The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

The humming of the Nine Dragon Cauldron gradually subsided.

The wind blew through the backyard, carrying away the last trace of the chilling atmosphere, as well as the terrifying murderous aura emanating from Chu Chen.

He stood there, his tense little face relaxing, and he became the five-year-old child again.

He rubbed his stomach.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry."

Lin Jianguo was still reeling from the shock of the words "I've scattered your ashes" and didn't come to his senses for a long time.

What kind of monster is this kid?

"Huh? Oh, I'm hungry." Lin Jianguo jumped up and quickly replied, "Come on, Grandpa will make you braised pork, three big bowls!"

Chu Chen shook his head, then pulled Lin Jianguo's sleeve and led him into the house.

"I'm not eating meat, I'll have porridge tonight."

His spiritual energy is currently quite depleted, and he needs some light spiritual food to nourish it.

Looking at his grandson's innocent face that had returned to its original state, Lin Jianguo felt a mix of emotions.

He knew that the one who had just threatened to grind someone to dust and the one who was now clamoring for porridge were both his grandsons.

This feeling is so disconcerting.

……

As evening fell, a strange aroma wafted from the kitchen of Qianlong Residence.

It wasn't the aroma of food; it was more like a blend of earthy fragrance and the fresh scent of grass and trees.

In the backyard, the labor reform brigade was finishing up work.

Yan Zhengqing threw the axe, which was older than him, on the ground and sat down heavily on the wooden stump, feeling as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

His arms were sore and numb, and he couldn't lift them at all.

My waist felt like it was about to break.

He's a government official who makes a living by writing and using his brain; when has he ever suffered like this?

"Dinner's ready!"

Zhou Tian came running over from the kitchen carrying a large wooden bucket, his voice booming.

A group of "labor reform prisoners" dressed in coarse work clothes, whether they were former masters or international spies, all seemed to have heard the bugle call to charge. They dropped their tools and swarmed forward, skillfully lining up.

"What are we having for dinner today, Captain?"

"Smells like this, could it be some kind of divine vegetable?"

"Forget it, the 'immortal dish' is for VIPs. We'll be lucky to get some vegetable soup."

Yan Zhengqing gave a cold snort and turned his head to the side.

He won't eat.

As the head of the cultural relics inspection team, even if he were to die from exhaustion or starvation, he would never eat anything made by these pretentious people.

This is a matter of principle.

"Hey, newbie, aren't you going to eat?"

Zhao Wuji held a large bowl filled with something golden yellow and steaming hot.

He squatted down next to Yan Zhengqing, scooped up a large mouthful with a spoon, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.

"Mmm...smells good! It smells fucking good!"

As Zhao Wuji chewed, he mumbled, "The food is good today; it's spirit-infused sweet potatoes."

"Captain Zhou said that these were grown using the consultant's exclusive fertilizer, and that eating one is equivalent to half a month of meditation and kung fu practice."

Yan Zhengqing didn't even lift his eyelids.

fertilizer?

Isn't it just that little bastard Chu Chen's bathwater and pill residue?

He saw it all afternoon.

Nausea.

"Old Zhao, don't waste your breath on him."

On the other side, Elder Zhao Tiansha also came over with a bowl in his hand; half of the sweet potato in his bowl had already been eaten.

"They are cultured people who believe in science and look down on our feudal superstitions."

After finishing the last bite, Zhao Tiansha let out a satisfied burp, his face glowing red.

"Ah, that feels good! It feels like that bottleneck that's been holding me back for three years is finally loosening up."

Yan Zhengqing's ears twitched.

He glanced at it furtively.

Zhao Tiansha looked radiant, a stark contrast to his dejected state when he first arrived.

"Gurgle..."

Yan Zhengqing's stomach let out a disapproving growl.

He hadn't eaten all day, only drunk water, and had done such heavy physical labor in the afternoon; he was starving by now.

That fragrant and sweet aroma, like a hook, kept trying to get into his nose.

