The Beautiful CEO's Personal Mad Doctor

Cheng Yuan sincerely recommended to the group, "Everyone, try the Mao’s Braised Pork. It’s so good you could bite your own tongue off!"

Tempted, the group eagerly picked up pieces of braised pork, and their praise was unending.

Elder Cheng, long accustomed to such reactions, calmly continued to announce the next dish.

"The second dish for today is Marshal Shrimp. I remember it was September of ’61, when General Montgomery visited our Dragon Country. The old leader personally received him and instructed me to create a dish that would satisfy the General. I wracked my brain and used the finest prawns from the Bohai Sea to create this Marshal Shrimp. It won General Montgomery’s high praise, and the old leader commended me by name several times! Please, have a taste."

The guests instinctively glanced at a photograph of the old leader receiving General Montgomery, and for a moment, it was as if the past was unfolding right before their eyes.

The assistant chefs swiftly and efficiently served the dish.

Cheng Yuan impatiently grabbed his chopsticks, picked up a piece of shrimp, and popped it into his mouth.

"Mmm..."

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the fresh sweetness of the prawn and a milky aroma wove together, electrifying every taste bud in Cheng Yuan’s mouth.

It was so good he almost bit his tongue.

"Everyone, hurry and try it! This Marshal Shrimp is truly worthy of its fame as a dish praised by the old leader himself! It’s too good! My limited vocabulary can’t even begin to describe it."

The group grabbed their chopsticks and began to devour the food, their mouths glistening as they nodded in constant approval.

Elder Cheng was very pleased with their reactions and continued announcing the dishes. "The next course is Perilla Wuchang Fish. I remember it was ’62. The old leader was in excellent health back then. He swam the Yangtze River twice and, on a whim, penned the poem *Prelude to Water Melody: Swimming*: ’I have just drunk the waters of Changsha, and come to eat the fish of Wuchang. I am crossing the thousand-mile long river, gazing afar at the open sky of Chu. I care not that the wind blows and the waves beat; it is better than idly strolling in a courtyard.’ The Wuchang fish the old leader mentioned... was my Perilla Wuchang Fish."

As Cheng Yuan and the others savored the delicacies, they listened to Elder Cheng’s stories, feeling as if they were not just gaining knowledge, but witnessing history itself.

...

Meanwhile.

Duan Lang arrived at the Cheng Mansion Banquet, full of excitement.

A staff member politely approached him. "Sir, do you have a reservation?"

Duan Lang shook his head slightly. "No reservation. I want to have Elder Cheng’s imperial banquet."

"Sir, I do apologize, but reservations are required at the Cheng Mansion Banquet."

Duan Lang lifted his chin with a hint of arrogance. "I am Duan Lang. I never need a reservation. My face is my reservation. Get your manager over here."

Duan Lang was so self-assured that the staff member couldn’t gauge his background and had no choice but to fetch the floor manager.

The floor manager had never met Duan Lang before and had no idea what gave him such confidence.

"Mr. Duan, I’m Cheng Juan, the floor manager of the Cheng Mansion Banquet. We really do require reservations. Would you like me to arrange one for you now?"

"Don’t try to pull the same tricks you use on common folk with me. I am Duan Lang. My father is Duan Yanming."

Duan Yanming?!

Cheng Juan’s expression changed drastically!

She remembered the story. During the first Medicinal Herb Exchange Conference, a powerful figure from Beijing tried to bully Duan Yanming, thinking he was just some outsider, and attempted to lowball him for his herbs. But in the end, that powerful figure simply...vanished.

And his entire family was torn out, root and stem!

From that day on, the name ’Prince Duan’ echoed throughout Beijing. Every major family in the city listed him as someone who must never be offended.

’More than a decade ago, Prince Duan was already a Martial Emperor. I wonder if he’s broken through to the Martial Saint realm by now?’

"So it is the Young Prince! Your Highness, your presence at our Cheng Mansion Banquet is a tremendous honor! Of course, the Young Prince needs no reservation! I’ll arrange our top-tier set menu for you immediately!"

