Room Seven, in the kitchen.
"Lao Jiang, I know the food you make is delicious, but I never imagined even anorexia patients couldn't resist your culinary creations!"
Hu Zhihai sat in front of the kitchen counter, sipping a large bowl of yam and lean meat millet porridge with excitement on his face as he spoke,
"Let's not talk about making money. Just being able to save anorexia patients and their families is an invaluable deed!"
"Come on, enough with the invaluable deed talk..."
Jiang Yu glanced at him, pursed his lips, and said,
"To be honest, it's not just one person who suffers from anorexia; it's the entire family that suffers.
I'm just using what I have. If the food I make has such miraculous effects, then of course, if I can save someone, I will."
