The middle-aged man brought the cake back to the kitchen and told Old Mr. Yi about Huo Yao’s comments while the latter was busy cooking.

  Old Mr. Yi looked up with a solemn expression and said, “Even a layman could see what was wrong with the cake. You should reflect on it and don’t embarrass yourself again.”


  Saying so, he went back to preparing the dish.

  The middle-aged man nervously wiped the sweat off his brow and replied. “I understand.”


  He wanted to say how knowledgeable the young lady was but ended up getting scolded instead.

  Meanwhile, in the private room.

  Huo Yao took out a test paper given to her by her math teacher in the afternoon as homework.

  Min Yu sat next to her quietly and drank tea without disturbing her.

  Zhuo Yun stood behind Huo Yao and looked at her test paper from time to time. He did not understand a single question on it, but she was completing each question at an astounding speed without expending much energy. This speed was simply……

  Zhuo Yun recalled his time during middle high. Even if he completed the test blindly, he could not have done it as quickly as her!

  Zhuo Yun touched his chin. No matter the era, everyone went through their homework in the same fashion.

  But Huo Yao had beautiful handwriting.

  Even though she was randomly finishing the test, she could write neatly, so she must have a well-balanced temperament.

  The private room door opened right when Huo Yao finished the last question and put down her pen.

  When the same middle-aged man came in with a tray, the room was filled with a light medicinal scent.

  An astonished look appeared on Huo Yao’s face. With the fragrance, she could tell that it was cooked with seven to eight types of warm natured rare Chinese medicine and soft-shelled turtle.

  The middle-aged man placed the white enamel bowl filled with medicinal soup on the table. He went around and set out white porcelain bowls in front of Huo Yao and Min Yu.

  “This is Old Mr. Yi’s latest creation. It’s called the snow lotus turtle soup. It strengthens the spleen, improves appetite and energy.”


  Min Yu got up. He took Huo Yao’s bowl and filled it with some soup and said, “Try some.”


  Zhuo Yun witnessed the romantic sight of his master filling another person’s bowl. Anyone else who saw it would probably find it jaw-dropping.

  Huo Yao failed to notice Zhuo Yun’s expression. She took the bowl from Min Yu right away. After she picked up the spoon and tried it, her eyes held a glint.

  She said, “This soup is good. The medicinal scent isn’t too strong, it tastes perfect, and its heat control was excellent. You can tell that the cook is highly experienced.”


  Min Yu raised his brow. He turned to fill a bowl for himself and said, “It’s usually tough to get to sample Old Mr. Yi’s cooking. We got lucky today.”


  Huo Yao finished her soup. Then she reflected on it and could not resist adding. “If he added some common barley to it, the soup would be better.”


  Since Min Yu had little understanding of Chinese medicine, he did not grasp the meaning behind Huo Yao’s words. However, the middle-aged man had a slight cognizance of pharmacology, so the moment she gave her suggestion, he subconsciously frowned.

  When Huo Yao commented about the yulu cake, he had taken her to be an amateur. However, Old Mr. Yi did not make those cakes.

  But Old Mr. Yi had worked on this snow lotus turtle soup for months before succeeding, so this dish was considered flawless. Yet this young lady still managed to find a problem in it?