My whole family sucked my blood; after being reborn, the little cook went on a killing spree.

Su Tang led the group of little beggars back to the shop at breakneck speed.

The crowd outside the shop had dispersed. Doctor Qi and the old beggar were talking in a corner of the shop, while Su Wan Ning was packing Huaiyu steamed cakes for Mu Xun and giving him instructions.

"elder sister!"

Su Tang ran over with a thud, her eyes full of smiles.

The other little beggars didn't dare to come in; they all craned their necks to see what the fairy sister who could make delicious buns looked like.

In recent days, the number of homeless beggars in the city has been increasing, and they can't even get swill. Anyone willing to give them steamed buns must be a kind-hearted fairy!

Su Wan Ning also saw them; these were all friends who had helped Su Tang.

She reached out and ruffled Su Tang's hair. "Take them into the yard through the back door. Have some water first, and I'll come find you when I'm done."

Su Tang ran off happily.

Mu Xun also left, carrying his hands full of things.

Only then did the old beggar reach out and call to her.

Su Wanning walked over, smiled and bowed, "I didn't know Old Master Zhao's identity before, so please forgive me for not being a good host."

"Hey, you little brat, now you know who I am?"

The old beggar frowned, but there was no anger in his expression. Instead, he looked at Su Wan Ning with a mixture of appreciation and curiosity.

"The only person who can guide Doctor Qi and yet remain so humble is the legendary physician Zhao from Baicaojian."

Su Wan Ning was genuinely happy. She wanted to make medicinal cuisine, but the little she had learned from the books she had read before was not enough. If she could befriend the old doctor Zhao, even a little guidance would be of great benefit.

That was her real purpose in luring people out.

However, Old Zhao had an eccentric temper, and this matter couldn't be rushed, so she didn't dare to ask for more.

"It's all your fault!"

Old Zhao glared at Doctor Qi.

If it weren't for his behavior, how would this little girl have recognized him? Luckily, this is just a small county town, and there are probably not many people with such insight.

Otherwise, he would be driven crazy by all those people seeking medical help!

He glanced at the food with lingering interest, "Did you study medicine with anyone, and what books have you read?"

"Wan Ning was originally a cook in the Imperial Kitchen, so she mostly read books related to food, such as 'A Brief Record of Food,' and only skimmed through 'Essentials of Materia Medica.'"

Su Wanning was respectful.

"good."

Old Zhao nodded slightly, stroked his beard, and grinned. "Anyway, you're going to open a medicinal cuisine shop, and I'm actually lacking a place to eat. Well..."

He didn't say anything more, just looked at Su Wan Ning and smiled.

"I have a front room for meals and a backyard for living. I would appreciate your guidance, sir."

Su Wanning didn't hesitate and bowed deeply with a solemn expression.

The message has already been delivered; wouldn't it be foolish for her not to respond?

"Old Zhao! Why don't you come stay at my place? What kind of nonsense is this, staying at someone else's young lady's place!"

Dr. Qi became anxious.

"Oh dear, I don't stay anywhere, and I don't need three meals a day, just lunch is enough!"

Old Zhao left with a smile.

They vanished in an instant.

Dr. Qi quickly apologized to Su Wan Ning and chased after her.

Su Wan Ning closed the shop, a slight smile playing on her lips.

In her past life, her tendons were severed, and every day was filled with despair and torment.

Now, she has not only protected her hands, but she can also use those hands to carve out a path to success.

Let's just watch her walk slowly.

"Sister! I'm here!"

Su Tang rushed in, waving her hand, "Everyone who ate the steamed buns, come and get to work!"

Four or five children rushed in, washing dishes and wiping tables, and soon the shop was spotless.

They chattered on about what they had just seen.

Su Wan Ning sighed, "Jiang Tao'er hired two men to cause trouble, but they ended up stealing her purse instead. She really tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead."

However, it was just a small grasshopper, which Lin Jiabao found rather strange.

"You mean, you saw him go into the dry goods store?"

"Yes! I recognize him!"

One of the boys nodded repeatedly. He had once tried to empty the swill buckets at Tongfu Restaurant and was beaten up by Lin Jiabao, so he remembered that face very clearly.

Lin Jiabao worked as a kitchen helper at Tongfulou.

"Then could you please continue to keep an eye on things for me?"

Su Wanning promised the children that as long as they helped her with chores, they could drink water for free, and they could also have a bowl of porridge or a cornbread every day. If they discovered any important information, they would be rewarded with a meat bun.

However, this is a secret; if anyone tells, no one will get to eat anymore.

What child wouldn't be happy to have a mouth to eat?

Mu Xunjia.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! I want more!"

The five-year-old girl was bouncing around on the ground.

Mu Xun had a bit of a headache.

"Alright, keep these for your brothers."

Madam Mu's surname is Meng, and she and the county magistrate's wife are sisters. "Send these to your aunt."

"How about I send some more to my older sister tomorrow..."

Mu Xun felt sorry for his daughter, but was glared at by Meng Lingwan.

"She brags to me every day about how delicious her chef's cooking is. Does she even know what 'delicious' means? Her desserts are so greasy. Ha, this time I'll teach her a lesson."

"Alright then..."

Mu Xun took three from the plate he had given to his son. "One is enough for each of them. Here, Guo'er, have some."

"Wow! Thank you, Dad!"

As a result, Xiaoguo only took a bite of each one, and reluctantly put them back, saying, "I'll leave them for my brothers, Xiaoguo just wants to taste them."

This made Mu Xun wish he could rush to Su Wan Ning's shop right now.

Tell her to steam two more baskets! No, ten baskets!

Meng Lingwan had no choice but to take out half of the steamed cake for her daughter.

In the end, only five lone Huaiyu steamed cakes were delivered to the county magistrate's wife, Meng Lingshu.

"My sister is getting more and more stingy!"

Meng Lingshu rolled her eyes to the heavens.

These past few days, the county has been filled with refugees. She couldn't help her husband with the affairs of the government, so she wanted to distribute porridge to appease the refugees and stabilize public morale. However, those people were unruly and difficult to manage, and she was so angry that her mouth was full of blisters and she couldn't eat anything.

My sister dares to provoke her! It's so annoying!

Despite thinking this way, she still picked up a plump, white steamed cake.

The moment the fingertip touches the steamed cake, the movement pauses.

Even if the pastries she eats contain very little sugar and oil, a thin layer of oil will still stick to her hands when she touches them.

But this steamed cake is delicate and dry. When you gently squeeze it, no oil seeps out. Instead, it is as soft as a cloud!

At the same time, a faint sweetness and a very subtle medicinal fragrance entered my nasal cavity.

The sweetness is mild, and the medicinal aroma is light and lingering. Not only is it not unpleasant to smell, but it also miraculously soothes the restlessness that has been building up for days.

Meng Lingshu took a bite and ate half of it.

Before she could even savor it, she heard footsteps outside. "Ling Shu, look what I brought you back!"

She stuffed the other half into her mouth and swallowed it whole. "Look what delicious food my sister brought me!"

She grabbed the food box and rushed out, saying, "No, I have to ask my sister where she bought this steamed cake!"