The corners of Duan Lang’s mouth curled up. ’Dad’s name is still as useful as ever!’

"I just told you," Duan Lang said, "I want the imperial banquet personally prepared by Elder Cheng!"

A troubled look appeared on Cheng Juan’s face. "Young Prince, Elder Cheng is currently attending to honored guests in the East Wing. Perhaps you could wait for a short while in the West Wing? Once Elder Cheng is finished, he can come serve you personally. How does that sound?"

"The West Wing?!"

Duan Lang’s face fell. "If I’m not mistaken, the East Wing is the superior room, isn’t it? You want me to wait in the West Wing? Is your Cheng Mansion Banquet looking down on me, or looking down on my father? I’d like to see just who these ’saints’ in the East Wing are."

With that, Duan Lang strode toward the East Wing.

Cheng Juan was frantic but dared not stop him. She could only pull out her walkie-talkie and report, "Uncle, the Young Prince from Dali is heading to the East Wing. I can’t stop him."

Elder Cheng was in the middle of introducing a dish when he heard Cheng Juan’s words. His expression flickered.

’Duan Yanming’s fearsome reputation preceded him; I absolutely cannot afford to offend that man!’

’What am I going to do?’

Elder Cheng turned to the four guests with an apologetic look. "Everyone, something unexpected has come up. I am terribly sorry! Tomorrow, I will personally treat you to an imperial banquet, free of charge! Would that be acceptable?"

Scared out of their wits, Han Zhongming and Xiao Xun’Er nodded without a moment’s hesitation.

"Yes, of course!"

"Mr. Cheng, Shishi, the Young Prince is coming! We should get out of here! We don’t want to get caught in the crossfire!"

Cheng Yuan and Hu Shishi, having never heard the stories about Duan Yanming, weren’t the least bit flustered.

"Miss Xiao, what’s the deal with this Young Prince? Is he really that terrifying?"

Xiao Xun’Er shivered involuntarily. "Terrifying! Prince Duan once single-handedly wiped out a first-rate family in Beijing! And he walked away completely unscathed! For as long as I can remember, my family has warned me to never, ever provoke Prince Duan or the Young Prince."

Han Zhongming, standing nearby, nodded vigorously. "The family Prince Duan destroyed back then was on par with the Xiao Family and my Han Family."

Cheng Yuan’s expression grew a little more serious. "Still, there’s no need to be so nervous. I’m here. You can relax."

"Brother Yuan, forget about Prince Duan’s power for a second. Even the Young Prince is more than we can handle! He’s hailed as the greatest prodigy of Dali, having broken through to the Divine Realm before he even turned thirty!"

’Just the Divine Realm?’

Cheng Yuan wasn’t worried in the slightest.

"I’ll be breaking through to the Divine Realm soon myself. It’s not that big of a deal, is it?"

’Brother Yuan is about to break through to the Divine Realm?’

Han Zhongming sucked in a sharp breath. ’I never imagined that Brother Yuan’s strength was as heaven-defying as his medical skills!’

Just then—CRASH! The door to the East Wing was kicked open.

A young man in traditional clothing swaggered into the room, his gaze sweeping over Cheng Yuan and the others with disdain.

Han Zhongming and Xiao Xun’Er quickly plastered on fawning smiles, but Cheng Yuan regarded Duan Lang with a calm, level gaze.

"All who come are guests. Friend, please have a seat."

Duan Lang shot Cheng Yuan a contemptuous glance. ’Just a minor leaguer at the Quasi-Divine Early Stage!’

"Don’t try to cozy up to me! You’re not worthy of being my friend. I’ve already requisitioned the East Wing. You have thirty seconds to get out, or you’ll face the consequences."

Han Zhongming and Xiao Xun’Er instinctively started to rise, but Cheng Yuan’s cold voice cut through the air. "Since you’re not a friend, then you should leave. Don’t ruin our enjoyment of this fine meal."

Duan Lang acted as if he hadn’t heard. He cupped a hand to his ear in an exaggerated gesture. "What was that, kid? I didn’t quite catch that. If you’ve got the guts, say it again."