Chapter 213 Recipe
Now things have reached a dead end again.

The old man looked at the disappointed expressions on their faces and changed the subject, saying, "But... I heard him mention once that he had collaborated with a friend to compile a cookbook. Maybe there are clues in that book."

“What’s the name of the recipe?”

The old man shook his head. "Don't ask me. I don't know either."

"What is this person's name? Or his friend's name will do."

"do not know."

How come you don’t know anything?

Xu Qing wanted to complain, but he held it back.

What the old doctor said has helped them a lot.

Master Luo Tian said, "I will go find the elder who is in charge of the collection of books in the Guangdong Chefs Association and first find all the recipes that the two of them have co-authored, and then analyze them one by one."

"it is good."

After saying that, Master Luo Tian hurried to find someone.

Xu Qing clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, old sir."

The old man waved his hand and said, "No need to thank me. I just talked a little, but you are the ones who are in trouble in the end."

This really hits the nail on the head.

Xu Qing suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

Indeed, the source of all this was because of a few words from the old doctor in front of him.

The old man leisurely sat down on the chair next to him and looked at Xu Qing carefully.

Among the middle-aged and elderly chefs, Xu Qing is really too young.

He also heard that Xu Qing was already the head chef of a large restaurant at such a young age, and was also the youngest top chef in history. It's really true that young people are to be feared!
Now that Guangzhou's top chefs have gathered together, I wonder if they can recreate that legendary recipe.

To be honest, the old man was very curious about the recipe of that medicinal meal, especially after he grew up and came into contact with medicine and studied pharmacology, he became even more curious about that medicinal meal.

I am curious whether it is true or not, and I am curious about what kind of cooking methods and medicinal materials can have such magical effects.

He often regretted not asking more questions.

But he was a doctor and knew nothing about cooking. Even if he wanted to find that medicinal food, he didn't know where to start.

And that curiosity and regret gradually turned into nostalgia for the past as I grew older.

He also regarded that medicinal meal as a legendary story whose truth or falsehood he did not know, and kept it deep in his heart.

If the patient's symptoms had not been so bizarre and all prescriptions and treatments had not been exhausted, and there was really no other way, he would not have told this story.

Originally, he just wanted to relieve everyone's pressure and make them have more confidence in the disease.

Unexpectedly, it immediately attracted the attention of Jiang Long and Yu Liang.

They actually invited all the top chefs in Guangzhou and brought along ancient cookbooks that they had treasured for a long time.

Seeing this, the old man's heart began to beat.

maybe……

The regrets of that year can really be made up.

Seeing the old doctor standing opposite him, Xu Qing couldn't help but ask, "Old sir, you are a doctor, you must know more about pharmacology than us. Can that recipe really save lives?"

The old man said, "If what that man said back then was true, maybe he could be saved."

"What if we can't save him?"

The old man said, "If you can't save them, then you can't save them. Birth, aging, sickness and death are inevitable for everyone. Even if you are a doctor, you can't guarantee that you can save a life. You can only do your best."

"Try your best..."

Master Luo Tian said so, and the old doctor also said so.

What happens after you have done your best? What if the outcome of the matter cannot be changed?
The old man saw Xu Qing's heavy expression and comforted him, "It will be like this the first time. You will get used to it after a few times."

Xu Qing sighed and said, "I don't think I can get used to it..."

"That's because you think too highly of your abilities."

The old man said, "Who do you think you are? A god? You can cure all diseases with just one treatment, and all diseases will avoid you? If this is true, I will be the first to worship you. The habit I mentioned does not mean that you are used to seeing life and death and are indifferent to them, but that you are used to the fact that you are just an incompetent ordinary person. Patients are people, doctors are also people, and we all have things we can't do. In the face of life and death, we are all just incompetent and weak people. As long as we do our best and have a clear conscience, that's enough."

After hearing what the old doctor said, Xu Qing suddenly realized why he was unwilling to come into contact with medicinal food.

Because in the face of life and death, he is too weak.

Ever since he acquired the extraordinary five senses, Xu Qing has been able to do everything with ease. It can be said that the extraordinary five senses gave him the illusion of being a god, and he felt that he could do everything easily.

Therefore, no matter how powerful the person he faced was, Xu Qing would only feel difficult but never discouraged.

Only...

Only when faced with life and death, he was forced to strip off all his armor, becoming fragile and helpless.

His most powerful weapon, he charged with all his might, but in the end he still couldn't shake it in the slightest.

Xu Qing subconsciously didn't want to touch the medicinal food because he didn't want to face his extremely weak self.

After realizing this, Xu Qing remained silent.

Now, the weak self was pulled into the sunlight, and no matter how unwilling he was to face it, he had to face it eventually.

At this moment, Xu Qing especially hoped that Master Abei could be by his side.

He wanted to know how Master Abe had crossed this threshold?
Wouldn’t Master Abe feel fear and helplessness in the face of life and death?

Why is she willing to face the power of life and death and her own weakness time and time again?
Facing your own weakness and fear is also a kind of courage.

Xu Qing didn't know where to find the courage he needed at this moment.

Master Luo Tian came hurriedly at this time, holding several ancient books in his hand and handed them to Xu Qing, "These are some of the selected ones, and some are assigned to other chefs to find."

Xu Qing sighed in his heart, temporarily put aside his inner entanglement, took the ancient book and read it carefully.

There’s not even a recipe yet, let alone the efficacy of the medicine once it’s made.

Let’s find it first.

The little old man also squatted down and helped to look.

However, in his eyes, these recipes were like a heavenly book. He knew every word, but he couldn't understand them when they were put together. They were even harder to understand than medical classics.

Xu Qing quickly finished reading the cookbooks around him. They contained many very interesting cooking methods and ingredients, but they were completely useless in the current situation.

Xu Qing stretched out his hand and touched nothing, only to see the last book being held by an old man, who was reading it with great interest.

Xu Qing looked at the cover curiously and said speechlessly: "Old man, you got it upside down."

"Oh?"

The old man turned over the cover and took a look, then said, "It doesn't matter, you can still read it even if you hold it upside down."

"The words are all upside down, how can I read it?"

"Because this is a book without words."

The little old man said mysteriously.

As he spoke, he spread out the cookbook in his hand. There were indeed no words on it, but pictures all over the page. It seemed that the author of the cookbook wanted to use a brush to depict the preparation process and ingredients required for the dishes.

Unfortunately, the cookbook author’s drawing skills are really poor. His drawings are harder to understand than children’s scribbles, and it’s very confusing to read.

Xu Qing took a look and immediately understood why the old doctor could read it even when he held it upside down.

Because of this poor painting, there is no difference whether you look at it forward or backward.

(End of this chapter)