The strongest chef in the three worlds

Chapter 623
After hanging up Qin Que's phone call, Chen Yan hurried home.

Qin Que told him on the phone that the fortune-teller who told them fortunes at the Ksitigarbha Dharma King Temple Fair was about to die and wanted to see him for the last time.

Now, Qin Que has brought the fortune teller to Ningchuan by helicopter.

Chen Yan was also shocked when he heard the news.

The fortune teller was always good before, how long has it been, and it is about to die?
Later, after asking Qin Que, he found out that it was Song Liyue who accidentally told Shen Luoyu about the magic of fortune telling. Shen Luoyu told Qin Que about it. Qin Que wanted to find Lan'er, so he went to find her. That fortune teller tells fortunes.

The fortune teller was punished by God for leaking the secret, and now he doesn't have much time left.

Knowing this result, Chen Yan couldn't help feeling a little angry.

But after calming down a little, he figured it out again.

This matter cannot be blamed on Qin Que, nor on Shen Luoyu and Song Liyue.

That fortune teller is a fortune teller, and there are some things that he should be able to calculate by himself.

Moreover, this fortune teller clearly knew that divulging the sky would be punished by the heavens, but he still told Qin Que's fortune. In the end, he could not blame anyone but himself for such a result.

As soon as I got home, I saw Song Liyue walking around in the yard without a master. I was afraid that Chen Yan would get angry at himself.

However, the worry of sinking fish is unnecessary.

Chen Yan didn't get angry at her, but asked her solemnly, "How long will Qin Que and the others arrive?"

Seeing that Chen Yan didn't get angry at him, Shen Luoyu breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "I contacted you just now, and I'll be there in 10 to [-] minutes at most."

"I don't know if the fortune teller can last until then."

Chen Yan sighed faintly, and walked quickly to Song Liyue, wanting to say something, but after opening his mouth for a long time, he couldn't say anything. In the end, he just gently took Song Liyue's hand, and squeezed her little cold hand tightly. Hold it tightly in your palm.

Song Liyue looked at Chen Yan in a panic, and asked guiltily, "Did I... did I harm him?"

"Don't think about it." Chen Yan shook his head, and said in relief: "The fortune teller knows that he will be punished by God if he reveals too many secrets, but he still wants to tell the fortune for Qin Que and the others. This is his own choice. Even if you don't take that The news from the fortune teller told Shen Luoyu that Qin Que would also know about the fortune teller from other places."

Chen Yan understood why Song Liyue felt guilty.

To some extent, the fortune teller was also a matchmaker between himself and Song Liyue.

It was after that fortune-telling that the old lady of the Song family and Song Zhengming began to change their attitudes towards themselves.

Now, she told Shen Luoyu about the fortune-teller, and Shen Luoyu told Qin Que, which finally caused the fortune-teller to be condemned by God for leaking the secret. How could she not feel guilty?
Hearing Chen Yan's comfort, Song Liyue's face looked a little better.

After a while, Song Liyue grabbed Chen Yan's hand nervously again, "If... If you can revive him with medicinal diet, you must revive him!"

"Well, don't worry!"

Chen Yan nodded slightly, "Even if it's a stranger, if I can save it, I will definitely save it! You go to rest first, don't think about it, I'll go get the medicinal food now, and try to make him eat it when he arrives."

With that said, Chen Yan let go of Song Liyue's hand and hurried to the kitchen.

Although he comforted Song Liyue with his words, Chen Yan didn't have any confidence in his heart.

The fortune-teller leaked the secrets and didn't know how many things, and now he is condemned by the heavens, and his life has come to an end. I'm afraid it can't be saved by medicinal diet.

Moreover, he doesn't know the specific situation of the fortune teller now. Even if he is making medicinal diet, he only uses medicinal materials such as ginseng as medicine to make some medicinal diet for life extension.

Whether he can help the fortune teller, he has no idea.

However, even if he had no idea, he still wanted to give it a try.

The so-called do one's best to obey the fate, probably is the case.

After more than 20 minutes, Chen Yan's medicinal meal was almost ready, and the sound of a helicopter was heard outside.

Chen Yan didn't rush out immediately, but seized the last moment to prepare the medicinal meal.

Two minutes later, Chen Yan walked out of the kitchen with a steaming medicinal meal. At this moment, the fortune teller had already been carried into the house, and he was lying powerlessly on the sofa.

Looking at the current appearance of the fortune teller, Chen Yan couldn't help but jump in his heart, and goosebumps kept popping out of his body.

If he didn't know the identity of the fortune teller in advance, he might not be able to recognize the fortune teller.

I saw that the fortune teller's face was covered with abscesses, and the entire cheek was no longer humanoid. The pus mixed with blood slowly leaked out, making the fortune teller look extremely ferocious.

Song Liyue next to her was already terrified by the fortune teller's appearance, she stood there at a loss, not knowing what to say, nor how she could help.

"Is... is it Daxian?"

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the fortune teller hurriedly asked out of breath.

Although he was born without eyes, his hearing is very sensitive.

He wanted to support his body and sit up, but he couldn't do it at all.

"It's me!" Chen Yan replied, and then said to Qin Que next to him: "Help him up first, no matter what, let's eat this medicinal food first!"

"it is good!"

Qin Que quickly squatted down and carefully helped the fortune teller up.

"Daxian, no need..."

The fortune-teller forced a smile on Chen Yan, and said intermittently: "Old man... leaked the heavenly secret...too many, knowing that the end is approaching, so I dare not bother you... Great Immortal, old man..."

"Don't talk!" Chen Yan stopped the fortune teller, and said in a deep voice, "I may not be able to save you, but eating this medicinal diet will at least make you live a little longer. Even if you are going to die, at least it will not be so bad Painful! Well, hurry up and open your mouth!"

The fortune teller wanted to say more, but Chen Yan suddenly raised his voice and said sharply, "Don't talk yet!"

With his words, the fortune teller stopped talking and opened his mouth obediently.

Chen Yan didn't delay, quickly scooped up a spoonful of medicinal food to cool it down, and quickly put the medicinal food into the fortune teller's mouth.

As time passed by, the amount of medicinal food in the bowl became less and less.

After eating some medicinal food, the fortune-teller's mental state improved significantly, and even the speed of pus and blood from the pus on his face slowed down a lot.

Soon, a small bowl of medicinal food fell into the fortune teller's stomach.

The fortune teller's mental state improved significantly, and he was able to sit up even without Qin Que's support.

"All right."

Chen Yan put the empty bowl in his hand aside, and then asked the fortune teller, "You came to see me, what's the matter? If I can help, just tell me, I will do my best."

(End of this chapter)