Chapter 231

Chapter 231 - Real Medicinal Cuisine

Upon hearing the words, Jiang Hao felt a twinge of sorrow.

The universal plight of parents tugged at his heart.

He also felt a sense of helplessness towards the distorted state of society today.

Taking the wild ginseng from Uncle An's hands, Jiang Hao's mind flashed to his Third Grade God Chef skill—this wild ginseng was exactly the kind of special spiritual herb he could use!

He turned to Jiang An and began,

“Uncle An, the market price for fifty-year-old wild ginseng fluctuates between 300,000 to 500,000 yuan.”

“The better the quality, the higher the price.”

“This one should be worth around 400,000 yuan.”

“But in a typical private sale, you won't get that much. Plus, it's not secure.”

“Here's what I propose: if you're set on selling this ginseng, I'm willing to buy it for 500,000 yuan.”

“The extra amount can be my wedding gift to Brother Pingan!”

Jiang Hao declared his offer.

Jiang An's excitement was palpable.

“That's wonderful! Now I can finally buy a suite for Pingan's wedding!”

“But Hao Hao, 500,000 is too much. 400,000 is enough.”

“Fourth Aunt, my brother's cooking is incredibly delicious, though he's a bit lazy and seldom cooks. Today's a rare opportunity, so let's eagerly await his meal!”

Fourth Aunt wore an expression of astonishment as Jiang Zixuan pulled her along.

Jiang Hao caught the hint of grievance in Jiang Zixuan's voice and shot her a stern look.

“You glutton, you've eaten so much of my food and you're still complaining!”

“Watch it, or you might not get any today!”

Frightened by Jiang Hao's threat, Jiang Zixuan quickly put on her most adorable face and pleaded for mercy.

“Big brother, look at me, your sister is so adorable. You wouldn't really let me go hungry, would you?”

Jiang Hao rolled his eyes, shooed Jiang Zixuan away, and got down to business.

He tied on his apron, organized the ingredients, paying special attention to the wild ginseng and a selection of medicinal herbs.

He lit the stove, added oil, and tossed in the ingredients for a quick stir-fry. Then, he transferred everything into a clay pot for a slow, steady simmer.

His movements were graceful, almost artistic, as if he were performing a dance. Jiang Hao was in his element, a true God Chef at work.

Soon, a unique aroma wafted through the air, drifting for miles around.

In no time at all, the scent permeated the atmosphere of Jiang Village, causing a commotion among the dogs and drawing curious circles from overhead birds.

Neighbors exclaimed in wonder.

“What is this mouthwatering smell?”

“Whose kitchen is conjuring up such a feast?”