Chapter 306 - Chapter 306: Chapter 306: Private Chef (1/2)

Chapter 306: Chapter 306: Private Chef

“What do you mean by this? Taking advantage of the situation? Using this opportunity to let your father-in-law trample all over me?”

Chu Jianghe became inexplicably angry, his cane pounding ceaselessly on the ground, making a resounding clang, quickly drawing everyone’s attention.

Xie Jiang, who had been watching intently from not far away, suddenly stood up, clutching a steel bar tightly in his hand.

Chen Yu, on the other hand, appeared unfazed, pouring a cup of plum wine and sliding it across to Chu Jianghe.

“At this point, sir, do you really need to care so much about face?”

Chu Jianghe was stunned for a moment, unsure of what to do.

If what Chen Yu said was true, that someone had been poisoning him for thirty years, it must have been someone very close to him.

That meant he could neither return to Suzhou City nor continue to stay in Suzhou City; he could only find a place to hide until the real culprit behind the scenes was found.

Chu Jianghe took a moment to regulate his breathing and then downed the cup of plum wine with a gulp.

“Fine, I can stay at your father-in-law’s place, but you have to ensure that he provides me with a top-notch suite, with all the services I need, nothing missing, and you also have to take responsibility for curing my illness,” he declared.

Chen Yu raised an eyebrow; speaking of which, he seemed to be helping Chu Jianghe—this kind of felt like taking care of a demanding elder.

“These are minor issues, but I’m afraid you’ll have to make the call to my father-in-law yourself,” he replied.

Chu Jianghe, left with no choice at this juncture, reluctantly agreed.

Soon, Wang Qingshan came over with a bowl of braised pork.

The braised pork looked ordinary, no different from regular braised pork, but its flavor was entirely unique.

As soon as it was served, a pungent scent of herbs assailed Chu Jianghe’s nostrils, causing his body to shiver involuntarily.

The persistent sense of weakness that had wrapped around him vanished completely.

He instinctively picked up his chopsticks and devoured two big mouthfuls.

“How in the world is this made? Not only is the taste rich and mellow, but it also melts in the mouth, and it can even cure my illness!”

Chen Yu rested his chin on one hand, “This is a special medicinal dish from my restaurant. If Mr. Chu is willing, we can provide this kind of medicinal cuisine every day. It can clear the poison from your body and even rejuvenate you to some extent.”

Chu Jianghe immediately got excited, “Then I have another condition. For the next few days, you must take charge of my meals. I won’t eat anything made by anyone else.”

Chen Yu’s mouth fell agape; he had a pile of things to attend to—just dealing with the factory and shopping center renovations was enough to give him a headache. Where would he find the time to cook specifically for Chu Jianghe?

He subconsciously gestured towards Wang Qingshan standing nearby.

“He is one of our head chefs here, and his skill in producing medicinal dishes is unparalleled! He made this braised pork; if you’re willing, I can ask him to cook for you for a few days. However, the price for a personal chef like him must be separately discussed,” he explained.

At this point, Chu Jianghe didn’t care about the details and promptly wrote a check for five million.

“That’s the price for ten days; I doubt anyone else would offer a higher rate than me.”

Chen Yu was startled for a moment; according to market rates, at the very least, a private chef would cost thirty thousand a month, and at the high end, several hundred thousand.

It had to be said, Chu Jianghe was really generous in this regard.

“Deal!” Chen Yu accepted the check and passed it directly to Wang Qingshan.

Afterward, Chu Jianghe hesitantly picked up his phone to dial Tong Ming’s number.

It wasn’t long before Tong Ming led a fleet of cars to the mall.

“Old Chu, I never thought there’d come a day when you’d need my help,”