Chapter 14 Is it really that good to eat?
Chapter 014 Is it really that good to eat?!
Is it really that good to eat?!
Old Master He unconsciously furrowed his brows. He Huai'an looked at him and said gently and respectfully, "Grand Uncle?"
Old Master He came to his senses and responded indifferently, "These brats, they talk more and more when they're doing things."
He Huai'an smiled, not exposing the truth, and gave them a way out, "I'll go and tell them not to disturb Uncle's rest."
Old Master He glanced at him and said calmly, "It's alright, keep going, they won't make much noise."
He Huai'an readily accepted good advice.
However, when he made his move, it was clear that his great-uncle was paying attention to the conversation in the garden while playing chess.
He had met the owner of Bazhenlou that afternoon.
At the time, his uncle was meeting with guests. When He Ping came to report, his uncle asked him to personally greet him at the entrance of the manor. Qingyun Manor sees many martial arts practitioners every day, and he has seen many people and can recognize them.
On his way to see Wang Sumo, he asked He Ping if Wang Sumo had asked anything before coming to the manor.
He Ping told her that he had asked her about the old master of the manor, as well as who in Qingyun Manor was close to him...
Wang Sumo is very smart, at least smarter than the other kitchen chefs hired from the resort.
Since my great-uncle fell seriously ill, his appetite has been poor. The chefs at the mountain resort racked their brains and tried to invite many famous chefs from nearby towns and even the capital, but my great-uncle's appetite has not improved, and the chefs they invited have had little effect.
Most chefs in this kitchen have a common problem: once they arrive, they don't care about anything else and immediately bring out their signature dishes to present to their great-uncle.
My great-uncle didn't have a good appetite to begin with, and just looking at the table full of food made him feel even more bloated.
Finally, a large table of delicacies was prepared in a lively manner, but my great-uncle barely touched it. Instead, he advised me not to invite these chefs again, as they were useless.
That day, Lingyun suddenly mentioned that the old man had spent most of his life in the business world, always open and honest, rarely paying attention to details. The famous chefs in the capital were good, but they might not suit the old man's taste.
Since it's a matter of the martial arts world, we must find a solution within the martial arts world itself.
I heard that a few days ago, Chief Escort Yang of Jinwei Escort Agency had a poor appetite for more than half a year. Later, he went to Bazhenlou Restaurant for a meal and suddenly found his appetite returned.
Bazhenlou has a long-standing reputation in the martial arts world; without real skills, it wouldn't have achieved such renown.
Why not invite the head chef from Bazhenlou? Perhaps he can even surpass the imperial chefs in the palace.
At that time, my great-uncle had made it clear that we should not waste time and effort inviting these people in the future, because it is normal for people to lose their appetite as they get older.
But Lingyun mentioned it, and his uncle arranged for He Ping to invite the owner of Bazhenlou without telling his great-uncle, wanting to try again.
When she first met Wang Sumo, she didn't rush to express her opinion or go to the kitchen to do anything. Instead, as he led her to her uncle's place, she carefully looked around the training ground, Jingsi Cliff, Feihong Pavilion, and Guanxin Rock.
She listened to everything he said and observed everything he said.
Over the past six months, he had personally greeted every chef that the manor had hired for his great-uncle; of all these people, only Wang Sumo had carefully examined the Qingyun Manor; nor had he come directly to the small kitchen to show off his skills to his great-uncle.
But her "trick" was more effective than anyone else's!
"Have you seen that girl from Bazhenlou?" Old Master He asked.
He Huai'an replied truthfully, "I have met him. He is shrewd and capable, listens more than he speaks."
After He Huai'an finished writing, Old Master He looked at him and said, "To receive such a high evaluation from you..."
He Huai'an laughed, "I don't know who gave Ling Yun the idea, but since Ling Yun said he wanted to invite Miss Wang, he should have tried to mention to Miss Wang that Uncle likes mutton. But Miss Wang is very patient and didn't just cook a pot for Uncle."
Hearing this, Old Master He couldn't help but laugh, "He even had He Lin send someone to ask in advance if I wanted some stir-fried lamb liver and lamb soup. I didn't want any, so she didn't have to make any. That girl is quite something."
“I heard that Chief Escort Yang had a period of poor appetite before, and he happened to pass by Bazhenlou Restaurant, where he ate a meal with Miss Wang, and suddenly he was cured. This story is very popular in the martial arts world. Bazhenlou Restaurant was already highly sought after in the martial arts world before, and after Chief Escort Yang’s incident, its reputation has become even better. Miss Wang is very smart, and perhaps she really can cure my great-uncle’s anorexia…” He Huai’an did not hide anything.
Just as He Huai'an finished speaking, the sound of disciples changing shifts came from outside. "I heard they're making mutton soup tonight?"
"You must have misheard. They said it would be made tomorrow!"
"Then I need to ask my senior brother to adjust my duty schedule. I still want to go see it! I heard from those who went that the aroma made them cry."
"..."
He Huai'an was both amused and exasperated. It was interesting; if her great-uncle didn't want to eat it, she wouldn't make it; but it wasn't that she really wouldn't make it—she made it for others to eat, and incidentally, to make them crave it.
It wasn't just that they were secretly envious; they even went out of their way to spread the word, openly expressing their envy.
Of all the chefs who came to the resort, she was actually the least in a hurry.
