The Divine Doctor and Stay-at-home Dad

Sensing Lin Momo’s confusion, Qin Haodong filled two more bowls of porridge and placed them in front of Lin Zhiyuan and Lin Momo respectively. “Here, try it.”

Lin Momo first picked up the spoon and ate it in a ladylike way. Then she scooped up the porridge as quickly as the little girl did, as if she were competing with others. At this time, she was not at all an ice beauty.

Looking at the two beauties acted like two foodies, Lin Zhiyuan could not help feeling contempt for them. “We are a wealthy family, and we have eaten all kinds of delicious food. It’s just a bowl of porridge. How could you behave like this?”

As he thought, he also took the spoon. When the first bite of porridge into his mouth, his eyes widened suddenly and he began to devour. Soon his porridge was finished.

“Oh, my god. This tastes so good! I’ve never had porridge so good before,” Lin Zhiyuan exclaimed. “Doctor Qin, you’re a great cook. Can I have another bowl of porridge?”

Qin Haodong smiled and filled Lin Zhiyuan’s bowl. Meanwhile, Lin Momo also ate up her porridge. Though her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, she still handed the bowl to Qin Haodong.

Qin Haodong also filled her bowl with porridge. At this time, the little girl became anxious. “Leave some porridge for me! Leave some porridge for me! Doctor Magic, leave some porridge for me… ” she slurred as she ate.

Qin Haodong dotingly patted her little head and said, “Don’t worry. There is more!”

“Doctor Qin, can I have a taste?”

Qin Haodong looked over his shoulder. It was Zhang Dafu, the chef.

Zhang Dafu was full of curiosity. He had never seen the Lins eat with complete disregard for their images. If it wasn’t for Lin Zhiyuan being a billionaire, he’d really think he was Qin Haodong’s capper. “It’s just a bowl of eight-treasure rice porridge. Aren’t you too exaggerated?” he wondered.

At the same time, he was curious to have a taste of Qin Haodong’s porridge.

“Okay, welcome to give advice!”

Qin Haodong said and gave Zhang Dafu a bowl of porridge.

Zhang Dafu put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth and immediately felt a strong aroma hitting his taste buds, a thousand times stronger than what he had just smelled.

“This is the delicate fragrance of dried longan, this is the rich fragrance of dates, this is the sweet coix seed… ”

He chewed slowly, enjoying the satisfaction the eight-treasure porridge brought to his taste buds. At this time he finally understood why the Lins were so obsessed with this porridge. The eight-treasure rice porridge cooked by Qin Haodong was awesome.

Unconsciously, Zhang Dafu felt hot tears on his cheeks. Yes, he did burst into tears, because of the palatable porridge.

Lin Zhiyuan glanced at Zhang Dafu with renewed disdain. “You’re a chef. How can you cry over a bowl of delicious porridge? What a shame!”

Thought with this in mind, his hand did not rest. Soon he brought the empty bowl back to Qin Haodong.

Zhang Dafu quickly finished his porridge, too. Although he wanted to have another bowl of porridge, as a cook, he could not fight over the food with the host, so he could only reluctantly put the bowl on the table.

He had no idea how Qin Haodong could make such toothsome eight-treasure rice porridge. He watched the whole cooking process and did not see him use any special techniques.

Pressing down on his doubts, he said to Qin Haodong, “Doctor Qin, I’ve eaten all kinds of delicacies in my life, but I’ve never tasted such tasty porridge before. I’m impressed with your cooking. I apologize for what I said.”

He was now convinced by Qin Haodong’s cooking. Just now he claimed that Qin Haodong’s cooking was not as good as his. Now he knew he was too confident in his own cooking.

Zhang Dafu then bowed apologetically to Qin Haodong and continued, “Doctor Qin, I think you are more talented in cooking. If you want, I can recommend you to the capital right now. With your skills, you will definitely become a top chef of China, even an imperial chef.”

After that, he looked at Qin Haodong longingly. But Qin Haodong just smiled. How could he, the Emperor Green Wood, possibly be a cook? Only his relatives were entitled to his food.

“Thank you, chef Zhang, but I prefer to be a doctor.”

“But… Doctor Qin, please reconsider it. It’s really a pity not to be a chef with your talent… ” Zhang Dafu continued with persuasion.

“There’s no need to think about it. I just made Tang Tang something to eat. I’m not interested in being a cook.”