Chapter 9 Crying over the Delicious Porridge (2/2)
”Doctor Qin, can I have a taste?”
Qin Haodong looked over his shoulder. It was Zhang Dafu, the chef.
Zhang Dafu was full of curiosity. He had never seen the Lins eat with complete disregard for their images. If it wasn't for Lin Zhiyuan being a billionaire, he'd really think he was Qin Haodong's capper. ”It's just a bowl of eight-treasure rice porridge. Aren't you too exaggerated?” he wondered.
At the same time, he was curious to have a taste of Qin Haodong's porridge.
”Okay, welcome to give advice!”
Qin Haodong said and gave Zhang Dafu a bowl of porridge.
Zhang Dafu put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth and immediately felt a strong aroma hitting his taste buds, a thousand times stronger than what he had just smelled.
”This is the delicate fragrance of dried longan, this is the rich fragrance of dates, this is the sweet coix seed... ”
He chewed slowly, enjoying the satisfaction the eight-treasure porridge brought to his taste buds. At this time he finally understood why the Lins were so obsessed with this porridge. The eight-treasure rice porridge cooked by Qin Haodong was awesome.
Unconsciously, Zhang Dafu felt hot tears on his cheeks. Yes, he did burst into tears, because of the palatable porridge.
Lin Zhiyuan glanced at Zhang Dafu with renewed disdain. ”You're a chef. How can you cry over a bowl of delicious porridge? What a shame!”
Thought with this in mind, his hand did not rest. Soon he brought the empty bowl back to Qin Haodong.
Zhang Dafu quickly finished his porridge, too. Although he wanted to have another bowl of porridge, as a cook, he could not fight over the food with the host, so he could only reluctantly put the bowl on the table.
He had no idea how Qin Haodong could make such toothsome eight-treasure rice porridge. He watched the whole cooking process and did not see him use any special techniques.
Pressing down on his doubts, he said to Qin Haodong, ”Doctor Qin, I've eaten all kinds of delicacies in my life, but I've never tasted such tasty porridge before. I'm impressed with your cooking. I apologize for what I said.”
He was now convinced by Qin Haodong's cooking. Just now he claimed that Qin Haodong's cooking was not as good as his. Now he knew he was too confident in his own cooking.
Zhang Dafu then bowed apologetically to Qin Haodong and continued, ”Doctor Qin, I think you are more talented in cooking. If you want, I can recommend you to the capital right now. With your skills, you will definitely become a top chef of China, even an imperial chef.”
After that, he looked at Qin Haodong longingly. But Qin Haodong just smiled. How could he, the Emperor Green Wood, possibly be a cook? Only his relatives were entitled to his food.
”Thank you, chef Zhang, but I prefer to be a doctor.”
”But... Doctor Qin, please reconsider it. It's really a pity not to be a chef with your talent... ” Zhang Dafu continued with persuasion.
”There's no need to think about it. I just made Tang Tang something to eat. I'm not interested in being a cook.”
A hint of disappointment appeared on Zhang Dafu's face, and he said quickly, ”Doctor Qin, since you don't want to be a cook, could you teach me how to cook? I am willing to worship you as my teacher!”
Qin Haodong waved and said, ”You can't learn my cooking!”
It was not that his cooking skills could not be passed on, but Zhang Dafu really could not learn them. He, the Emperor Green Wood, was the only person in the world who could use it.
”Well.”
The disappointment on Zhang Dafu's face grew, but he could not say anything. He retreated to the side silently.
”Doctor Qin, is there any porridge left?”
Lin Zhiyuan asked, holding up his bowl again.
”No more, Mr. Lin!” Qin Haodong answered.
He had deliberately overcooked the porridge, but he didn't expect it to be eaten up so soon.
Lin Zhiyuan reddened as he realized that Qin Haodong hadn't eaten yet.
At this time, the little girl patted her round belly and said, ”Doctor Magic, your porridge is so yummy. I want more!”
”You have just recovered from your illness. You must not eat too much at one time. I'll do it for you another day!” said Qin Haodong.
”All right then!” said the little girl obediently. ”Doctor Magic, can you send me to the kindergarten?”
”Not today. I have something to do later. I'll send you to the kindergarten tomorrow, okay?”
Qin Haodong did have something to do. Lin Momo had agreed to let him be Tang Tang's sworn father. When her daughter called her father for the first time, he must give her a gift anyway. That was why he did not mention it this morning. He was going out to get a present for Tang Tang.
”All right. Doctor Magic, keep your word. Let's pinky swear!”
The little girl said, putting out her white little finger and entwining it with Qin Haodong's.
After breakfast, Lin Momo took Tang Tang to the kindergarten, and Qin Haodong left the Lin family.
Tang Tang's fever reminded him that little kids were weak and prone to get sick. The best way to change this situation was to remold the kid thoroughly. So he decided to give Tang Tang a Marrow-Cleansing Pill.
Refining Marrow-Cleansing Pills was a simple matter for him. All he had to do now was gather up the herbs. After leaving the Lin family, he came to the medicine market located in the western suburbs of Jiangnan City.