"The incense has made me cry..." Old Master He held the chess piece, softly repeating the disciple's last words, then suddenly sighed, "How many years has it been since I've been moved to tears by incense..."
He Huai'an smiled.
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In the Zhenxiu Garden, He Lin exclaimed excitedly, "Wang Sumo, you're amazing! Now the whole Qingyun Manor knows how delicious your braised lamb liver is! When they heard that the Manor Lord asked me to follow you, they all stuffed me with delicious food and fun things, asking me to secretly tell them next time you go to the main kitchen to cook, so they can come and watch."
As He Lin spoke, he tossed the marbles in his hand around, looking incredibly pleased with himself.
Wang Sumo was carefully "admiring" her pet crucian carp.
People rely on clothes, and fish rely on fish tanks.
Sure enough, after being moved from the bamboo basket to the fishpond, its value seemed to suddenly increase.
They play in the fishpond, swimming freely and quite lifelike, just less colorful than koi.
Wang Sumo liked it more and more as she looked at it, and thought to herself, why not keep it as a pet? But Bazhenlou doesn't have a bathtub. It's not impossible, but the fish tank needs water changes, and it's just her and Lao Qu.
She has to cook, Lao Qu has to drive, and there are other chores like washing vegetables and cleaning...
I can afford to keep a dog, but I don't have time for pet fish, and I can't afford it.
We can only let them be "lucky koi" here for a few more days.
"Wang Sumo!" He Lin said excitedly, but then he saw her leisurely staring blankly at her crucian carp. He Lin was exasperated; he had said so much.
Wang Sumo exclaimed, "They're all listening. They've stuffed so many delicious foods and fun things into my bowl."
He Lin then smiled, "Look~"
Wang Sumo didn't look at it, saying, "It's not for me."
"Then, here you go..." Although reluctant, He Lin still reached out his hand to her.
But when Wang Sumo actually reached out, he hesitated for a moment, feeling a pang of pain.
Wang Sumo sighed, "Look at how pathetic you are!"
He Lin scratched his head and sat down opposite Wang Sumo. "Hey, why haven't we seen any movement from the old master yet?"
Wang Sumo said softly, "No rush. Old Master He hasn't had an appetite for so long. If he gets excited just hearing about braised lamb liver, then he's probably just putting on an act for you."
He Lin's eyes widened, then he quickly made a "shh" gesture, looking around. Luckily, no one was around, but he was still worried. "Be careful, the walls may have ears."
Wang Sumo looked at him and asked, "What? Even you think that your Master He is faking it?"
He Lin was at a loss and crossed his arms. "No... my daily chores at the manor are cleaning the guest rooms and the old manor lord's room. I just feel that the old manor lord isn't very happy."
Wang Sumo caught the key point and asked gently, "Why do you say that?"
He Lin took a deep breath. There was probably no one else around, and these kinds of things weren't easy to say on ordinary days, but they were easier to say in front of Wang Sumo. "The old master really liked that free-range chicken. He would feed it, talk to it to keep it entertained, and even give it orders..."
Wang Sumo listened, resting her chin on her hand.
He Lin said softly, "It's about directing it to run to the left, to run to the right, and so on."
Wang Sumo wondered, "Can chickens understand?"
He Lin said earnestly, "If you put the instructions and feeding together, it will understand the instructions when you feed it."
Wang Sumo understood; so that's how it is.
Chickens can be this smart?
Raising chickens is fine too, I won't keep dogs...
He Lin returned to the main topic, "The old master was very happy when he was with that chicken, because the chicken listened to him and never told him to take care of his health and not let his old illness relapse..."
Wang Sumo seemed to have heard something very important.
"So, the old master didn't exhaust his energy saving your young master first, and then get angry at your second young master?" Wang Sumo asked.
He Lin thought about it seriously for a moment, then honestly shook his head, "I don't think so."
Wang Sumo looked at him, "What's that?"
He Lin blinked and asked curiously, "No, what does this have to do with cooking?"
“Of course it’s related!” Wang Sumo said seriously. “Loss of appetite is just a result. Only by finding the cause can we treat the symptoms. If your master’s appetite is caused by the second young master’s anger, then we should cook dishes that will make him feel better and relieve his anger. If your master’s appetite is caused by excessive consumption of vital energy, then we should cook dishes that can be used for dietary therapy and nourishment. But if your master’s appetite is caused by other reasons, then we should cook other dishes that he can eat, using foods that he likes.”
He Lin suddenly understood, his eyes clearing, but contrary to his usual behavior, he lowered his head and remained silent.
Wang Sumo nudged him with a nearby tree branch, "What are you thinking about? Wasn't it supposed to be an epiphany?"
He Lin sighed softly, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "I think the old master wants to leave this place..."
Wang Sumo was surprised.
He Lin simply blurted out, "He always told that free-range chicken, 'Be brave, jump out of the fence, don't worry about anything. A chicken's life is so short, the outside world is so big, and the world is so exciting. How can you be content to be confined in this exquisite chicken coop?'"
"He also said to that free-range chicken, 'There are so many chickens, and eventually you'll be the only one left. You don't know how much time you have left.'"
He Lin took a deep breath and continued, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, why are you so worried? If the manor becomes too large, the martial world becomes too small; if the martial world becomes too close, the manor becomes too far away..."
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