"The figure on the surveillance screen who secretly ate the food sample, I want to see her within 24 hours." Fu Chenzhou stared at the heart rate monitor that suddenly fluctuated. This was the first time he had become interested in a living person in the seven years since he was diagnosed with affective disorder.
Su Banxia was squatting in the rain holding the signboard of "Medicine Food Shop". Three minutes ago, the Health Bureau closed down her shop for "illegal medical practice," but no one believed that she really cured her neighbor's grandmother's depression with poria cakes. When the bodyguards in black "invited" her into the top mansion, she never imagined that the box of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes she left at the exhibition would actually make the rumored ruthless business emperor red-eyed.
"He cooks medicinal meals for me every day, and his annual salary is seven figures."
"Mr. Fu, I am a doctor, not a chef..."
"Or I will report you for operating without a license now."
Su Banxia, who was forced to sign an "exclusive nutritionist" agreement, didn't know that every recipe she used to awaken her taste buds was unlocking Fu Chenzhou's sensory shackles that were destroyed by drug experiments. And when the veterans of the pharmaceutical group discovered that this girl who made snacks could actually crack the emotional drugs they monopolized, a hunt for "living prescriptions" quietly began...
"Those who have tasted sweetness can no longer swallow bitterness." Fu Chenzhou held the trembling woman in his arms, while the laboratory behind him was burning: "Now it's my turn to be your medicine."
