Despite the middle-aged man’s indignance, he hastily apologized to Huo Yao.
But Old Mr. Yi noticed how unwilling he was. He waved helplessly at him and said, “Have someone send the other dishes over.”
The middle-aged man was trying to find an excuse to escape embarrassment, so when Old Mr. Yi told him to leave, he swiftly nodded. “Yes, Old Mr. Yi.”
After he left, the old man looked at Min Yu and Huo Yao and said embarrassedly, “That disciple of mine is a fool. I’m sorry about the trouble.”
Huo Yao smiled and sat down without saying a word.
Old Mr. Yi pulled out a chair and sat down next to Huo Yao and asked her. “Do you know anything about pharmacology?”
Min Yu’s eyes landed on Huo Yao and she could not ignore his subtle stare.
She looked sideways at Old Mr. Yi and replied calmly. “I have read some books about health, so I know just a little.”
Old Mr. Yi smiled with a shake of his head. “Just by reading some books, you were able to identify the problem. It goes to show how talented you are.”
He paused as a thought crossed his mind and he asked her. “Do you want to learn how to make medicinal cuisine from me?”
It was Zhuo Yun’s turn to look at Old Mr. Yi in surprise.
The Yi family had been palace medicinal cuisine chefs for generations. Since they served the emperor, they enjoyed a high status.
Even in the modern day, the Yi family remained one of the top families in City S. Moreover, Old Mr. Yi was a member of the Apothecaries’ Association and was well connected. Anyone who became close to the family would have a whole new level of access to many things.
Old Mr. Yi was famous for being difficult. He had not accepted any new disciples in decades, except the two whom he had taken on when he was young. It was really hard to get into his good books.
Sure enough, his master had incredible foresight. Even Old Mr. Yi wanted to have her as his disciple the first time he met her.
“Not interested,” replied Huo Yao without hesitation.
Huo Yao finally had got the taste of a normal life. Would it not be torturous to learn all kinds of things again?
Zhuo Yun could not help coughing dryly. He dropped Huo Yao a hint and said, “Miss Huo, the Yi family has been in the medicinal cuisine industry for generations. If you become Old Mr. Yi’s disciple, you will have a bright future.”
Huo Yao remained more or less expressionless. She appeared as though the Yi family was like any other family to her. With a sincere expression, she said, “Although it sounds very tempting, sorry, I’m not interested.”
“Okay then…” said Old Mr. Yi sadly.
Two seconds later, he left the offer on the table and said, “You can look me up anytime if you change your mind.”
It was a promise worth its weight in gold. Anyone else who heard it would undoubtedly get a shock. After all, it was the first time Old Mr. Yi had met Huo Yao.
Before Huo Yao could say something, Min Yu, who had been sitting silently on the main seat, suddenly responded. “In that case, thank you for thinking so highly of her.”
Old Mr. Yi was caught by surprise. Although he was curious about Huo Yao and Min Yu’s relationship, he did not probe any further. Instead, he smiled and said, “You’re too kind, Young Master Min. Any friend of yours is a friend of the Yis.”
Huo Yao suddenly tilted her head and glanced at Min Yu thoughtfully. She tapped her finger gently on the table.
