Chapter 21 Chapter 21 (Part 1)

Wen's hospital.

After Butler Zhao hung up the phone, he stood at the corner of the hospital corridor wiping his eyes.

Thinking about how the young master drank all the porridge in the thermos one mouthful after another, he felt relieved and moved, and he was so excited that he couldn't help shaking all over.

Over the years, the young master has had a small appetite due to a strange disease.

If the food simply had no taste, that wouldn't be a big problem. The key is that the young master often vomits whatever he eats.

Now, the young master's daily meal intake is tailored to his physical condition by a team of nutritionists.

If it exceeds 0.1 gram, the body will have a strong rejection reaction if the young master's daily food intake exceeds even 0.1 gram.

In mild cases, the patient may vomit; in severe cases, the patient may develop a high fever and be admitted directly to the ICU.

So, when he saw the young master finish all the obviously excessive porridge in the thermos, and his body was completely normal without any adverse reactions, he was so excited that he burst into tears on the spot.

Butler Zhao took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped around his eyes.

In fact, four years ago, when the young master was living alone in a villa halfway up the mountain in Qingwan, his physical condition changed dramatically.

Because it was so exciting and shocking, Butler Zhao still remembers the situation very clearly.

At that time, he hadn't seen his young master for three months. That day, when he saw the young master get out of the car, he was so shocked that he was speechless.

He had never seen a young master in such a good mental state.

The young master's perennially pale face now had a healthy blush, the sickly look between his brows had completely disappeared, and his eyes, which were always calm, now sparkled.

The young master seemed to be injected with vitality, becoming healthy and lively, as if at that moment he had truly been connected to this world.

In fact, this is true.

The hospital's examination report that year showed that the young master's body was recovering at an incredible speed.

After seeing the report, the attending physician who had been in charge of the young master's health shouted three times, "Medical miracle" and then fainted with excitement. He was carried to the operating table for emergency treatment.

He still remembered that the young master had asked him to contact a professional fitness team that day, saying that he wanted to develop the best-looking abdominal muscles as quickly as possible.

…

When Butler Zhao thought about what happened back then, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Clearly, everything was going in the right direction four years ago, and his young master was about to recover, but!

It's all because of those black-hearted spies who did all the bad things.

His young master was already in such a miserable state, but those black-hearted and rotten-lung people kept making trouble, causing his young master to fall off a cliff and his life was hanging by a thread.

Even though four years had passed, Butler Zhao still felt so angry when he thought about what happened that year that his teeth itched and his hands kept shaking.

He walked to the lounge of the young master's attending physician, raised his hand and knocked on the door twice, opened the door and went in.

Mr. Wen is already here.

Butler Zhao immediately put everything else behind him and walked over in a few steps.

The attending physician looked at the examination report, frowning and saying, "Director Wen, although the young master has woken up, his physical condition is very grim. He could die at any time..."

He didn't make his words clear, but both people present understood the unspoken meaning in his words.

Old Master Wen felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he was able to calm himself down.

He said: "Just like before, do your best to treat it."

The attending physician nodded.

Butler Zhao spoke at the right moment: "Doctor, my young master drank porridge today. He finished a full thermos bucket of porridge and he is not feeling any discomfort."

Both Mr. Wen and the doctor were stunned.

After realizing what was happening, Mr. Wen asked in a trembling voice, "Really?"

Butler Zhao raised his head and chest, "Of course."

The attending doctor's frown relaxed slightly.

After so many years, he knows the young master's physical condition better than anyone else.

Since he can drink the porridge, it proves that the young master's physical condition may have a new turn for the better.

The attending doctor warned: "The young master has a special body condition and has just woken up, so the amount of food he eats must be controlled."

Both of them nodded.

Mr. Wen thought about it and asked, "Can Mu Han's memory be restored?

At this time, in the ward.

Wen Muchan sat in a wheelchair with his eyebrows slightly lowered, and the sunlight shone all over his body through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He placed his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, tapping them gently with his index finger.

