Chapter 58: A New Use for the Golden River Crab Pill

Yunxuan opened the door, and standing outside was Jiang Yue.

“Judging by your expression, the Dongfang family sent you to bring me over, didn’t they?” Yunxuan looked at Jiang Yue and smiled.

“Just following orders. But for you, it should be a good thing.” Jiang Yue’s tone was serious.

“Let’s go. I’d like to take a stroll around the capital tonight,” Yunxuan shrugged, half doubting Jiang Yue’s words.

He followed the silent Jiang Yue to the main entrance. When Yunxuan saw the license plate on the luxury car waiting, he paused in surprise.

It really was 66666.

“Please.” Jiang Yue opened the car door.

Lost in thought, Yunxuan got into the car. The Dongfang family sending a car for him was a gesture of respect. So, what was it about him that had piqued their interest?

“Medicinal cuisine?” The idea flashed through his mind. It wasn’t surprising that the Dongfang family had connections with martial artists.

…

The car drove away from the capital and entered a resort. Yunxuan noticed the soldiers patrolling the grounds and frowned. Was someone important staying here?

“When you go in, mind your words. Don’t miss this opportunity,” Jiang Yue said quietly as the car stopped in front of a villa. Without waiting for Yunxuan’s reply, he stepped out, opening the door for him.

“Thank you.” Yunxuan got out, eyeing the soldiers stationed at the villa entrance.

Jiang Yue led him inside.

In the villa, dozens of middle-aged men in suits gathered, along with the cold-faced Dongfang Aoxue and the head of the Dongfang family, Dongfang Wu, whom Yunxuan had met before.

Dongfang Wu looked thoroughly exhausted, as though he hadn’t rested in days. The moment he saw Yunxuan, he hurried over.

“Let’s talk over here.” Dongfang Wu gestured with his eyes.

Catching his meaning, Yunxuan followed him into an adjacent room.

“This is my father, a general. According to a renowned doctor, if we can prepare a nourishing medicinal dish, he can be saved.” Dongfang Wu took out an old, yellowed page and glanced toward the elderly man in the isolation ward, who looked frail and weak.

“A medicinal recipe?” Yunxuan wasn’t particularly surprised; since being sent to this world by an angel and having met a demon king, his experiences could fill a novel.

“Yes. If you can recreate this dish—regardless of the outcome—the Dongfang family will be grateful. But if you help my father through this ordeal, I will grant you one request. Anything at all.” Dongfang Wu spoke solemnly.

“Very well, I accept. Prepare a kitchen for me and the necessary ingredients,” Yunxuan replied seriously after studying the recipe.

This was actually a page from the legendary Golden Recipe, and as luck would have it, it was one he had made before—the Golden Crab Meatball!

The recipe was incomplete, containing only the soup portion—the heart and most valuable aspect of the dish.

As for why Dongfang Aoxue hadn’t succeeded, it was likely a matter of specialization. Chefs rarely used traditional herbs; she might manage ordinary medicinal dishes, but the Golden Crab Meatball was beyond her palate’s reach.

Even if the aroma was enticing, if the medicinal properties were off, the consequences could be dire.

Dongfang Wu dared not take the risk. The video Dongfang Aoxue had shown him of Yunxuan competing in the Culinary Spirit Contest had left him stunned. According to Dongfang Aoxue, that renowned doctor confirmed Yunxuan had indeed made the Golden Crab Meatball.

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Yunxuan arrived at the Dongfang family’s kitchen, which was guarded by two soldiers and utterly quiet.

“Give me an hour and a half,” Yunxuan said as he entered.

Dongfang Wu watched the kitchen door, not daring to disturb him, and stood guard himself. Though he appeared calm, it was clear he was anxious.

Yunxuan inspected the prepared ingredients and herbs and began making the Golden Crab Meatball—a task he found easy enough.

In less than an hour, the dish was ready. Yunxuan discreetly collected the leftover golden powder.

Once the dish had cooled, he placed it on a tray and carried it out.

The moment Dongfang Wu saw the door open and the covered bowl in Yunxuan’s hands, excitement surged in his chest.

Together, they went to the isolation ward. Dongfang Wu personally brought the dish inside. As for whether it was poisoned, he trusted his investigation of Yunxuan—no way would he dare such a thing.

Yunxuan stood outside, watching as Dongfang Wu carefully approached the elderly man’s bedside.

“What are you dawdling for? Are you going to let me eat or not?” The old man glared at Dongfang Wu, irritation in his voice.

“Dad, I was just thinking of your weak condition,” Dongfang Wu replied awkwardly.

“It’s only anorexia, not a terminal illness. Give me the bowl,” the old man grumbled, rolling over to shoot his son a look.

All Dongfang Wu could do was set the bowl before him on the built-in tray and hand him a spoon.

The old man took a whiff of the Golden Crab Meatball, his eyes lighting up. When he lifted the lid, his appetite soared, and he dug in hungrily.

“…,” thought Yunxuan.

Until Dongfang Wu entered, Yunxuan had assumed the old man was gravely ill—only to find out it was just anorexia? Though anorexia could be serious, the atmosphere moments ago had been tense, as if facing a crisis.

“Dad, slow down,” Dongfang Wu said, covering his face. No wonder the renowned doctor had recommended the dish—food therapy could indeed work wonders. Out of all the chefs invited, only Yunxuan had succeeded.

“Get out and fetch me another bowl,” the old man commanded, exuding authority as if he could eat three more.

“Alright, alright.” Relieved, Dongfang Wu took the bowl.

Yunxuan watched Dongfang Wu exit the isolation ward, feeling a bit speechless. It wasn’t a terminal illness—why all the drama?

“Yunxuan, thank you. My promise stands: you may ask one thing of me, and if it’s in my power, I will do it,” Dongfang Wu said with a smile.

“Food therapy is only a temporary fix. If you want to cure anorexia for good, I have a method, though I’m not sure you’ll agree,” Yunxuan replied with a faint smile.

The medicinal dishes in the Golden Recipe had many effects. Even anorexia could be gradually corrected; once the dosage of golden powder was reduced, the patient could recover fully.

“What method?” Dongfang Wu asked in delight. If his father could truly be cured, he’d even be willing to give Yunxuan half of Autumn Pavilion.

“It’s this…” Yunxuan whispered.

“I see. Good, I’ll take care of the arrangements. I’ll be relying on you, then,” Dongfang Wu said, suddenly understanding and then chuckling ruefully. He’d been hoping to keep Yunxuan as the family’s private chef for the old master.

But Yunxuan’s suggestion was actually quite good.

If he really tried to use his authority to keep Yunxuan here, the old man might well chase him with a feather duster.

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