The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife
Chapter 163: Medicine and Food Have the Same Origin

Chapter 163: 163: Medicine and Food Have the Same Origin

Zhan Jingwen was quite helpless: "I’ve handed it over. Miss Mu has some matters to attend to recently and is quite busy. She said she’d reschedule a time to meet with you later."

The waiting lasted until the time when Zhan Jingshu’s body "recovered" (meaning it appeared to be fully recovered, but actually his Innate Spiritual Energy was sealed by the Gathering Spirit Bead). Zhan Zhengxiao and Fu Chunxue wanted to thank Mu Qiuniang specially and prepared a grand feast.

"Qiuniang, thank you. If it weren’t for you, who knows what would have happened to my Jingshu?" Fu Chunxue held Mu Qiuniang’s hand, wishing she could treat her as her own daughter.

Throughout her life, she never worried about anything except for her youngest son. When he was born, she feared he wouldn’t live long; as he grew up, she still worried he wouldn’t live long. Now he’s finally well, and she doesn’t have to worry anymore.

As she spoke, Fu Chunxue felt like crying.

The tension in her heart for over ten years could finally be relieved; this feeling was something only she could truly understand.

Zhan Zhengxiao, though not saying much, felt just as grateful to Mu Qiuniang as his wife did. Therefore, he didn’t stop his wife and children from getting close to her.

There’s no need to mention Zhan Jingshu. Knowing his master’s abilities, how could he not "respect" her to the point of reverence? As for the Master, he respected him deeply as well. They were not only his idols but his future depended on them.

In comparison to Zhan Zhengxiao’s familiarity with Mu Qiuniang, Zeng Lao and Jiang Xing were seeing her for the first time and were completely shocked: Damn! Are young people nowadays so capable?!

Especially Jiang Xing, who had returned to the country for several years and whose medical skills were highly regarded by everyone. Yet, he didn’t expect the woman in front of him was not only younger than him, but her medical skills were also leagues ahead.

If he had known Chinese medicine was so incredible, he would have learned it years ago!

Although he spoke with such emotions, his respect for Mu Qiuniang only increased. After being with Zeng Lao for a period, he naturally understood that mastering Chinese medicine wasn’t simpler than Western medicine. Even though Zeng Lao had been practicing for many years, he often felt he knew too little.

"The waves of the Yangtze River push forward, each generation stronger than the last, good, good..." Zeng Lao looked at Mu Qiuniang, full of admiration, "There are successors."

Now, all the young people were studying Western medicine. Zeng Lao’s greatest wish in his life was to discover that the nation’s Chinese medicine had successors. However, throughout his career, the outstanding practitioners of Chinese medicine he encountered were all older, each of them worried that there would be no one left to pass down their knowledge once they were gone.

And more terrifying is that what they held wasn’t even complete.

When a nation loses its heritage, is it still the same nation?

When he first heard of Mu Qiuniang, he always thought this "Master" with better medical skills than himself must be very old, if not his age, then at least fifty or sixty, otherwise how would she have gained so much experience.

However, upon meeting her, he realized she was a young girl. Her appearance looked under twenty but her actual age was no more than thirty, which is still very young in Chinese medicine.

Zeng Lao was very fond of Mu Qiuniang. This girl appeared cool and calm, spoke little, but gave off a very reliable vibe. Moreover, whenever she spoke, it was always meaningful, and she interacted with others considerately.

When he heard she was also a good cook, Zeng Lao sighed in admiration: "As the old saying goes, ’Medicine and food share the same source.’ Many foods are also medicines, and there’s no absolute boundary between them. Ancient medical practitioners applied the ’four natures’ and ’five flavors’ theory of Chinese medicine to food, believing each food also had ’four natures’ and ’five flavors.’ In ’Huainanzi•Cultivating Work Instruction,’ it’s said: ’Shennong tasted the flavors of hundreds of herbs, the sweet and bitter of water sources, to inform the people what to pursue and avoid. At that time, he encountered seventy poisons in a single day.’ This shows that in Shennong’s era, there was no distinction between medicine and food; non-toxic ones could be eaten, and toxic ones should be avoided..."

When it came to Chinese medicine, Zeng Lao could talk endlessly, wishing to share all his knowledge with others.

He had taken disciples before, but unfortunately, although they had some talent in Chinese medicine, they were ultimately unsatisfactory, always feeling something was missing. However, today, talking with Mu Qiuniang not only felt like chatting with a peer but also revealed that this young girl’s depth of knowledge was surprising.

No matter what topic or ancient book he mentioned, she had her own insights.

After a chat, he felt deeply enlightened.

"Little Mu," towards the end, he directly called her by her name, "when you have the time, you must interact more with my not-so-promising disciples. I’m getting old and don’t know how many more years I’ll live. Although they have completed their training, they still lack something and need someone to lead the way. I don’t even know how many more years I can guide them..."

Mu Qiuniang agreed to the old man’s request without hesitation.

"Oh, right, you’ve taken young Master Zhan as your disciple, haven’t you? Is it to teach him Chinese medicine?" Zeng Lao genuinely didn’t see any Chinese medicine talent in this young Master Zhan.

If it were about data codes, he’d have no problem, but these herbs...

The old man glanced at Zhan Jingshu, expressing doubt: Can this kid do it?

Zhan Jingshu noticed Zeng Lao’s doubtful look and wished to say: "Zeng Lao, please retract that look. Chinese medicine is a breeze—I even managed to master Cultivation!"

"Do you want to take on more disciples?" Zeng Lao was still eager to recommend a few. Though he couldn’t guarantee how good they’d be, they definitely had more talent in Chinese medicine than young Master Zhan, in his view.

He feared Mu Qiuniang, being so young, lacked discernment, and took on a disciple in vain only to regret it later. After all, taking one is taking; a few more doesn’t hurt, and in a few years, they might find a standout among the group.

Zhan Jingshu couldn’t hold back: "Zeng Lao, do you have to look down on me?"

"No, no, it’s just that your Master has taken only you as her disciple, and you might feel lonely, so I thought to find you some companions."

Zhan Jingshu: "..."

He didn’t need any companions, okay?

Mu Qiuniang said, "These things depend on fate. If in the future there are suitable ones, they will naturally be accepted. By then, Jingshu will be the senior disciple, and he’ll have to take care of the junior brothers and sisters..."

"Master, rest assured, I will definitely take good care of the junior brothers and sisters," Zhan Jingshu immediately promised.

"The precondition is that you establish a solid foundation for yourself; otherwise, when you’re outdone by the junior brothers and sisters in the future, it’ll be embarrassing for you." Not to discourage her disciple, Mu Qiuniang occasionally gave him a gentle push.

Back in the day, it was the competition among her fellow disciples that spurred such swift progress.

"I entered first, I definitely won’t lose to the junior brothers and sisters."

"That’s not necessarily true. Back then, my senior brothers and sisters were bested by me too." Mu Qiuniang didn’t specify in what area she beat them.

Among the brothers and sisters, each had their strengths and weaknesses; she couldn’t be undefeated nor completely defeated.