Chapter 227: Chapter 227

Grandma Jing was startled by the crowd around her, only to realize later that she had fainted. She felt rather embarrassed. "I was just chatting with the young man, and as we talked, I felt a tightness in my chest and couldn’t catch my breath. I don’t know what happened after that."

"Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere now?" asked the old traditional Chinese doctor.

Grandma Jing shook her head. "I feel strong all over, quite well, actually. It’s just that recently, I’ve often felt dizzy and groggy, but now it’s all gone."

"That’s good to hear. I’ve measured your blood pressure, and it’s back to normal. Don’t take medicine randomly next time."

Grandma Jing was somewhat puzzled, but upon seeing her granddaughter vigorously blinking at her, she eventually caught on. She had actually been suspicious before; during the times she forgot to take her medicine, everything seemed normal. But lately, she’d been taking her medicine daily and felt worse for it. The more uncomfortable she felt, the more diligently she took it. The older generation didn’t have measuring devices in their homes; the decision to take medicine was based solely on how one felt.

The family was very grateful to the two doctors. Mr. Jing felt particularly remorseful about having wronged Lin Yi. "I’m sorry, young man. I misunderstood you earlier. You were right about everything; we just don’t know much about medicine and didn’t want to gamble with an old person’s life."

Lin Yi smiled openly, his voice carrying an aged rasp. "Thankfully, it wasn’t anything serious, and it could wait. Now that everything’s fine, I’ll be going."

Grandma Jing waved at Lin Yi.

"Lin Yi, I’ll treat you next time. Thanks for the trouble this time."

"Oh, please don’t say that," Lin Yi replied.

Jing Shu frowned. Lin Yi always gave her a sense of premature weariness; she wondered if it was just her imagination. It was like the soul of a sixty or seventy-year-old was inhabiting a twenty-year-old’s body. Just as she, an "old auntie" in her thirties and someone who had experienced much, could never truly emulate the liveliness of a twenty-year-old—though thankfully the age difference wasn’t that vast for her—Lin Yi seemed as if he had transmigrated into the wrong person.

"Grandma, how did you meet this person? And how did you two hit it off so well?" Jing Shu asked.

There’s a saying: three years make a generation gap, ten years a deep pit. These two were decades apart, from entirely different eras. What could they possibly have to chat so animatedly about? Chapters first released on novel✦fire.net

"Don’t let Lin Yi’s youth fool you; he knows a lot. He knows many things about our life in the Northwest cave dwellings. I have nothing to do all day, so I chat with him, and it makes me feel younger. Back then, during the famine years, we lived in those caves—so different from nowadays.

"Ah, speaking of which, that kid is quite pitiable. The first time I saw him, he was trapped under an apartment building’s entrance door. I only realized I was stepping on someone as I walked over him.

"The second time I saw him, he got stuck in a drain while walking. I asked him then if he needed help, but he refused.

"The third time, a pile of trash thrown from upstairs hit him on the head, causing it to bleed profusely. That’s when I bandaged him up, and that’s how we got to know each other."

Jing Shu raised an eyebrow. Could it be that besides extraordinarily lucky people like Su Malie, there are also people like Lin Yi with absolutely terrible luck? But how could someone with such bad luck obtain dual certifications? He sounded quite impressive.

Regardless, Grandma Jing was fine; it was all a false alarm. The Western-style doctors also took their leave, and Mr. Jing personally saw them out.

Jing Shu then considered seriously investigating this person. She suspected Lin Yi might be deliberately getting close to her grandma, especially if he was that ’Zero’... then it would be very possible.

But Jing Shu thought she might be overthinking it. If there was anyone she was forcibly connected to, it should be Code 08, especially since she had destroyed his entire Zhetian organization. As for any codenamed individuals ranked higher than Zero Eight, honestly, Jing Shu had asked Wang Dazhao to inquire for so long without getting any news; she likely had no connection with them.

As for news about Zero, Jing Shu remembered that in her previous life, Zero had died a few years into the apocalypse. Only then had his deeds become widely publicized. Apparently, the one who had incited all of Huaxia back then was actually such a young man? If not for that, Jing Shu wouldn’t have even known that the half-year of inhumane events had been deliberately orchestrated by someone. So, as a minor figure like herself, the renowned Zero probably wouldn’t know her, right?

Besides, taking a huge step back, didn’t all those with the ’Zero’ codename go to the United States?

Jing Shu felt her thoughts were in a jumble. Seeing that the old traditional Chinese doctor was also about to leave, the family stood up to see him off.

"Jing Shu, I need to ask you for a favor," the old traditional Chinese doctor finally said as he reached the doorway.

Jing Shu nodded. "What is it? Please, tell me."

"Mr. Qian wants you to make a dish using milk that retains its rich nutritional value, but doesn’t taste like milk and isn’t obviously milk-based food," the old doctor said, looking somewhat awkward.

Jing Shu raised her eyebrows. Is the landlord’s foolish son still not well?

"Um, how is Qian Shengqian’s condition?" Qian Duoduo hasn’t reached out to me in a long time, she thought.

"Originally, his condition improved after eating the ice cream you made. But for some reason, after finishing it, any other food containing milk now causes him to vomit. So, Mr. Qian hasn’t dared to give him any more ice cream recently."

"Does that mean his condition has worsened?" Jing Shu frowned. Could her ice cream have been too potent?

"Not quite, not quite."

Seeing that the old traditional Chinese doctor wouldn’t elaborate, Jing Shu didn’t press further. She just said, "Then please wait here for a moment. I’ll go make something right now."

Half an hour later, Jing Shu returned carrying an insulated food container. "Regardless of whether it’s effective, please return the container after use." We don’t have many sets left at home, and we’ll need them for the future relocation, she thought.

The old traditional Chinese doctor, stroking his beard, opened the food container and peeked inside. He saw golden, glistening pieces that looked like fried chicken and emitted a rich, sweet aroma.

"Fried fresh milk," she replied.

The old doctor: "???"

After Jing Shu gave an explanation, the old traditional Chinese doctor tried a piece, and his eyes lit up. The dish was golden on the outside and pristine white on the inside; its outer layer was crispy, while the filling was soft and tender. The crispy crust enveloped a rich, creamy milk filling, truly living up to the saying:

"Dipped in egg wash, sprinkled with breadcrumbs, and fried until golden brown on both sides—it’ll make the neighbor’s kids cry with longing."

The key was that one couldn’t taste the milk at all. Instead, it had a rich, sweet fragrance reminiscent of banana and pineapple, and it was smooth, tender, and refreshing to chew.

Satisfied, the old traditional Chinese doctor left with the fried fresh milk. Watching him depart in a private plane, Jing Shu figured that this visit from the old doctor must have been authorized by Qian Duoduo.

In that case, by making this dish, they were now even.

Upon hearing that Grandma Jing had fainted, both the elder aunt and the second aunt had called. After learning that Grandma Jing was fine, the elder aunt then mentioned that she wanted to hold a wedding for her son and daughter-in-law, inviting the whole family to attend.