Chapter 1587: Northeast Cuisine

This Northeast-style restaurant isn't too far away, but its location is truly out of the way. The boss and his wife are authentic Northeasterners, so the food they make is very popular with the local Chinese community.

Although the portion sizes don't compare to real Northeast cuisine, they are already considered quite large here.

Iron-pot stewed goose, pickled cabbage with big bones—very authentic Northeast dishes. With two taels of liquor and a large platter of the Northeast specialty, pork and scallion dumplings, Chen Yu felt this was the most satisfying meal he had eaten since coming to Fusang.

"How is it? The taste is alright, right?" Seeing that Chen Yu seemed very satisfied with his meal, Xin'er asked with a smile.

"It's quite delicious," Chen Yu said. "I've been away from home for a long time, and this is the best meal I've had. It has a real Northeast flavor, and the portion size is just right—enough to be full without wasting anything."

"The boss here is a genuine Northeasterner who has been here for over twenty years. He's a very good person, and his restaurant is packed every mealtime," Xin'er laughed. "What everyone likes most is their Northeast pork and scallion dumplings. Many people come here just to eat the taste of home."

"Indeed, when people are far away from home, sometimes besides missing the people back home, what they miss most is a bite of food from home." Chen Yu deeply identified with this statement; he nodded slightly and said, "This food has a real taste of home."

"Yes, it's this kind of taste of home that gives those of us living abroad a bit of psychological comfort." Xin'er nodded slightly and smiled softly. "Mr. Chen, you came to Fusang for official business, right?"

"If I said I came here to play, you surely wouldn't believe me, right?" Chen Yu smiled. If someone else were inquiring about these things, he would feel a hint of wariness, but Xin'er was different. She gave people a natural sense of trust, as if in front of her, there was no need to hide any secrets and one could speak freely.

"You definitely didn't come to play. You are not an ordinary person. I've heard that you Cultivators don't want to waste a single second of time." Xin'er naturally didn't believe him, and she smiled. "Besides, you know Wu Bo, so at the very least, you must be from some special department in the country, right?"

"That's not necessarily true; sometimes I still accompany family and friends," Chen Yu said with a chuckle. "Wu Bo really doesn't hide anything from you, does he?"

"Yes, I know some things about him. He is a logistics intelligence officer stationed in Fusang. If people from our country's special departments encounter difficulties while executing secret missions, they usually ask him for help."

"It seems he really doesn't hide anything from you." Chen Yu nodded slightly. Wu Bo's feelings for Xin'er were like those for his own daughter, so it was normal that he didn't hide certain things from her.

"Yes, I also know that in his hands, more than twenty young soldiers have left their souls here, never having the chance to return home to see their relatives and friends again." Xin'er sighed and said, "I know Wu Bo's heart is very heavy."

"Because those young people were each like his own children, and he had deep bonds with several of them, yet he could only watch them fall without having the chance to save them."

"This is fate, a fate that no one can change," Chen Yu said. "And dying on the battlefield is undoubtedly the best destination for a soldier, so you don't need to be too sad for them. We just need to remember them forever."

Xin'er nodded slightly, wiped away a tear, and said, "Sorry, my emotions were a bit unstable."

"You are a kind girl, which is why Wu Bo is so open and honest with you," Chen Yu smiled and said. "Alright, thank you for this meal. Let's go see Wu Bo another day."

Xin'er nodded. Just then, she suddenly received a message from Wu Bo. She stood up involuntarily, her expression changing slightly.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yu saw that her expression was off and guessed that something must have happened.

"Wu Bo just sent a message saying he needs some Stop-Bleeding Medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine, gauze, alcohol, and other things. It seems some of our people are injured again," Xin'er exclaimed. "I have to go prepare these things quickly."

"Forget it, no need to prepare those things. I am a Yisheng; I don't need those. Let's go over quickly," Chen Yu said.

"Okay." Xin'er nodded without hesitation and followed Chen Yu as they hurried away, rushing toward Wu Bo's Tailor Shop.

In the basement of the Tailor Shop, a young man lay on a bed, the sheet on his body already stained red with blood.

From his tall, sturdy frame, it wasn't hard to tell he was a soldier, but there was a hideous and terrifying wound on his chest, from which blood was continuously seeping out.

"Where is the Stop-Bleeding Medicine?" Wu Bo panted slightly, pressing the wound with one hand while asking Xin'er.

"I..." Xin'er didn't know how to explain.

"Let me see, move your hand." Chen Yu stepped forward and removed Wu Bo's hand from the wound. As soon as Wu Bo's hand was removed, blood could be seen streaming down the man's chest.

"I tried using Golden Sore Medicine to stop the bleeding for him, but the wound is too deep, so the medicine just washed away with the blood. If the blood keeps flowing like this, I think he can hold on for at most another hour," Wu Bo sighed.

"The injury is indeed quite severe." Chen Yu's brows furrowed slightly, then he took out a Silver Needle and casually pricked a few points on the man's body.

After a few needles were inserted, the blood flowing incessantly from the man's wound immediately slowed down. He took out the medicine and applied it to the wound; the moment the medicine was applied, the bleeding stopped instantly.

"How is it? Will the bleeding from the wound recur?" Wu Bo asked with some trepidation.

"It won't recur. The person who wounded him is a ninja, One Sword Style, One Sword Fatal Strike. It's truly a miracle he's alive until now." Chen Yu shook his head, and while speaking, he took out Qi-Boosting and Essence-Replenishing Medicine for the man to take. After some effort, the man's complexion turned rosy, and his breathing slowly steadied.

"Alright, the pulse is normal; his Life is saved." Only then did Wu Bo relax the heart he had been holding in his throat.

"If he couldn't be saved even after I took action, then truly no one could save him," Chen Yu smiled.

Although what he said sounded a bit arrogant, it was the truth. If even he couldn't save him, then the person before them was truly beyond saving.

"When will he wake up?" Wu Bo asked.

"At any time, but he has lost too much blood. Let him rest. I have some medicine here; boil it and have him take it, it will allow him to replenish his blood quickly," Chen Yu said.

"I'll go do it." Xin'er took the medicine Chen Yu brought out and turned to go to the kitchen.