Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

The supervisor sighed gently when he failed to stop Yi Lianfan from going inside the private room, so he followed behind.

Yi Lianfan entered the private room with the tray. The moment he caught sight of Huo Yao, he was stunned.

He did not expect to see her here.

Huo Yao was equally surprised to see Yi Lianfan.

Yi Lianfan went up to the table and placed the soup on it. “It’s such a coincidence, Huo Yao.”

He glanced at Huo Xiang and found him to be somewhat familiar but could not put his finger on where he had seen him before.

Huo Yao raised her brow. Yi Lianfan shared the same surname with Old Mr. Yi, so she promptly said, “Are you Old Mr. Yi’s grandson?”

Yi Lianfan was shocked. “Do you know Grandpa?”

“I’ve met him a couple of times,” replied Huo Yao with a nod.

The supervisor glanced at Huo Yao quietly. Old Mr. Yi had given her his identity nameplate. How could she say it so casually that they had only met only a couple of times.

Yi Lianfan suddenly recalled seeing a familiar silhouette when he went back to the old Yi residence. He instantly said in shock, “You went to Grandpa’s place for dinner recently, right?”

“Uh huh. Just once.” Huo Yao nodded her head. However, she did not encounter Yi Lianfan at that time.

Yi Lianfan just knew it.

A look of enlightenment emerged on his face. Yi Lianfan was rather curious about how Huo Yao became acquainted with his grandfather, considering his nitpicking ways.

Huo Xiang raised his head after being overlooked by the guy. He scanned Yi Lianfan up and down with a cool look on his striking face. He turned to look at his little sister. “Are you classmates?”

“Uh huh. We are in the same level, but not the same class,” replied Huo Yao softly.

Huo Xiang narrowed his eyes. The same level, but not the same class. Then why did this dude seem so close to his little sister?

Was the boy harboring evil intentions because of how pretty his little sister was?

Yi Lianfan found Huo Xiang’s confrontational looks to be somewhat baffling.

“I made the soup. Can you try it and let me know where I can improve?” continued Yi Lianfan after narrowing his eyes and composing himself.

Huo Yao was shocked. “I’m surprised that you can make medicinal dishes.”

After all, he was so young and did not appear like he was a chef.

“Our family heritage must go on.” Yi Lianfan shrugged.

Sure. That was understandable.

Huo Yao picked up her bowl and scooped some soup for herself. Just as she was about to sample it, her fourth older brother handed her an empty bowl.

She glanced at him sideways.

Huo Xiang straightened his body. “Give me a bowl of soup.”

Huo Yao put down her bowl and scooped some for him, too.

Huo Xiang took the bowl satisfactorily. He took a sip and turned to look at Yi Lianfan. “Do you want to hear the truth?”

Yi Lianfan was caught by surprise before he nodded.

“It’s really so-so. The smell of medicinal herbs is too strong. It feels as though I just drank a huge bowl of Chinese medicine, and my mouth is full of herbs,” remarked Huo Xiang as he shook his head.

His face was clearly saying: Bad review!

Huo Yao picked up the bowl and took a sip before glancing at Huo Xiang threateningly. Then she looked at Yi Lianfan and said, “My older brother is just saying nonsense. He doesn’t know a thing about cooking.”

Huo Xiang was flabbergasted. “…”

Oh no. His little sister was helping an outsider.

Yi Lianfan smiled. He did not seem hurt by the bad review Huo Xiang had just given him.

“The soup is pretty good. Its texture will be better if you put fewer lotus seeds,” commented Huo Yao.

Since she had ordered a common nourishing soup, it was not as demanding as Old Mr. Yi’s other recipes, which needed a lot of care in terms of pairing of Chinese herbs.