Chapter 407: A Bowl of Hu-la Soup

"If I take action, I will certainly guarantee that the Old Matriarch's body remains unharmed; there is no such thing as a problem arising." Chen Yu was getting a bit angry; this old man was acting a bit arrogant due to his seniority.

"Guarantee she remains unharmed? Are you an Immortal?" Liang Lao was furious: "Are young people today all this irresponsible with their words? Medicine is not Metaphysics; what are you using to guarantee that the patient's body won't have a single issue?"

"Liang Lao, Little Chen's medical skills are actually quite good. Shaoming was severely injured this time, and it was thanks to Doctor Chen's treatment that he pulled through," Huang Jianzhong said respectfully.

Huang Jianzhong certainly wouldn't give this face to an ordinary person, but Liang Lao was different; he was the personal Yisheng who had followed the Old Matriarch for decades, and the old lady's meals were all arranged by him.

Therefore, he was worthy of his respect; if it were anyone else who dared to speak to Chen Yu like this, he certainly wouldn't agree.

"That was Shaoming's own good fortune and Life; it had nothing to do with him. Many things in Traditional Chinese Medicine cannot be taught; only through decades of accumulated experience can one become a true practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Him?" Liang Lao said, glancing at Chen Yu: "Too young."

"Is Liang Lao looking down on me?" Chen Yu was angry: "Fine then, let's make a bet."

"Bet on what?" Liang Lao asked with contempt.

"Let's bet that without prescribing Medicine or performing Acupuncture, a single bowl of soup will completely cure the old lady's loss of appetite and her chronic stomach cold and acidity," Chen Yu said with a cold laugh.

"Do you know what you are saying?" Liang Lao was furious: "I have been Zhou Laotaijun's attending Yisheng for decades. This ailment of hers is a root cause left over from her early years; neither acupuncture nor Medicine has worked. You say you can cure it with a bowl of soup?"

"Furthermore, you are using the old lady's health to gamble? Are you sick in the head?"

"Since I have said so, it means I have one hundred percent certainty. It just depends on whether the old lady is willing to try," Chen Yu smiled.

"Hehe, I am actually willing to try," Zhou Laotaijun said with a chuckle.

"No, this is not child's play," Liang Lao refused directly: "A mouth without hair lacks maturity; I don't believe it."

"I am willing to try it myself," the Old Matriarch laughed: "I have had this ailment for many years, and I have always eaten bland food; my mouth feels very tasteless. If it can be cured, does that mean I can eat some strong-flavored things?"

"Of course you can," Chen Yu smiled.

"Liang Lao, Little Chen's medical skills are truly quite good. Let him try," Liu Xinrui also said.

"That's right, if it weren't for him, that kid Shaoming probably wouldn't have been able to save his Life," Huang Jianzhong laughed: "Just treat it as you exchanging medical pointers with him and teaching him a few tricks."

"If Liang Lao doesn't agree, then forget it. After all, you are the Old Matriarch's attending Yisheng. You haven't been able to cure the ailment you've treated for decades; if I happen to cure it, wouldn't Liang Lao lose face?" Chen Yu laughed out loud.

"What did you say, kid? Say that again if you dare. The stomach needs to be nurtured, nurtured! Do you understand? If you have the ability, then go ahead and try. I want to see what kind of tricks you can pull."

This tactic was indeed effective. Upon hearing Chen Yu's words, Liang Lao was furious. He pointed at Chen Yu and shouted: "If the old lady's stomach condition isn't better today, I will twist your head off."

"Alright then, President Huang, here is the prescription, take a look," Chen Yu said as he wrote down a prescription and handed it to Huang Jianzhong.

"This, what does this mean?" Huang Jianzhong took it in his hand and looked, stunned.

He saw an address written on it; it wasn't far from here, but he didn't understand what it meant.

"This address is a breakfast shop. The couple is from the Yu Region. Their Hu-la Soup is the most authentic and genuine. You go and have someone bring back two bowls of Hu-la Soup and half a catty of Deep-fried Dough Sticks. Let Zhou Laotaijun eat them, and she will be cured as soon as she eats," Chen Yu smiled.

"Nonsense, this is simply nonsense." Before Huang Jianzhong could speak, Liang Lao on the side was furious: "Kid, do you know what you are saying?"

"Of course I know what I am saying. Why? Does Liang Lao have a different opinion?" Chen Yu countered.

"The old lady is advanced in age, and her body is not well. Previously, she has always used porridge to nourish her stomach, and her diet must be bland; only then can her stomach ailment be kept from recurring. Do you, kid, know what Hu-la Soup is?" Huang Jianzhong said angrily.

