"I happened to catch everyone's mood, so I came to this restaurant, which usually specializes in some medicinal meals," Old Hughes' words entered Deanna's ears, causing her heart to sink.
He said she came to decipher the prescription, but there was always a feeling that something was off. Was she being tricked again?
The prescription is fake, but tasting the medicinal meals is real!
Just as she thought of this, the next moment, Old Hughes instructed the waiter to bring out all the signature dishes in the restaurant.
In addition, there were a few dishes Lance usually ate, which were also served.
Looking at the array of dishes on the table, Deanna couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
This... is too much.
Before she could speak, Old Hughes spoke first, "Girl, see how these medicinal meals are?"
Deanna nodded and approached to look at what Lance usually ate.
After examining them, she nodded.
"The medicinal ingredients in these dishes are used to nourish the body, which is just right for Mr. Mercer's current situation."
However, compared to the ones she privately prepared for Lance, they were a bit lacking.
Deanna naturally didn't dare to say the latter half of the sentence.
Lance beside her, however, clearly understood her unspoken thoughts.
His lips curled slightly, accentuating his handsome face even more.
Old Hughes sat beside them, smiling contentedly.
Before long, the remaining dishes were also served.
Old Hughes couldn't wait and immediately urged them to start.
"Anna, you must taste these dishes well. They are all our signatures here!"
"Look, see if there's anything that needs improvement."
Old Hughes stared at Deanna intently, his eyes filled with eagerness.
This made Deanna somewhat embarrassed. She nodded, picked up her chopsticks and spoon, and began tasting.
As soon as the food entered her mouth, a unique aroma spread in her mouth.
Although they were medicinal meals, they didn't have the unpleasant taste of traditional medicines. Instead, they blended well with the food aroma, very appealing to the taste buds.
"Anna, try this soup again."
Old Hughes was so eager, serving Deanna food and soup.
"Thank you."
As soon as the soup entered her mouth, a strong chicken soup flavor spread.
Deanna couldn't help but nod and exclaimed, "It's delicious."
However, Old Hughes seemed somewhat satisfied with Deanna's comment.
He asked eagerly, "Anna, do you have any other comments? Like, is there anything not quite right?"
He looked at Deanna, his eyes full of anticipation.
Deanna couldn't help but smile. Was she being treated as a food critic?
"Old Hughes, when it comes to these things, you're more professional than I am. If you really want me to taste and say something, I really can't pick out anything. If I have to say something, it would be about this soup."
With a turn of the conversation, Deanna pointed to the two medicinal ingredients in the soup and said, "Actually, the effects of these two medicinal ingredients are the same, but when put together, they might counteract each other."
"If possible, I suggest removing one of them directly, which would achieve better results."
Old Hughes hadn't paid much attention before, but now, hearing Deanna's suggestion, he carefully examined the soup.
He nodded vigorously, "Anna, you're right, that makes sense!"
"Okay, okay, I'll make a note of that."
Then, he called the waiter, gave a few instructions, and after finishing, he continued to look at Deanna, pointing at the other dishes enthusiastically, "Anna, taste these too, see how they taste."
Before Deanna could react, the dishes were already in her bowl.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, Deanna forced herself to eat more.
After a meal, she felt like she had eaten a week's worth of food.
Seeing Old Hughes preparing to serve her more food, Lance couldn't bear it any longer.
He couldn't help but interrupt, "Old Hughes, you can't eat too much in one go. Let's stop here for today. If you keep eating, Dr. Deanna might not dare to come again in the future."
There was a hint of joking in his words.
Deanna also hurriedly agreed, seeming to see her savior.
"Yes, there's no rush for this. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. It's impossible for me to finish all the dishes in one go, right?"
After hearing this, Old Hughes thought for a moment and also felt it made sense.
He nodded, "Alright, let's stop here for today. Anna, come again next time to help me taste."
Deanna hurriedly agreed.
She figured it out. Old Hughes was simply a medical enthusiast.
This level of enthusiasm was simply outrageous.
To prevent Old Hughes from asking too many questions, Deanna changed the subject and looked at Lance beside her.
"Mr. Mercer, did you used to come here often?"
Lance nodded lightly, "I used to come here often."
Old Hughes couldn't help but say, "With his physical condition, how could he not come often? The things he used to eat were all bitter, but fortunately, he met you and can eat something else now."
As the saying goes, food is the paramount necessity of the people.
With so much delicious food, Lance could only eat bitter things...
Deanna couldn't help but frown, feeling sorry for him.