The Young Matriarch

Chapter 137: Chapter 137 That’s Pig Feed for Me
 

“Isn’t this making it difficult for him?”

Not a single dish listed here isn’t a lost famous dish, and among them, there are the completely obliterated court dishes of Xiyue Country.

Moreover, there are also dishes that the Cao Family had lost for hundreds of years, dishes he had seen in the ancient books at home.

Cao Jinhai’s face turned ugly and he was somewhat embarrassed, “This, Bai classmate… you are making it hard for uncle, aren’t you?”

Let alone him being a star chef not knowing how to make them, there are hardly a few chefs in the world who could!

Bai Chuwei smiled slightly, “I know you can’t do it.”

She knew he couldn’t do it and still asked; was she seeking to frustrate people?

Even Cao Jinhai felt somewhat annoyed inside.

Bai Chuwei handed over a recipe with a smile, “In twenty days, I hope you can make them all.”

Cao Jinhai took the recipe in his hand and after a casual glance, his legs almost gave way, and he said in shock, “A recipe? How do you have these recipes?”

“Dragon and Phoenix Tender Emotions, Carp Leaping Over Dragon Gate, Golden Silk Fish Bones, Pearl Snow Fungus…”

Sweat was about to fall from Cao Jinhai’s forehead. His eyes were as wide as brass bells, quickly flipping through the cookbook, with the detailed methods for each dish written inside.

Lost for a hundred years, the recipes for famous dishes… appeared?

How could Bai Chuwei, a young girl, possess such recipes? Could it be that her family also comes from a lineage of chefs?

Oh no—what’s most freaking bizarre is, the ancestral dishes of the Cao Family that were lost, they’re recorded here too?

Where on earth did Bai Chuwei come from? She couldn’t possibly be an old ancestor of the Cao Family, could she?

Cao Jinhai clutched the cookbook tightly in his hands, sitting on the sofa, engrossed and muttering to himself, “So the Auspicious Brew I’ve never been able to figure out requires the preparation of fermented black beans first…”

It was like a martial arts enthusiast finding a secret combat manual, like Columbus discovering a new continent, Cao Jinhai felt completely ecstatic.

“So this is how Cao’s Drunken Dream Crystal Balls are made, the ones I made before were missing an important step…”

Genes, height, wild ginseng, none of that was worth mentioning in front of his culinary dream!

“Mr. Cao?” Bai Chuwei called out with meaningful intent.

Cao Jinhai was still immersed in the cookbook, unaware even when his wife nudged him.

In desperation, Zhao Simeng pushed Cao Jinhai to the ground, causing him to fall on his buttocks. Only then did Cao Jinhai suddenly come to his senses and stared blankly at Bai Chuwei.

Suddenly, Cao Jinhai leapt up, scaring Zhao Simeng and Cao Yushu with a start.

Cao Yushu was horrified, “Dad…?”

Clutching the cookbook to his chest, Cao Jinhai’s legs moved as if they were equipped with wheels of wind and fire. He dashed towards the decorative glass cabinet on the first floor and shouted, “Quick, take out all the Spiritual Medicine inside!”

The butler was startled, “Master, aren’t some of these for making medicinal meals?”

“Pah, are medicinal meals as important as this cookbook? Are those things I made even considered medicinal meals?” Cao Jinhai exclaimed, red-faced and with a thick neck, “The medicinal meals in this book are the real deal; what I made is pig feed!”

Seeing the servants frightened and motionless, Cao Jinhai gathered all the treasured Spiritual Medicine from his home and piled them up in front of Bai Chuwei, rapidly forming a small mountain.

“Bai classmate, oh no, Miss Bai, I’ll give you all these Spiritual Medicines. Even if my son doesn’t grow a single centimeter, even if he shrinks in height, I’ll give them all to you! Can I have the cookbook, please?”

Suddenly, Cao Jinhai felt utterly shameless for making such a request. His bronze face turned red with embarrassment, and after hesitating for a moment, he carefully ventured, “How about this, Miss Bai, I sell all my family’s properties and give you the money once I have it?”

In an instant, Cao Jinhai thought, Bai Chuwei’s visit to his house to give acupuncture for his son’s growth was a ruse—this cookbook was her real purpose!