"Uncle Yan, aren't you hungry?"

Chu Chen walked over at some point, holding a large, golden-brown, oily sweet potato in his hands.

The sweet potato was broken in half, revealing its golden flesh inside. Sweet nectar dripped down the cracks, making one's mouth water.

Chu Chen held up the half-eaten sweet potato in his hand and waved it in front of Yan Zhengqing.

"Look, this sweet potato gathers the essence of heaven and earth and contains the energy of the universe."

He said in a mystical tone, "It's unscientific, very idealistic, and full of feudal dross."

"Uncle Yan, you're a man of integrity and a staunch defender of materialism. You surely wouldn't stoop to eating something like this, would you?"

As Chu Chen spoke, he opened his mouth, making a move to bite down.

Yan Zhengqing's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He looked at the sweet potato in Chu Chen's hand, then at Zhao Wuji and Zhao Tiansha who were eating with their mouths full of oil, and struggled internally.

To eat, or not to eat?

Eating it is tantamount to admitting defeat and that everything you insisted on before was a joke.

I won't eat...

"Gurgle gurgle..."

My stomach started growling even louder.

That aroma was absolutely irresistible.

"Hey, if you're not going to eat it, I will."

Seeing Yan Zhengqing's conflicted expression, Chu Chen suppressed a laugh and took a big bite.

"Mmm! So sweet!"

He chewed it with a crunchy sound, deliberately making a loud noise.

"Uncle Yan, if you change your mind and beg me now, I might be able to give you a small bite."

Yan Zhengqing's face turned a deep purplish-red.

Looking at Chu Chen's smug little face, the string of "reason" in his mind snapped with a "snap".

Screw principles!

Screw science!

I'm starving!

Yan Zhengqing suddenly reached out and snatched the remaining half of the sweet potato from Chu Chen's hand.

He didn't even have time to blow on it before stuffing it into his mouth.

"Hey! You..."

Before Chu Chen could finish speaking, Yan Zhengqing had already wolfed down the entire half of the sweet potato, which was so hot that he was panting and tears were almost streaming down his face, but he just couldn't bear to spit it out.

A warm current slid down my throat and into my stomach.

Immediately afterwards, the warm current spread out with a roar, turning into countless waves of heat that surged into every part of the body.

My sore arm doesn't hurt anymore.

My back, which felt like it was about to break, no longer aches.

The most amazing thing was that his old leg, which was always cold and painful on rainy days, was now warm and cozy, like he was soaking in a hot spring, which felt incredibly comfortable.

It felt like my whole being had been cleansed, inside and out.

That inexhaustible energy is back!

Even more than when he joined the army at the age of twenty!

Yan Zhengqing stood there, stunned, with half a mouthful of sweet potato still in his mouth, completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at his hands, then felt the warmth of his leg.

This...this doesn't make sense!

"Snap!"

A flash went off.

Chu Chen pulled out a Polaroid camera from somewhere and took a picture of Yan Zhengqing's dumbfounded expression, with a sweet potato stuffed in his mouth.

The photographic paper slowly emerged.

Chu Chen shook the photo, and once the image was clear, he held it up to Yan Zhengqing with satisfaction.

"Uncle Yan, give me a smile."

He pointed to Yan Zhengqing's comical appearance in the photo and laughed like a little fox who had just stolen some fish.

"See, this is what they call the 'law of true fragrance'."

Chu Chen put the photo into his pocket and patted the sweet potato residue off his hands.

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you."

He tilted his little face up and said in a serious tone, "In our labor reform brigade, we need labor coupons to eat."

"The sweet potato you're eating today is a special product, so it's quite expensive."

"Remember to chop an extra two hundred catties of firewood tomorrow, consider it payment for your meal."

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back, hummed a song, and strolled away.

Only Yan Zhengqing was left, holding the leftover sweet potato peels in his hand, looking disheveled in the evening breeze.