Siheyuan, Kaiju replaced He Yuzhu as the chef

Lu Qing didn't know that Song Xicheng had put a lot of effort into his work. At this moment, he was fully devoted to preparing lunch and enjoying the fun of cooking.

Aunt Zhang stood by, watching him cook one dish after another, smelling the rich aroma, and a smile of approval appeared on her face.

She never thought that Lu Qing, at such a young age, had such excellent cooking skills.

The taste and craftsmanship of those dishes were totally different from what a young man could make. It was obvious that he had an extraordinary talent in this area.

When the last dish was just ready, Aunt Zhang suddenly came in and said, "Xiao Lu, it's almost done. The master said there's no need to cook anymore. Hurry over."

Lu Qing stopped what he was doing and asked with a hint of doubt: "Is it enough to make two dishes?"

Aunt Zhang smiled and nodded: "That's enough, the master said it's okay, he has something to tell you."

"Do you have something to say?" Lu Qing was slightly stunned, but soon realized that Song Xicheng might have something to ask, so he took off his apron and prepared to go out to meet him.

As he walked out of the kitchen, he happened to pass through the garden and ran into a young girl in a business suit.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with a capable demeanor, hurried steps, and a somewhat anxious look on his face.

She slowed down her pace a little when she saw Lu Qing, and there was a hint of inquiry in her eyes.

Lu Qing nodded to her and walked straight to the restaurant. The girl was Song Xicheng's granddaughter, Song Qian.

After taking her grandfather for a check-up in the morning, Victoria Song has been worried about his health.

She not only consulted several medical experts, but also consulted a lot of relevant information.

The more she researched, the more upset she became; there didn't seem to be a clear answer to the question.

Only then did she remember that her grandfather had invited a man named Lu Qing to cook today. She felt wary that a simple chef could gain her grandfather's trust.

Lu Qing walked into the restaurant and found the three elders already sitting there.

Seeing him, several people looked up. Song Xicheng smiled warmly and said, "Lu Qing, come here, let me introduce you."

Then, Song Xicheng introduced the two friends in front of him to Lu Qing and also introduced Lu Qing's identity to them.

Cao Youquan smiled and asked, "I heard that your father was a martyr?"

Lu Qing nodded and said, "Yes."

"Then why haven't you been assigned any work?" Cao Youquan asked with some confusion.

When Song Xicheng heard this, he frowned, obviously he also felt strange.

Logically, the children of martyrs should receive certain preferential treatment, so how come they don’t have formal job arrangements?

Lu Qing smiled bitterly and replied, "I have arranged for it to happen. I will go to work at the police station."

"Then why didn't you go? That's a good position." Cao Youquan was a little confused.

Lu Qing shrugged lightly and explained, "I was still young at the time, and my mother was worried that I would not go if I had to do such a dangerous job after just losing my father, so she didn't let me go."

Cao Youquan instantly understood the worried motherly love and nodded slightly to show his understanding.

After listening to Lu Qing's answer, Xu Shichang continued to ask: "Since that job is not suitable, you can apply for other positions through the street office?"

Lu Qing shook his head slightly and said, "At that time, we were the only orphans and widows left at home. The uncles in the courtyard were arranging jobs for other families, so they came to us and persuaded us to give up the quota. They said they would find a master for me to learn a craft, and I would make a living from this skill in the future."

"So you learned cooking later?" Xu Shichang narrowed his eyes slightly, with doubt in his tone.

"Yes." Lu Qing nodded. He could sense Xu Shichang's suspicion and he also knew that the experiences he had described were somewhat inconsistent with the character he was currently displaying. Such caution was not difficult to detect.

Victoria Song, who was standing at the door, finally couldn't help but come out and said bluntly: "You are obviously a chef, how can you know medicine? How did you know about my grandfather's physical condition?"

Song Qian's tone was blunt and her questioning was evident in her words.

Song Xicheng frowned in dissatisfaction and said in a deep voice: "Xixi, don't be so rude. Be polite to the guests."

"Grandpa, I'm just worried about your health and want to find out how he knew about your physical problem." Song Qian did not give in and looked directly at Lu Qing.

Cao Youquan heard what Song Qian said and nodded in agreement: "Indeed, since you are a chef, how do you know medicine?"

Lu Qing looked at Song Xicheng and realized that he might have told these friends about how he saved him.

Then he turned to Xu Shichang and clearly felt that the other party was becoming more and more suspicious.

He said calmly: "I found out by taking your pulse."

"Taking the pulse? You also know how to take the pulse?" Song Qian frowned, obviously not believing it.

Lu Qing chuckled and asked, "Who said that chefs can't learn some medical skills? Or do you have a prejudice against the profession of chef?"

Song Qian shook her head, her tone still firm: "No, I don't believe you can tell the disease by feeling the pulse."

"Oh? Why don't you let me take your pulse and see?" Lu Qing smiled, with a hint of challenge in his tone.

Song Qian hesitated for a moment. Although she was reluctant, the doubts in her heart made her finally nod: "Okay, then you come and take a look."

She had just had a physical examination and found some minor problems with her body, but she felt that Lu Qing could not tell by feeling her pulse.

She was full of doubts about Lu Qing's abilities.

Lu Qing could see what she was thinking from her expression, but he didn't care.

He is now confident in his medical skills, and he can handle it no matter how skeptical the other party is.

He reached out and gently placed his hand on Song Qian's wrist. After a moment, Song Qian's pulse was clearly transmitted to his mind.

She was in good condition for the most part, but soon, Lu Qing frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and said calmly, "You have diabetes, right?"

Song Qian widened her eyes and looked at Lu Qing in shock, her heart filled with disbelief.

He could actually tell her physical condition!