Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots

"Really, there’s no other way?" Lin Yuan murmured.

Just then, Lao Fan suddenly said, "However, there is indeed a way. As long as the remedy fits the ailment, the medicine can cure the disease. But, as you know, all medications have their risks. If you end up like your mother, damaged by medications, that would be more than a loss. So..."

"So what? Please just say it, I will certainly take good care of myself." If not for the sake of providing Xia Zheng with an heir, she still wanted a child of her own. In her previous life, she had not truly enjoyed life before dying, so in this one, she resolved to live both lives to the fullest.

Lao Fan’s eyes whirled around as he spoke solemnly, "Hmm, it’s very good that you have this confidence. Actually, it’s not difficult. Medicinal tonics ultimately do have their toxins, so it’s better to turn to dietary therapy. Dietary therapy is also very particular. Mutton has a moderate nature; eating more can help alleviate abdominal pain."

Lin Yuan nodded repeatedly: "Yes."

"So, you should eat more mutton hotpot, sheep offal, and the like. Oh, and that pork intestine is delicious; you can eat more of that too. It’s best to add more chili—today’s intestine dish was too lightly spiced, and the serving was too small. It was hardly satisfying. Next time, you must make more. I’ve heard you mention that sheep offal soup isn’t bad either; make some of that as well. For your constitution, drinking soup is best while I eat the meat. Two birds with one stone, wouldn’t you agree?"

"Yes, yes," Lin Yuan obediently nodded, but the more she listened, the more she sensed that something was off. This didn’t sound like advice for her well-being; instead, it seemed like the old man was slyly placing his food orders.

Squinting her eyes at Lao Fan, Lin Yuan saw the old man still busily counting on his fingers, muttering to himself, "Goji berries and Ginseng are the best nourishments; they taste even better with more sugar added," and "Pear with rock sugar is perfect for clearing heat; you can eat a little if you over-nourish yourself" Naturally, no matter what dish he "suggested," it always concluded with, "You’re too frail to eat too much; a small bowl each time will do. Don’t waste the leftovers; as a thrifty old man, I am willing to clean up these remains for you."

As she listened, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. She covered her stomach with her hand and tilted her head as she interjected, "Aren’t pears cool in nature? Can I eat pears at this time?"