"Of course I know," Chen Yu smiled slightly: "I often go to eat breakfast at that place; it's very good."

"Bullshit, such strong-flavored food will damage the spleen and stomach. You are letting the old lady eat these things; what exactly is your intention?" Liang Lao said angrily.

"Liang Lao, you have followed the Old Matriarch for decades; you shouldn't be unaware of where the Old Matriarch's hometown is, right?" Chen Yu asked.

"This... I really don't know," Liang Lao was slightly stunned: "Zhou Laotaijun, where is your hometown?"

"Sigh, I can't remember clearly. A century has passed; how could I still remember clearly? When I was a child, I followed my family to flee to other places," the Old Matriarch shook her head: "I only remember roughly that it was in the western part of the Yu Region."

"Correct, the old lady's hometown is indeed in the western part of the Yu Region, and she lived in the Yu Region in her early years. According to the habits of the people of the Yu Region, a bowl of Hu-la Soup for breakfast makes one feel energetic for the day," Chen Yu said: "Furthermore, that shop's soup uses the most authentic method; the soup contains over twenty types of medicinal ingredients."

"Therefore, using soup to nourish the stomach is most appropriate. Does the old lady currently feel heartburn? Is her stomach regurgitating acid?" Chen Yu asked again.

"Yes, it is still like that now, which is why I have no appetite to eat," Zhou Laotaijun nodded slightly.

"This is a situation caused by stomach discomfort. After a bowl of soup, I guarantee you will be full of Spirit," Chen Yu smiled.

"Go, have someone buy it," the Old Matriarch said with a chuckle: "I haven't eaten breakfast from the Yu Region in decades; I really do miss it."

"Yes, I will go now," Huang Jianzhong nodded and turned to send someone to buy it.

"But Old Matriarch, your body does not allow you to eat such strong-flavored food," Liang Lao was truly a bit anxious. He had been the old lady's health Yisheng for decades and was most clear about the old lady's physical condition.

"Little Liang, I am already at such an advanced age; I have seen all kinds of storms and waves and have suffered all kinds of bitterness," the Old Matriarch sighed slightly and said: "In the past, I didn't have enough to eat or wear."

"But now, it is a peaceful and prosperous age. Are you not even going to let me eat something I like? Hehe, don't worry, I trust Little Chen."

Liang Lao's expression changed. The Old Matriarch's temper was just like that; he knew it very well. Once she decided on something, she would never change. Now, he could only let her try it first.

Soon, two bowls of Hu-la Soup were brought up. The appearance of this soup was not very good, and the flavor was strong. People from other places were not used to it; only people from the Yu Region would have a bowl every morning.

Seeing these two bowls of soup, Zhou Laotaijun felt a surge of Spirit. She picked up a spoon and started eating. After one mouthful, she couldn't help but nod repeatedly: "That's right, this is the taste; a long-lost taste indeed."

"Old Matriarch, dip in the freshly fried Deep-fried Dough Sticks, otherwise it lacks the Spirit," Chen Yu smiled slightly.

"Haha, good, it really lacks the Spirit without dipping the Deep-fried Dough Sticks," Zhou Laotaijun laughed heartily. She picked up a Deep-fried Dough Stick, dipped it into the soup, and ate it with great relish.

"Kid, these things are heavy in oil and salt. If the old lady eats them, her body won't be able to handle it," Liang Lao's expression changed repeatedly, but in the end, he couldn't help but speak up.

"Don't worry about that," Chen Yu said calmly: "Since I am doing this, I have my reasons for doing so."

"You..." Liang Lao was left speechless by Chen Yu's retort. He wanted to stop her, but he had no way to intervene.

In the blink of an eye, the two bowls of Hu-la Soup were eaten clean. The old lady put down the bowl in her hand and then said with a sense of lingering enjoyment: "I'm afraid I haven't eaten this in fifty or sixty years."

"Refreshing, truly too refreshing, haha." Zhou Laotaijun broke into a sweat, but she stood up, full of Spirit, a complete change from her previous dizzy and weak state.

"Old Matriarch, how do you feel now?" Chen Yu asked.

"I feel very good, truly too good. I feel as if my whole person has come back to Life," the old lady laughed heartily, then asked: "Little Chen, can I eat this often in the future? I've had enough of the bland food every day."

"You can, but at most three times a week. One bowl of soup, half a bowl of Tofu Pudding, mixed together. After all, as Liang Lao said, this thing has a very strong flavor; it is good for waking up the spleen and opening the appetite, but if you eat it as a meal, the body won't be able to handle it," Chen Yu smiled.