“Click.”

The door of the ward was pushed open.

Wen Muchan turned the wheelchair around, "Dad, Uncle Zhao."

He spoke in a low, clear voice that made people feel like they were in the spring breeze.

Old Master Wen's impetuous heart was calmed down a lot.

Alas, four years ago, my son was murdered and fell off a cliff with his car. It was a blessing in disguise that he was able to survive in the end. May the ancestors of the Wen family bless him.

But after waking up, the son lost some of his memory.

This time, his son suddenly became seriously ill and stayed in the intensive care unit for more than a month. When he woke up, he had lost four years of memory.

Old Master Wen suppressed his other thoughts and said with a smile, "Butler Zhao said you drank a whole thermos of porridge today. Are you feeling well?"

Wen Muchan shook his head.

He thought of the porridge he had at noon and his face became slightly absent-minded.

A few days after waking up, he already knew that he had lost four years of memory.

Wen Muhan tried hard to recall, and his memory stopped at an afternoon four years ago when he drank the pigeon soup cooked for him by the chef hired by Zhao Boxin.

That bowl of pigeon soup gave him the same feeling as the vegetable and meat porridge he had at noon today.

Neither of the two foods had any taste when he ate them, but at a certain moment, he could feel that his taste buds were strongly stimulated.

That is an effect that no food in the past could produce.

He had been weak and easily caught cold since childhood, but after drinking the bowl of pigeon soup and eating the vegetable and meat porridge, his body gradually warmed up.

It's like warmth is filling up the gaps between your bones bit by bit.

Even though the warmth was short-lived, it left a lasting impression on him.

Wen Muhan said gently, "The chef we hired this time is very good."

He paused for two seconds, then suddenly couldn't help but add, as if he had said it countless times before: "Give her a raise."

After saying that, Wen Muchan was stunned.

…

Yan Su looked wilted, like a little white flower that had been ruthlessly ravaged by a storm.

She was lying on a bench in the pavilion in the villa's garden, exuding a decadent aura of despair.

Even though she had drunk a lot of boiled water and eaten some fruit snacks, she still felt that indescribable taste in her mouth.

The smell seemed to have been deeply memorized in her genes and could not be shaken off.

What a sin.

Yan Su stared at the top of the pavilion with her eyes wide open.

She thought sourly in her heart, I am worthy of being you, a peerless genius that appears only once in a thousand years in the dark culinary world.

This kind of bizarre food, whose aroma hits the soul and tastes so bad that it makes one's life worse than death, is probably made by her alone in the world.

Yan Su began to doubt herself and her life again.

"Woof woof woof."

"Jin Yuanbao, don't run!"

"Ouch, Jin Yuanbao, slow down!"

…

Yan Su was lying in the small pavilion thinking about life, when she was suddenly interrupted by the faint sound of a dog barking.

She listened carefully and found that the barking of dogs was mixed with the sounds of chaotic footsteps and voices.

“Woof woof woof!”

“Woof woof woof!”

Huh? Why is that barking getting closer?

Yan Su was still posing and thinking about life. She raised her eyes casually and saw a strong golden retriever running towards her, its tail wagging so hard that it was about to break.

Not only that, she always felt that there was joy of reunion in its eyes.

“Woof woof woof!”

The golden retriever howled loudly, kicked its hind legs hard, and the whole dog flew into the air and rushed straight into Yan Su's arms.

Yan Su: “!!!”

She no longer had the mind to think about life, and she jumped up from the chair with a kick of her legs.

"Bang!"

The golden retriever lay straight on the place where Yan Su had just lain, nodding its head back and forth.

Hearing the sound, Yan Su felt pain in her chest.

She stood aside calmly, watching the silly dog ​​digging around.

Probably realized something was wrong.

The silly dog ​​nudged a few times, then woofed twice in a low voice as if acting like a spoiled child, and pressed its paws on the stool a few times.

Then, it suddenly raised its head and looked at Yan Su.

“Woof woof woof!”

