Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

We saw Old Master Su sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed out by Butler Qiao.

"Doctor, how is she?"

Su Wanqing immediately stepped forward, looking at Old Master Su with a nervous expression.

The old man appeared lucid; if it weren't for the weakness on his face, many would probably think he had fully recovered.

"The old man is in good condition and his health has stabilized, but post-treatment care is still important. He should avoid mental strain and getting angry. With proper care, he should gradually recover to normal within three months."

The doctor's voice also carried a hint of fatigue, suggesting that treating the old man had taken a lot of effort.

Su Wanqing's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. Her eyes reddened slightly, and she reached out to gently hold the old man's hand, her voice soft.

"Grandpa, you're finally awake. You must take good care of yourself from now on and never have to worry about anything again."

Grandpa Su patted the back of her hand, his eyes gentle, yet unable to conceal the sharpness in them.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the living room before finally settling on Gao Yang, who was covered in injuries, his tone full of gratitude.

"I've heard everything from my housekeeper, Xiao Gao. Thank you so much this time."

Gao Yang quickly stepped forward and scratched his head.

"You're too kind, sir. It's all I should do. I'm very happy to have been able to save you."

"Is that what we should do?"

Grandpa Su smiled, looking quite emotional.

"If it weren't for you risking your life to protect Wanqing and retrieve the ginseng and tiger blood, I would have lost my life long ago. The Su family will remember your kindness."

After saying that, he tried to stand up and bow to Gao Yang.

Gao Yang's expression changed, and he quickly pressed down on Old Master Su's shoulder.

"Grandpa, you're shortening my lifespan! I'm just a junior, how can I accept such a grand gesture from you!"

Su Wanqing chimed in.

"Grandpa, Gao Yang is right. He's just a junior, and besides, I'll need his company in the future. If you give him too much, it would be too formal."

Grandpa Su looked at the two of them smiling at each other, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, and nodded gently.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say. I'll remember this kindness. Just let me know if you need anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze suddenly turned to his second uncle and Su Zhaoyang and the others in the corner. His eyes instantly turned cold, and the gentleness he had shown earlier vanished without a trace. His tone was filled with an unquestionable authority.

"While I was in a coma, the house was quite lively."

The second uncle and the others froze, their faces turning deathly pale. They quickly stood up and tried to remain calm.

"Dad, it's good that you're awake. We were just worried about your health, so we've been staying here with you."

"Are you worried about me?"

Old Master Su sneered, his eyes like knives.

"Are you worried I won't wake up so you can take the opportunity to divide up the Su family's assets?"

One sentence struck at the heart of the matter, and the men trembled with fear, stammering and unable to speak, their faces turning pale and then red.

Su Zhaoyang was so frightened that he hid behind his second uncle, not daring to look the old man in the eye.

Lin Zheng stood aside and spoke at the opportune moment, his tone icy.

"Su Luming, you really have some good sons. When you were unconscious, these sons and grandsons of yours prevented Wanqing from saving you. Moreover, the incident where Gao Yang encountered assassins in Cangmang Mountain is probably also related to them."

Lin Zheng had no idea whether it mattered or not. Anyway, it was an old friend of his, so he could say whatever he wanted. Even if he said something wrong, it wouldn't matter, because someone would have to take the blame eventually.

"What?!"

Grandpa Su was so angry that he trembled all over, his chest heaving violently, and he pointed at the crowd, his voice hoarse.

"You've done nothing to me, but you actually hired assassins to kill Gao Yang and Su Wanqing! Is this how I've always taught you? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning for doing something like this?"

He was sitting in a wheelchair when he started coughing, which startled the doctor, who quickly helped him soothe the cough.

"Alright, I'll investigate this matter thoroughly. I'll leave you all alone for now, but if I find out who's involved, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The members of the Su family looked ashen-faced, knowing they couldn't escape this situation, and slunk back to their rooms.

The doctor carefully helped the old man steady himself, patted his chest to catch his breath, and whispered some instructions.

"Sir, please don't get agitated. Your blood and qi have just stabilized; if you get excited, they will fluctuate again. It's not advisable to talk for long. You should go back to your room and rest immediately."

The old man nodded, looking at Su Wanqing and Gao Yang with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"You two, take good care of yourselves, and take good care of each other."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and Butler Qi pushed him slowly towards the bedroom.

The doctor followed closely behind to arrange subsequent medication and recuperation.

The living room finally fell completely quiet.

Gao Yang finally relaxed completely, and then everything went black as he lay back down.

In his last moments of consciousness, he only felt that he had fallen onto something soft.

"Gao Yang!"

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"Gao Yang, why are you staring at this news? The woman in it was quite pretty, it's a shame she jumped off a building."

"Gao Yang, how's your house doing? There are reports that your area is slated for demolition, and the compensation is quite substantial."

"Gao Yang, hurry up and finish these tasks today, or we'll have to work overtime."

Scenes from the past replayed in Gao Yang's mind, noisy and cold, as if he were in the deep sea, completely cut off from the outside world.

"Where am I?"

Gao Yang silently watched the past unfold before his eyes, from a debt-ridden young man who had been cheated on to a top chef. Everything from the past came flooding back into his mind.

I've experienced it once before, and I didn't feel it was bitter at the time, but why did tears involuntarily flow down my face?

He saw that in his past life, the lover he had treated with all his heart turned around and took away his only savings, leaving him with a mountain of debt.

The debt collection calls kept coming day and night. He hid in his cramped rented room, not daring to turn on the lights, eating the cheapest instant noodles, watching the traffic outside the window, feeling like a superfluous person.

To pay off his debts, he plunged into the kitchen, starting as a vegetable washer. Day after day, he was immersed in grease and grime, cutting his fingers until they were covered in wounds while chopping vegetables, and stir-frying until his arms ached and went numb. He was scolded by the head chef and harassed by customers. He worked countless all-nighters before gradually accumulating enough experience and finally became a well-known chef.

Even after finally making it through the tough times, I'm still all alone.

The demolition compensation that others casually mentioned was nothing but a mirage. The house was gone, seized by thugs, and they didn't give him a single penny.

These little things are like thorns, piercing his entire past life.

He thought he had become numb and that he had endured all the suffering, but looking back now, he realized that the grievances and loneliness etched into his bones had never truly disappeared.

Tears silently slid down my cheeks, splashing into the void of memories, spreading a bittersweet ache.

He lived for so long in his previous life, but he was never truly cherished, never experienced being loved and cared for, and never had a home of his own.

"This is so boring."

He says

Immediately afterwards, a sound came, like a golden light tearing through the dark clouds, shooting straight towards the seabed and enveloping his entire body.

"Gao Yang, you're awake."

A clear, crisp female voice rang out.