The waiter was a young man in his early twenties, with a professional smile on his face and unmistakable nervousness.

Facing his inquiry, Lin Jie spoke bluntly: "More than three months ago, I had a meal here, and the taste of the food left a very deep impression on me."

"This time, I made a point of bringing my sister and friends to taste it. But..."

Lin Jie pointed at several dishes like the Eight Treasure Duck and Braised Pork, and said with disappointment, "Eating the same dishes again, I can be sure that the taste is not just a little worse."

"You said the chef hasn't changed, so can you tell me what exactly is the problem? I can assure you, it's not a problem with my taste buds."

"Oh, a regular customer!"

The tension on the waiter's face eased a bit, and he lowered his voice, saying, "To be honest, Chef Song is getting a bit older, and his skills have declined somewhat, so... please forgive us!"

"Oh, I see!"

Lin Jie nodded with some understanding. As people age, their senses gradually diminish, and their reflexes slow down, making it inevitable to have slight deviations in managing heat and spices.

At this time, the waiter added with some emotion, "You must have noticed too, at this hour, there never used to be empty tables!"

Lin Jie echoed, "Yes, before coming, I was worried about having to wait in line for a long time, but didn't expect this result!"

He asked somewhat regretfully, "How old is Chef Song? Why hasn't he trained a qualified apprentice?"

"Almost sixty!"

The waiter, with a hint of complaint in his tone, said, "He's always been unwilling to admit he's old, and even now he doesn't want to teach his true skills to others!"

"Really, not even sixty yet?" Lin Jie asked for confirmation once again!

The waiter confirmed, "Yes, he's fifty-eight this year, I remember clearly!"

Lin Jie murmured softly, "That shouldn't be the case, at this age, even with some sensory and physical decline, it shouldn't be so obvious, it's only been three months!"

He wanted to prove his judgment and stood up, saying, "Li Ting, Miaomiao, you guys keep eating! I'll go to the kitchen with this waiter to see the chef!"

Li Ting and Lin Miao had heard the entire conversation between Lin Jie and the waiter.

Immediately, Li Ting put down her chopsticks, stood up quickly, and said eagerly, "Lin Jie, what did you find out? Is this your professional compulsion acting up?"

Lin Miao also stood up and said, "Brother, I want to go with you too!"

"Professional compulsion?" The waiter looked at Lin Jie puzzledly!

Lin Jie gave Li Ting a glare, how to explain this professional compulsion?

Could it be said that I am a highly skilled doctor and feel that your chef, at the age of fifty-eight, has had such a rapid decline in skills in such a short time, which is suspicious, and it is likely something is wrong health-wise?

Saying this, the biggest possibility would be getting hit by someone with a big ladle.

While Lin Jie pondered how to explain, Lin Miao proudly said, "My brother's medical skills are very impressive, surpassing even those of expert professors. He must have found a problem, take us to see your chef quickly!"

Well, no need to worry about explaining now!

Lin Jie looked helplessly at Lin Miao, who added fuel to the fire, and explained to the service staff who had a pale face, "Please don't mind, I just know a little about medicine. I was a bit abrupt and reckless, we won't see the chef, please go ahead!"

The waiter turned and left, and the three sat down again.

Li Ting asked in confusion, "Lin Jie, you must have found something, why give up?"

Lin Jie pulled out a clean chopstick and tapped hard on the foreheads of both Li Ting and Lin Miao, saying resentfully, "Suppose we didn't know each other, I came straight to you and said..."

"I'm a very skilled doctor and found that you are ill and need treatment. What would you think?"

Lin Miao exaggeratedly covered her little forehead and blurted out, "Psychopath, scam artist, with bad intentions!"

Li Ting also nodded in agreement.

"Looks like your IQ can be saved a bit!"

Lin Jie took a sip of tea and continued, "If I were a well-known doctor in a large hospital, of course, I could speak frankly like before, even if I was wrong, they wouldn't dare do anything to us."

"But as I am now, young and not famous, to say such things rashly would get me beaten."

Lin Miao put down her hand and asked softly, "Brother, wouldn't it be bad for you to give up? If the chef really has a problem, wouldn't that be letting someone die without helping?"

Lin Jie pinched her little nose, "How is your brain wired, how is that called letting someone die without helping? There's so many people on the street, surely some have diseases, are they my responsibility too?"

"According to Taoism, it's called 'fate'!"

Lin Jie flaunted his limited knowledge, saying, "I came, found the problem, but due to circumstances missed it, indicating I have no fate with them. Besides, my guess could very well be wrong."

"Let's eat now, although the taste is somewhat inferior to my expectation, it's still better compared to what we cook ourselves, and ordinary restaurants' dishes."

The three stopped tangling with the previous topic, chatting casually about school and interesting current events.

Suddenly, Lin Miao giggled and said, "Tingting, I've seen your previous photos on my brother's phone, and compared to now, it's simply... like heaven and earth."

"You've become so beautiful, surely many male classmates are chasing after you?"

"Of course!" Li Ting gave Lin Jie a sideways glance, boasting, "The eyes of the masses are bright, I've received hundreds of love letters. This holiday, dozens lined up to take me to movies, dinners, and outings!"

Lin Jie smirked, countering, "Who are you fooling? If so many asked, why did you rush over knowing it was to do hard labor after my call?"

Li Ting didn't get angry, snorting lightly, "Isn't it because this beauty has a kind heart, a Bodhisattva's compassion, can't bear to see others pitiful? Look at you two siblings..."

She pointed to Lin Jie's chest and Lin Miao's head, "If I don't go to hell, who will? With such a kind heart, I can't bear to see others suffer."

Lin Miao playfully hugged Li Ting's arm, acting out, "I'm really pitiable, Tingting, will you take care of me for life?"

Li Ting patted her abundant chest, magnanimously declaring, "No problem, you'll serve me tea and water, make my bed, and give massages to refresh me, I'll be responsible for your life."

"Tch!" Lin Miao let go of Li Ting's arm, disdainfully saying, "Who's taking care of whom? I still have an all-capable brother!"

The three chatted and laughed, finishing their dinner.

Just when they were about to settle the bill, an old man with a big head, thick neck, and a face with horizontal lines walked over, speaking gruffly, "I'm the chef here, who wants to see me? I heard there's someone claiming to be a famous doctor!"

Hearing his somewhat hostile tone, Lin Jie stood up, speaking neither haughtily nor humbly, "That's me! Are you Chef Song? The reason I wanted to meet you is because the taste of the dishes has declined somewhat!"

"Surely you won't deny this, right?"

While speaking, he focused intently on observing the old man's face!

He noticed that his left pupil was slightly more clouded than the right and also found that the person's left eyebrow and left corner of the mouth were slightly higher than the right!

Although this disparity was minimal, it didn't escape Lin Jie's eyes, indicating that the muscles on this man's left face were somewhat tense.

Seeing these subtle details, Lin Jie became more certain of his judgment.

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