The silly dog ​​jumped down from the stool and ran towards her again.

"stop!"

Yan Su stretched out her hand and shouted.

The golden retriever that was running forward suddenly braked and stopped on the spot. The dog's face was full of anxiety and its tail was wagging wildly.

"Woof."

"Woof."

"Gold ingots!"

The little nanny who was taking care of the golden retriever finally rushed over, bent over, with her hands on her thighs, panting.

The little nanny was so frightened when she saw the dog wagging its tail wildly and enthusiastically at Yan Su, making "woof, woof" and "woof" sounds in its throat like a spoiled child, that she choked on her own saliva.

"Cough cough cough."

"Cough cough cough."

Oh my god, Jin Yuanbao can actually be so gentle and so "dog-licking"?!

Jin Yuanbao is a golden retriever raised by the young master. He is usually very aloof and ignores everyone except the young master.

Oh, sometimes it even ignores the young master.

The little nanny looked at Jin Yuanbao, then at Yan Su, "Who are you?"

Yan Su: "I came here to work part-time as a chef."

Hearing Yan Su's voice, the golden retriever wagged its tail faster and barked louder and more anxiously.

Babysitter: “…”

She went forward and wanted to take the gold ingot away.

However, the dog obviously predicted her action and ran away without a trace.

The little nanny was so anxious that she shouted "Gold Ingot" several times and ran after it.

Yan Su couldn't continue lying down and thinking about life because Butler Zhao came back.

…

As Yan Su walked back, she couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

Still a little nervous.

The porridge she cooked tasted so... well, that young master wouldn't...

Yan Su walked into the living room of the villa with extremely heavy steps, thinking quickly in her mind how to successfully get the 5,000 yuan reward for cooking porridge at noon from Butler Zhao.

"Xiao Yan."

Yan Su looked up and saw Butler Zhao coming towards her with a smile on his face.

Her eyebrows twitched slightly.

Butler Zhao's attitude changed so quickly.

She looks so cheerful now, could it be that she is planning to use courtesy first and then force, and not give her the 5,000 yuan reward?

Thinking of this possibility, Yan Su's guilt and anxiety disappeared completely.

She asked in a vigilant tone, "Butler Zhao, is the young master in good health?"

I hope that after drinking the porridge she cooked, someone would get into trouble and be rushed to the hospital for treatment, which would cause Butler Zhao to become insane due to the stimulation.

Butler Zhao's smile grew even brighter. "Very good, very good."

Before he came back, the young master's face had a little color back.

Moreover, the young master said that after drinking the porridge cooked by Yan Su, it had a strong stimulation on his taste buds in a very short time.

"Xiao Yan," Butler Zhao gave a thumbs-up and praised sincerely, "The porridge you cooked tastes really good. My young master is particularly satisfied."

Yan Su: “…”

Ah, these days there are actually people who like to eat things with such weird tastes?

She didn't understand and was very shocked, but she still respected personal preferences... But the taste of the porridge...

vomit!

When Yan Su thought of porridge, that indescribable taste began to vaguely emerge in her mouth again.

There is no respect at all.

She only took one sip of the porridge, and it would take her a lifetime to heal from the taste, but this young master drank up the entire thermos bucket of porridge.

A whole thermos.

Could it be that this young master has some weird eating habit?

Butler Zhao took out a large red envelope and stuffed it into Yan Su's hand, saying, "Xiao Yan, my young master said he's very satisfied with your cooking skills, so he decided to give you a raise. From now on, each meal you cook will cost 20,000 yuan. Here's 40,000 yuan, which is your payment for two meals today."

Yan Su grabbed the red envelope with her backhand, her eyes widened and her breathing stopped.

What a mess, and their salary was raised from 5,000 yuan to 20,000 yuan?!

Good person.

What kind of pica? Her cute little master just has a unique taste, so what?!

There is absolutely nothing wrong with the young master. If you want to blame someone, blame this stupid world for giving the young master such a crazy setting!