Chapter 177


    Chapter 177


    After the chicken soup was ready, the butler didn’t send it directly to Anthony. Instead, she went to see


    Lindy first.


    Lindy was drinking coffee. When she heard this, her hand that was holding the coffee cup paused


    slightly.


    She slowly put down the coffee cup. “Has Mr. Arthur checked on it?”


    The butler knew what Lindy was going to ask and quickly replied, “He checked it. The prescription is


    very special and seemed to be nutritious, but he isn’t sure if it’s useful.”


    Eaton Arthur was an old retired doctor who used to work at the


    provincial hospital.


    After his retirement, he was hired by the Patterson family to take care of Anthony’s health on a daily


    basis.


    Lindy hesitated, rubbing the sides of her cup with her thumb and index finger, unable to make up her


    mind.


    She didn’t like Olivia, considering her too young.


    However, when she saw her cooking the medicinal cuisine, she felt touched.


    After some contemtion, her maternal instincts took over.


    It was just two bowls of chicken soup. She considered pouring them away since nothing is more


    important than Anthony’s health.


    The prescription seemed fine, but who knew if there would be any


    adverse effects after drinking it?


    “Pour it.” Lindy picked up her coffee cup and began to sip it.


    The butler returned to the kitchen and had the chef pour out the chicken


    soup.


    “Pour it?” The chef couldn’t control the volume of his voice, and it came out sharply.


    The butler nced at him unhappily, saying, “Why are you being so loud?”


    The chef looked at the chicken soup in the pot with a conflicted expression. “How can we pour away


    something so good? If Anthony doesn’t want it, I’ll drink it.”


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    As he spoke, hedled a bowl of soup and was about to put it in his mouth.


    The butler was rmed by this and quickly stopped him, her eyes widening. “Are you crazy? It contains


    medicine!”


    “It should be fine. Mr. Arthur has seen the prescription and he said it’s nutritious.” The chef didn’t want


    to waste such a good thing. Plus, he had been smelling the fragrance for an hour. If he didn’t get to


    taste it, he would be regretful for the rest of his life.


    Just as the butler was hesitating, the chef put it into his mouth and took a big sip.


    As soon as it entered his mouth, his eyes brightened. He was surprised that the chicken soup is


    astonishingly delicious.


    He didn’t bother to say anything else and quickly swallowed the soup.


    The butler was so anxious that she was hopping on her foot. “You are really insane. Why are you in


    such a hurry? Are you afraid that someone will snatch it from you?”


    “It’s so delicious!” The chef finally found a moment to speak. “I’ve never had chicken soup this


    delicious. It’s amazing!”


    The butler was surprised.


    After all, the chef was a master in the kitchen, having superb culinary skills. Even he couldn’t help but


    praise the soup.


    Her gaze fell on the pot.


    Could this chicken soup really be so delicious?


    In the end, the butler and the chef split the remaining chicken soup equally, with each of them getting


    more than half a bowl. It left them with a mouth–watering experience.


    After finishing, the two of them looked at the empty bowl and could not help but feel disappointed. “It’s


    too little.”


    In total, there were just a little more than two bowls.


    Amidst their disappointment and frustration, their gazesnded on the chicken left in the pot.


    The chef acted quickly, breaking off a drumstick and biting into it.


    However, he promptly spat it out.


    The butler inquired, “What’s wrong?”


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    The chef tasted it thoughtfully. “It’s tasteless.”


    The butler took a bite out of curiosity. It indeedcked vor. “The nutrition and vor must have been


    absorbed by the soup.”


    After cing down her bowl and instructing the chef to discard the remaining chicken and herbs, the


    butler was ready to leave.


    Just before departing, she happened to nce from the corner of her eye and noticed that the chef had


    not disposed of the remaining chicken. Not only had he not done so, but he was also holding the


    seasonings in his hand, examining them one by one.


    “What are you doing?”


    The chef spat out the seasoning. “I want to study how Ms. Olivia cooked the chicken soup so


    deliciously.”


