flavor.

After swallowing half a spoonful of soup, she felt completely drained and leaned on the edge of the kitchen counter.

A profound sense of awe, like the feeling of "If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die content in the evening," strikes straight to the soul.

Grandma Sun's eyes instantly filled with a thick layer of tears.

Cloudy tears welled up in her eyes.

The wrist holding the soup spoon trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Shen Wanzhou hid behind Chen Yuan and watched the old lady take a sip of soup and then cry, her face full of confusion.

Chen Yuan remained expressionless, watching coldly.

Grandma Sun trembled as she put down the soup spoon, her face, wrinkled like orange peel, knitted together, tears streaming down her face: "This...this is the lost Jade Dragon Soup! I, this old woman, can actually taste this flavor before I die!"