Chapter 219 Selecting a Recipe
Master Luo Tian carefully took out the ancient books and handed them to the chefs.

The old man asked the doctors to follow him and help the chefs to identify the recipes.

It is difficult for ordinary people to understand the magical style of the recipe, but for doctors, the characteristics of the medicinal materials drawn on it are very clear and they can be recognized after taking a closer look.

After eating the delicious food, everyone felt happy. With a goal in mind, everyone was in high spirits.

People gathered in twos and threes, discussing in low voices, and the place suddenly became lively, sweeping away the previous dull atmosphere.

Jiang Long also breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved.

Xu Qing also took a recipe and studied it with the old man and Master Luo Tian.

The old man said, “Though these recipes may seem numerous, most of them can be quickly screened out.”

Xu Qing asked: "Why?"

"Because the herbs that are effective for the symptoms are nothing more than these herbs, such as Atractylodes macrocephala, Poria cocos, and Ginseng. A recipe that contains these herbs is very likely to be the medicinal diet recipe we are looking for."

Just as the old man said, someone in the crowd soon shouted, "Mr. He, I found it."

Then, there was another loud shout, "I have some here too."

"Me too!"

Within a moment, three people spoke up and said that they had found the recipe for the medicinal diet.

Three recipes were placed on the table for everyone to pass around.

The more people read, the more surprised they were, because apart from the three medicinal ingredients of ginseng, Atractylodes macrocephala and Poria cocos, the rest of the cooking methods and ingredients in these three recipes were completely different.

Jiang Long asked doubtfully: "Mr. He, which of these three recipes is the real medicinal diet recipe?"

The old man stared at the three recipes, thinking silently.

At this time, one person said: "Why not make all three dishes and try them one by one."

The old man shook his head and said, "No. If it were ordinary dishes, eating too much would not be a big deal, at most it would cause indigestion. But these are three recipes for medicinal diets. And according to my inference, these three medicinal diets are all strong medicines. If you eat them consecutively, I'm afraid that the disease will not be cured, but your life will be at risk."

"This is how to do……"

Everyone asked anxiously.

"Let me think about it."

After the old man finished speaking, he stopped talking and fell into deep thought.

Xu Qing didn't know much about pharmacology, so he had no way of determining which of the three prescriptions was more appropriate.

He could only look at these three recipes through the eyes of a chef.

As time passed, sweat gradually began to seep out of the old man's forehead.

He deduced it several times in his mind, but still couldn't make up his mind.

Each of these three recipes seems to be very suitable for the treatment. However, these are three completely different methods, and the medicinal effects they achieve must be different, otherwise the author of the recipe would not have distinguished them separately.

Now everyone is waiting for his decision. It can be said that his words will determine the life or death of the imperial envoy.

Even though the old man had been practicing medicine for many years and had experienced many big scenes, he still felt anxious and frightened under such heavy pressure.

Which one is the recipe they are looking for?
The old man subconsciously turned his eyes away, trying to find some inspiration from other people's faces.

But everyone's face was filled with confusion and anxiety, just like his. Everyone's eyes were wandering back and forth between the three recipes, flickering.

The old man looked around and finally his eyes fell on Xu Qing's face.

This sight made his heart move.

Xu Qing was different from the others. He only stared at one of the recipes and was extremely absorbed in it.

The old man asked, "Is there anything special about this recipe?"

Xu Qing said: "I don't know anything about pharmacology. From the perspective of cooking, it is obvious that the chef worked very hard to prepare this dish. He handled all the ingredients with extreme care and strived for perfection."

"How to say?"

Xu Qing pointed at the recipe and said, "For example, in terms of the processing of ingredients, the chicken used for stewing chicken soup is usually soaked and blanched once before being put into the pot for stewing. However, the chicken here is soaked and cleaned three times, and the skin, bones, and internal organs are removed. The chicken meat is separated and then blanched and put into the pot. The chicken bones are chopped and boiled, and the boiled soup is sieved many times to leave the clearest and purest soup."

Everyone looked down when they heard the sound. The pictures on the cookbook were still so simple and abstract that they looked like a divine book to them.

But after listening to Xu Qing's explanation and comparing it with the pictures on the cookbook, everyone immediately understood.

At first, Xu Qing was also confused by these scribbles-like recipes, but after reading them many times, his heart gradually resonated with the heart of the recipe author, and these scribbles-like symbols became extremely vivid, as if they had come alive from the picture.

Xu Qing gradually understood why the author of the cookbook adopted this painting style, because in his opinion, only in this way could all his hard work be fully expressed.

He not only created a cookbook, but also put his own emotions and efforts into it.

No matter how delicate and beautiful the painting style is, it is not as vivid and clear as these ghostly symbols.

After getting used to the painting style, Xu Qing felt the chef's passion. Every drop of ink in the painting seemed to be condensed with his blood.

It’s not that he doesn’t care about his recipes, but that he cares too much about them, so he chose this way of presentation.

Xu Qing continued, "Let's look at the yam used in the dish. Yam is not only a medicinal ingredient, but also a very common food ingredient. The yam used in this dish is not fresh yam, but yam slices that have been processed. The chef stir-fries the yam slices, which makes the yam easier for the body to digest and absorb."

Xu Qing pointed to the various ingredients on the recipe and explained them to everyone one by one.

Every time he said something, everyone nodded.

This recipe, which seemed like a divine book, now became so clear and understandable.

And those abstract symbols that looked like ghostly scribbles gradually became clear and vivid during Xu Qing's explanation, and jumped out of the paper.

One person said: "Looking at it this way, these pictures are really vivid."

"Yes, look at the way the ingredients take off after being sliced. It's like seeing the chef using his knife skills with your own eyes."

"And these chopped bones, the big pieces sink to the bottom, while the small pieces roll up and down with the boiling water. It's so vivid!"

"I used to think the detailed paintings were more beautiful. Now I see that these symbols are more intimate! It's like seeing the whole cooking process with my own eyes."

After listening to Xu Qing's explanation, the old man looked at the other two recipes. Even someone like him who didn't know how to cook could clearly tell the level of care put into them.

The other two recipes were made casually and just enough, not as sophisticated and careful as this one, as if the chef had done his best to make everything the best.

The old man tapped the recipe and said, "Master Jiang, Master Yu, this recipe is the legendary recipe we are looking for. Only it can create miracles."

If there is a miracle in the world, its name is doing one's best.

Only in this way can we open up a new path out of a desperate situation with no way out.

(End of this chapter)