Mystery Bride's Revenge (Selina)

Chapter 212

"It's about time" Selina crossed her arms as she watched over the simmering pot, carefully monitoring when the medicinal herbs and ingredients would reach their perfect harmony. As the rich aroma wafied through the air, she adjusted the heat and added a few supplementary herbs ti enhance the flavor.

Just then, Lance peered into the pot and recognized the dish. It was notoginseng chicken soup, a simple medicinal diet. With the right ingredients, anyone could follow a recipe and make it at home. However, there was something different about Selina's dish. Usually, notoginseng didn't have a strong, enticing aroma. Hence, Lance wondered what made Selina's medicinal diet different. "Selina, are you following the traditional method of preparation?"

"I've been doing some experimenting. I added a few extra medicinal herbs that promote blood circulation and detoxification. But to me, the most Important aspect of any dish, even a medicinal diet, is the favor. Even though medicinal diets are meant to nourish and heal the body, their taste cannot be overlooked. A delicious dish is more likely to stimulate the appetite and uplift the spirit. I believe food should always bring happiness" Selina believed delicious food could bring a good mood, something medicines could

Lance nodded thoughtfully, understanding the wisdom in Selina's words. Their conversation was being streamed live, sparking a lively discussion among viewers. Among the audience, one particular viewer was especially intrigued.

This sounds oddly familiar.. murmured an elderly man sitting in an opulently decorated study. His name was Lucas Turner, an honorary lifetime member of the Clusian Medicinal Diet Association. He had sampled countless medicinal diets and authored numerous books about delicacies, especially on medicinal diets, documenting his experiences and insights. He was watching the live stream because he was bored, and the app had Incessantly pushed notifications, piquing even his aged curiosity.

Lucas had once suffered from a severe stomach ailment, one that had resisted treatment from renowned doctors. He lost appetite and had grown increasingly frail, teetering on the brink of despair. Eventually, through a friend's connection, he found himself under the care of a mysterious medicinal diet expert, who gradually nursed him back to health,

expert diagnosed Lucas' condition as primarily a digestive issue, caused by his stomach ailment. No excessive medication was necessary other than the medicinal diet provided. What made the expert's dishes remarkable was that they didn't prioritize healing but rather flavor. For someone like Lucas, who had savored countless delicacies but was now plagued by a stomach disorder,

him remained tight-lipped about the person's true identity. Since then, finding a medicinal diet that could compare to that experience proved difficult. Consequently, he gradually stopped publishing books, content with living the simple life of a retiree. Yet, when Selina said. "The essence of medicinal diet lies in its flavor, one must not forget its roots, the phrase stirred a memory deep within Lucas He was sure the expert who helped him would likely say something similar. Lucas had originally intended

on the table, Lydia, already captivated by the aroma, found herself uncontrollably salivating, barely restraining herself from lunging at the dish and taking the entire pot for herself. A cloud of steam billowed out as the lid was lifted, carrying the rich scent of meat that filled the room. The fragrance was mingled

hesitant to share, she found it difficult to say no to Lance, who was a well-respected senior in the entertainment industry. As he looked at her with a pleading expression, almost as if he were on his knees, especially considering there was no animosity between them. Lydia

her brows, ultimately relenting, "All right... but just a

a bite, I

I promise! Lance agreed.

Hilcast. You had more than you promised yesterday, someone chimed

but I promise it

the enticing aroma, gathered at the doorway. Seeing Lance take

let alone turer. There wasn't much to begin with, so letting them taste the dish would be at her own expense. "Is it too late to change my mind?" "No! You can't change your mind now! Lance and the others were adamant

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