    The chef was also a serious student of cooking and had prepared many delectable dishes.


    Although it’s expected that the taste of chicken or fish in the soup might be slightly inferior when


    compared to cooking them separately, the extent to which it differed was unprecedented. It seemed like


    all the essence and savory vor of the chicken had been extracted.


    The butler didn’t have much understanding of cooking. She asked, “Is it very difficult?”


    “Of course!” The chef nced at her. “I can’t do it, and even my chef instructor can’t do it.”


    Olivia was in her room, engrossed in contemting the seasonings. She approached every task with


    great seriousness and was fully absorbed in


    1. it.


    Since she hadmitted to cooking and preparing medicinal cuisine, she was determined to excel,


    striving for perfection.


    This perfection involved not only exquisite taste and appearance but also the ability to provide health


    benefits.


    The key to the distinctive vors of different dishes is the art of seasoning.


    Olivia’s background in traditional medicine allowed her to understand the bnce of vors and the


    health benefits associated with different ingredients. Every seasoning and ingredient were nutrients in


    her eyes. Moreover, she had tasted most of them before and understood their medicinal properties.


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    Therefore, as she prepared the dishes, she seemed to do it casually, pinching and sprinkling


    ingredients with ease. However, it was all the result of high–speed calctions in her mind, ensuring


    that the dishes achieved a bnced diet.


    She knew by heart what seasonings and ingredients would taste like when added together, and what


    kind of changes would happen under the different heat.


    In the past, Gillian had been angry with her and said that she was petty and unwilling to teach her how


    to make medicinal cuisine.


    It was not that she was unwilling to teach. She could not teach at all. When she prepared medicinal


    cuisine, it was all about improvisation, adding ingredients on the spot. For example, when cooking fresh


    chicken and frozen chicken, she would use different ingredients for the


    preparation. The way they were cooked, whether with high or low heat, will also yield different dishes.


    It’s not just about following recipes but about adapting to the situation as needed.


    Even if there were a group of people watching her prepare medicinal cuisine and trying to replicate all


    of her steps, the end results were never quite the same.


    This was because even if it’s the same type of medicinal ingredient, they might have subtle differences,


    such as water content, freshness, or age. These minor variations could significantly impact the final


    taste of food. The seared salmon with herbed couscous is the only dish that can be replicated, with all


    the key points written out by her.


    However, Gillian didn’t believe her. She thought she was taking advantage of the Smith family’s recipe


    to win favor.


    In Gillian’s eyes, the Smith family didn’t need Olivia to use the receipt and act as a go–between.


    After organizing the seasonings, Olivia washed her hands and sat down on the bed.


    Having sat there for a while, she began to feel bored, so she took out her phone to idly browse through


    it.


    She found that her Facebook was filled with uninteresting content, so she rested her chin on her hand


    and continued scrolling.


    Then, by chance, she saw a status update posted by Daniel.


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    She wondered if Daniel would also post a Facebook status


    Olivia raised her eyebrows slightly. She was curious and decided to take a look.


    [My gifriend hasn’t talked to me in 10 days. What should I do?]


    Olivia was momentarily puzzled. She clicked on Daniel’s profile and discovered that he posted a daily


    status update every day.


    [My girlfriend hasn’t talked to me in a day. What should I do?]


    [My girlfriend hasn’t talked to me in two days. What should I do?]


    Olivia flipped through them one by one, and then her heart became more and more bitter.


    She realized that she had indeed neglected Daniel:


    Just as she was about to exit the application and call him, he posted another status.


    [It’s okay, I’ll always wait for her.]


    Olivia subconsciously smiled.


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    Under the new status, Daniel added another .


    [Don’t be anxious. Take your time to adjust your mood. If you’re sad, you can cry. If you miss me, you


    can find me. Don’t need to have any burden. or hesitation. Andrew and I will always be behind you.]


    Olivia grabbed the phone and threw himself onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow.


    She couldn’t help but feel moved.