Li Lianyi chuckled as she looked at the frozen Jia Fuhai.
This kid had an enviable physique, though how he managed it was a mystery—was it just a matter of genetic differences?
All she wanted was to observe Jia Fuhai's physical changes—what was wrong with that?
It was merely a humble request from an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
If only others could achieve even half of this kid's physical condition!
After all, this guy could eat three full meals, and it still seemed like three meals weren't enough for him.
It was truly enviable.
Li Lianyi stroked her well-maintained skin with a sigh.
Meanwhile, Lin Feifei had just recovered from the awe-inspiring sight of her master tasting various herbs with such dedication.
Turning her head, she saw her master gazing at Brother Hai with an expression that could only be described as infatuated. If she didn't know her master's character, she would have thought her master had developed feelings for Brother Hai.
Jia Fuhai, on the other hand, had already figured out how Doctor Li was able to so accurately identify the ingredients—it was through her own experience of tasting countless herbs. Impressive.
But looking at the current situation, he felt that it was best not to linger. There were a few things he had wanted to ask, but now he had no desire to stay.
"I've got something going on at home, so I'll be off. You two carry on," Jia Fuhai said, signaling to Lin Feifei with his eyes before swiftly making his exit.
"Oh, young people these days!" Li Lianyi shook her head at the spot where Jia Fuhai had stood moments before. "Feifei, I still wanted to talk to Little Jia about that cake!"
"How could he bake something so delicious with such simple ingredients? How did he do it?"
"Uh... maybe Brother Hai's just a great cook?" Lin Feifei hesitated with her words.
Her own cooking skills were limited to basic dishes like noodles, so she wasn't in any position to evaluate. Tasting was fine, but she was a beginner when it came to actual cooking techniques.
"Remarkable, really, baking something so delicious with just basic ingredients," Li Lianyi muttered to herself, without responding directly to Feifei.
Could the documentaries she had seen be right? That simple ingredient could create gourmet dishes after a long day of hard work?
"Master Jia..." Li Lianyi almost blurted out but stopped herself.
She cleared her throat. "Feifei, in the future, if Little Jia ever makes any more delicious food, you can bring some for me to taste."
"I'd be more than happy to! Brother Hai made this cake especially for you, after all," Lin Feifei responded quickly.
"Oh, well... ahem, I see. But why didn't my disciple bring it herself?" Li Lianyi cut off her earlier words, teasing her apprentice.
Just now, Jia Fuhai had acted like he wanted to avoid her at all costs. It wasn't his fault, though—whenever she saw something unusual, she had the urge to study it.
"Master, how about we focus on the pulse diagnosis now?" Lin Feifei, well-prepared for her master's antics, quickly shifted the topic to learning.
"Ugh, not behaving yourself, I see! Fine, let's go next door to visit the Western medicine department and exchange some knowledge," Li Lianyi said, shaking her head. She put on her white coat, her mind still spinning with thoughts.
To her, Feifei seemed a bit uptight—perhaps just a bit tsundere? But both in work and in life, Feifei was dependable. That was one of the reasons Li Lianyi had taken her on as an apprentice.
After all, being from a family of medical professionals herself, Li Lianyi had no shortage of people willing to continue her legacy.
But the most important trait in this field was one's moral character. Medical ethics always came first.
Lin Feifei followed in silence, her mind focused on her studies. She needed to learn as much as she could now, as Brother Hai had already suggested she take it easy during pregnancy.
Her time for learning was limited.
...
Over at the Western medicine department, Dr. Wang was busy analyzing a specimen's pathological changes. As a pathologist, who also sometimes played the role of a forensic doctor, he had spent the entire night working alongside the cadaver specimen.
Staring at the diseased stomach tissue, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness and fatigue.
Was it low blood sugar?
After a moment of rest, he managed to prop himself up by the desk.
Food... Where was food?
Oh, right.
He recalled that a colleague had brought him some cake earlier when he had stepped out to use the restroom.
While he was walking back, still discussing pathology on the phone with a peer, his colleague had handed him the cake. He hadn't thought much of it and had simply taken it.
Where had he put it?
Dr. Wang quickly scanned the room and spotted a few pieces of yellow cake lying on the desk amidst piles of books.
Grabbing a piece, he wasted no time.
He felt saved! Otherwise, he'd have to go out and find food, which was too much of a hassle this early in the morning.
Tearing into the cake, he devoured it ravenously.
What the... How was it so good?
His current state could only be described as wolfing it down.
Once he finished, Dr. Wang felt an overwhelming sense of contentment... and then a strange sensation washed over him.
Wait, was he hallucinating?
Dr. Wang suddenly snapped back to reality.
This... was the cake really this powerful?
Or had his nervous system been affected somehow?
In that instant, thoughts of various criminal organizations exploiting technology and harmful substances in food began flashing through his mind.
Could this cake be one of those?
Scratching his head, Dr. Wang's professional curiosity kicked in—or maybe it was just his inner gossip-loving nature. Either way, he decided to investigate the cake that had tasted so suspiciously good.
It wasn't like he had anything better to do at the moment.
He started searching the area and, after some effort, managed to find a few crumbs on the floor. He immediately took them over to the microscope.
"Let's see what this cake was made of," Dr. Wang said with mock seriousness as he adjusted the microscope.
He couldn't taste ingredients like Doctor Li could, but hey, if you're lacking, you use technology—that was his forte.
"Huh?"
As he observed the structures under the lens, Dr. Wang's expression shifted to one of disbelief.
The composition was simple: flour, eggs, honey...
That was it?
His mind raced.
Was this really it? Just these?
Dr. Wang, with his years of experience inspecting all kinds of shady food products made with artificial additives and harmful chemicals, had never seen anything like this.
There wasn't even a trace of artificial substances. The cake was pure—just natural ingredients.
At that moment, Dr. Wang, like Doctor Li, was filled with an insatiable curiosity. Both were eager to discover the secret to making such delicious food using only natural ingredients. This was far more impressive than any processed food full of artificial flavors and chemicals.
Oh right, he recalled that it was Doctor Li's apprentice who had given him the cake, wasn't it?
He'd have to ask about it next time—the craftsmanship was simply amazing.
Elsewhere in the hospital, other doctors who had also received the cake were similarly blown away by the taste.
Unknowingly, Jia Fuhai's cakes were gaining popularity among medical professionals, opening up future opportunities for sales.
Back in the kitchen, Doctor Li and Dr. Wang's analyses were spot-on. Jia Fuhai had indeed used only three ingredients: eggs, flour, and honey.
Nothing else was added.
He had learned this from his son.
Jia Qiyi had mastered the art of bringing out the natural flavors of the ingredients, and Jia Fuhai had picked up the skill as well.
So, even though the ingredients were simple, the results were phenomenal.
But don't underestimate these three simple ingredients.
Jia Fuhai had carefully selected each one. Though this significantly increased the cost, the true star ingredient was the real honey.
Since he wasn't using sugar, honey was essential to enhancing the flavor.