Seeing that it was getting late, Qingshan went to the kitchen to cook, while Luo Wenyuan took Lei Bei and Batur to the courtyard to show off his magnetic ability. Old man Luo sat calmly in the living room watching the opera channel, looking forward to the fried noodles with soybean paste at noon.

When Qingshan came to the kitchen, Zhang Li had already picked the vegetables and washed the rice, waiting for Qingshan to give instructions to start working.

Zhang Li was assigned by the government to the Luo family, specifically to oversee Luo Zhentian's diet. However, the old leader suffered from intractable hypertension, not only taking antihypertensive medication year-round but also strictly controlling his salt intake. Zhang Li was in a dilemma. She was a national first-class chef, proficient in all eight major cuisines of Sichuan, Shandong, Guangdong, Fujian, Huaihai, Zhejiang, Hunan, and Anhui, but none of these dishes could be prepared without salt.

For more than ten years, she has followed the doctor's standards and put no more than a beer bottle cap of salt in her daily cooking. Not only can the old man not get used to it, but even she herself feels unworthy of her reputation as "Zhang Yishao" after tasting these bland meals.

But there was no other way. For the sake of the old leader's health, she had to sacrifice her pursuit of delicious food. Even with such control, the health doctor still reminded her every day that the old leader's blood pressure was high again and she should continue to limit salt and oil intake.

Last night, the Luo family's granddaughter-in-law cooked. Although everyone praised her cooking skills, the health care doctor was very worried. The salt content of the meal must be too high. He wondered how high the old leader's blood pressure would be. But the next day, the old leader's blood pressure not only did not rise, but actually dropped to normal range, which amazed the health care doctor.

Later, everyone found out that the young mistress was a person with special abilities like the young master. She had special methods to make the food delicious and lower blood pressure. The specific details were confidential, so Xiao Wang didn't let them ask around.

Zhang Li felt better. It wasn't that her cooking skills were inferior to others, but that she wasn't even on the same level as them. It's human nature to feel jealous when seeing someone a little better than you. But when someone is much better than you, you don't feel the urge to compete, and all you feel is admiration.

Seeing Qingshan come into the kitchen, Zhang Li quickly smiled and said:

"Ms. Chen, I've picked all the vegetables and cleared out all the rice. Whatever dish you want, I'll help you cook it!"

Qingshan quickly waved her hands. How proud she was to have a first-class chef as waiter!

"No, no, no, Aunt Zhang, I'll just make a bowl of noodles with soybean paste for Grandpa today. The guests ordered a few dishes, and I'm a novice after all. I can make some home-cooked stir-fries, but I'm not good at making big dishes. You'll have to do it!"

Zhang Li was pleased to hear Qingshan say this, but she also felt embarrassed:

"Ms. Chen, it's not that I'm lazy and don't want to work, it's true that deliciousness and health cannot be achieved at the same time. No dish tastes good without salt, right?"

"Aunt Zhang, bring out your best today and cook whatever you want! See that big vat? I added special Chinese medicine to it. As long as you use the water from the vat, I guarantee that the saltiness of the dish won't have much impact on Grandpa's blood pressure!"

"Ms. Chen, are you serious?"

"Of course it's true!"

"Well, just wait and see!"

Zhang Li has been feeling frustrated for more than ten years, and now she has the opportunity to show off what she has learned and her cooking skills. Now she finds the pots and pans in the kitchen more pleasing to the eye than before, and she hums "Good Luck" while preparing the menu.

Qingshan's cooking skills are no worse than those of a top chef, but she is smart and knows how to deal with people. She knows that she can't do everything herself and needs to assign people to the right positions. That's why she deliberately hides her incompetence in front of Zhang Li. This way, when Qingshan leaves the Luo family, Zhang Li can work hard and the old man can enjoy a feast. It's a win-win situation!

While Zhang Li was away, Qingshan had an idea and took out the things needed to make fried noodles from the space, arranged them neatly on the workbench, rolled up his sleeves, and started to mix the noodles.