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Yang Chunsheng hung his head: "But Grandpa, being a hunter has been my dream since I was a child. Now that I finally have this opportunity, I can't hold onto it."

Looking at his grandson's dim-witted appearance, the old man couldn't help but burst into laughter: "You silly boy, do you really think that just because you're not the only son, you can become an apprentice of Jiang Lie?"

"Forget it. I've heard of him too. He's a lone wolf; he's not going to take on any disciples. Forget about it."

"Many people used to admire his hunting skills and came to him with good offers to become his apprentices, but he refused them all. He just said three words: 'I don't accept apprentices.'"

"People are only willing to analyze things with you because of the meal you shared. Don't make things difficult for them. You can occasionally go for a stroll with a hunting team in the mountains, but you can't actually become a hunter."

Yang Chunsheng looked bewildered: "Ah, Grandpa, I don't quite understand."

The old man patted his head: "It's okay if you don't understand. They've given you a way out and even found a reason for you. Just be sensible and don't think too much about anything else."

"Oh, so you're really not going to drink this old duck soup, Grandpa?"

"I won't drink it; I hate the weird taste of duck."

Ten minutes later, the aroma wafted over, and the old man, who was sitting in the yard, couldn't sit still any longer. He went to the kitchen doorway and looked inside, his gaze landing on the earthenware pot on the stove.

I sniffed, and my stomach rumbled.

"Grandson, what did you cook? It smells delicious!"

Yang Chunsheng grinned and said, "Grandpa, this is the old duck soup I bought at Haoyunlai Restaurant. It's a whole duck, and it's freshly bought, not leftovers."

"The taste is really good. When we went there, there were people queuing up three times to the left and three times to the right in front of the store. The store across the street used to be very popular, but now it's not as popular as this one."

"Think about how many people like it, the taste of this dish must be amazing."

The old man looked at him with some skepticism: "Is it really that good? It smells quite nice. Then heat it up and serve me a bowl later so I can taste it."

"Alright, Uncle, I'll send half over so they can have a taste too, and the kids can have a taste of something different."

"Okay, you can take it. Half is enough for the two of us."

Yang Chunsheng nodded, and after it was heated up, he divided it into half and carried the basin directly to his uncle's house. The aroma wafted along the way, attracting villagers to gather around.

"Chunsheng, what delicious food did you make? It smells so good."

"Haha, I didn't make it. It's old duck soup from a restaurant in town. My grandpa and I couldn't finish it, so we sent some over to my uncle and the others. I'm leaving now."

Meeting their gleaming green eyes, and clutching the basin in his arms, he quickened his pace.

Good heavens, they were looking at me like I was going to steal it.

Yang Chunsheng carried a basin to his uncle's house, calling out, "Uncle, Aunt, Xiaosheng, Qiushuang, come out and eat something delicious! Look what I brought you!"

As the group came out of the house, the two children's eyes lit up when they smelled the delicious aroma. They ran over and asked, "Uncle, what delicious food did you buy this time?"

"Haha, I brought these back from town. You guys try them and see how they taste. I'm going back to visit my grandpa now."

"Okay, take the basket from the corner. The peaches are freshly picked and very delicious. Let your grandpa try some too. His teeth aren't good, but these peaches are soft and he can eat them."

When Yang Chunsheng returned home, he saw the man squatting in the kitchen, eating heartily, and couldn't help but laugh: "Grandpa, how's it? Doesn't it smell especially good?"

The old man didn't even look up, burying his head in his rice: "Mmm, delicious. I never knew duck could be cooked like this. It feels so warm and comforting in my stomach."

"Chunsheng, you said it was made at Haoyunlai Restaurant. They make light food there, and nobody goes there anymore. I thought it had closed down. I didn't expect it to taste so good."

"It doesn't smell this good before, oh, it tastes so good."

Yang Chunsheng sat opposite him watching him eat, and said with a smile, "That's right, I also find it strange. It didn't taste like this before. I guess it has something to do with the medicinal herbs."

"This is a medicinal dish. I never expected that duck and bitter herbs could be put together and taste so good. The person who discovered this is a genius."

"Haha, that's great. I can eat at this place. You can buy me food from here from now on."

"Okay, I understand."

*

Meanwhile, in another town...

Sun Youcai, spitting as he cursed, said, "Speak! All of you, explain yourselves clearly! What exactly happened? I only went to the south for a little over half a month."

"How did my once-thriving business become so deserted? If you don't give me an explanation today, none of you are going to leave work."

The chef glanced at Gao Jinbao, his eyes conveying something.

Gao Jinbao's eyes darted around, seemingly reluctant to be the one to stick his neck out, but the boss had already noticed him.

"Jinbao, you're quick-witted and have good observation skills. Tell me what's going on. You know how popular our restaurant used to be. Why did the people across the street steal our business?"

"I just can't understand why we lost with his bland and watery dishes. I've tasted the food in the kitchen, and it tastes exactly the same as before."

"Since the food itself is fine, the problem must be with the restaurant across the street. Have you tried their food? What makes it so good?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Sun Youcai urged, "Gao Jinbao, did you hear me? I'm asking you, have you eaten?"

Gao Jinbao regained his composure and looked at the boss, saying, "Boss Sun, there's definitely nothing wrong with the food here. Nobody's cheating or withholding any profits. It's just that the other side has indeed changed."

"The dishes they serve now are called medicinal cuisine, which they say can nourish the body. They taste good and are good for the body, which is why so many people are interested in them. I've tried them and they are indeed quite good."

"But I think that no matter how delicious something is, it shouldn't make people so obsessed. People who go to eat it are like madmen, praising the food to the heavens. Don't you think this is a bit off?"

Having been in the restaurant business together, Sun Youcai understood the unspoken meaning perfectly. His initial rage subsided, and he looked at Jinbao with some suspicion: "Jinbao, do you mean there's something wrong with his food?"

Gao Jinbao said with certainty, "Yes, Boss Sun, think about it. What kind of food haven't I eaten? I've only ever had their medicinal cuisine once, and I've been thinking about eating it again every day."

"What else could this be but addiction? If they used such methods, it would be like people being obsessed with eating swill. That stuff is addictive and something the country would never allow."

"If we find evidence, the other side will be sealed off, and the customers will automatically come back."