Old Master Shen moved fast. The very next day, the old doctor was delivered to the villa.
Literally delivered.
The old doctor was dragged in by two bodyguards, shouting at the top of his lungs: “Let go of me! Shen Huaishan, you old bandit! Thug! I’m calling the police!”
The bodyguards released him, set down the medical kit, and said gravely, “Young Madam, the doctor has arrived!”
Gu Shengsheng: “…”
The two bodyguards stood like iron towers, one on each side. The old doctor sat on the sofa, panting heavily. His long, flowing traditional robe—giving him an air of an immortal sage—was wrinkled and rumpled. Gu Shengsheng hurried to say, “Sister Li, serve Dr. Lin some tea and snacks. I’ll go upstairs and get Shen Wang!”
Upstairs, Shen Wang was in a very bad mood. Today he was dressed neatly and cleanly, but his snow-white cheeks bore several red marks. He never should have believed Gu Shengsheng’s nonsense and let her shave him.
Gu Shengsheng felt a little guilty looking at the marks on his face. She spoke softly, “Don’t be stubborn. The old doctor is waiting downstairs. You can’t go down looking like this.”
Shen Wang said coldly, “I never agreed to see a doctor. You decided this on your own!”
“Seeing a doctor isn’t a bad thing.” Gu Shengsheng sounded genuinely happy. “Didn’t you hear Grandpa? He’s a very skilled doctor—your eyes can definitely be cured!”
Shen Wang gave a cold snort. His blindness was caused by blood clots pressing on the retinal nerves. Countless famous doctors had already said the chance of recovery was extremely slim. The old master just refused to give up.
After much coaxing and promising to make him delicious food, Shen Wang finally reluctantly got into the wheelchair. Gu Shengsheng straightened his collar, draped a small blanket over his legs, and pushed him out.
They took the elevator downstairs and arrived in front of the old doctor.
The old doctor had already tidied his hair and clothes. He sat with the dignified poise of an immortal sage. When he saw Shen Wang, he huffed, “That old vegetable Shen Huaishan actually produced such a handsome grandson.”
Gu Shengsheng secretly poked Shen Wang’s back. “This is Dr. Lin. Grandpa specially invited him to treat you.”
Shen Wang offered a cold, indifferent greeting—his attitude extremely arrogant. It made the old doctor glare at him again.
Gu Shengsheng quickly said, “Dr. Lin, thank you for coming.”
The old doctor waved a hand. “Enough. Take the bandages off his eyes.”
The moment Gu Shengsheng’s fingers touched the bandages, Shen Wang’s whole body tensed. She whispered, “Don’t be nervous. It’s just me and the doctor here. This is for treatment.”
Her tone was like coaxing a child afraid of going to the doctor. The old doctor chuckled. “Shen family boy, your little wife is quite considerate.”
Shen Wang’s lips pressed into a thin line. Afraid he’d lose his temper, Gu Shengsheng quickly finished unwrapping the bandages. “You…”
Gu Shengsheng suddenly forgot what she was going to say.
Shen Wang’s eyes were long and narrow, with slightly upturned corners. Now closed, they revealed a narrow but deep scar across one eyelid.
Sunlight fell on him, casting a faint halo over his jet-black hair. He sat with eyes closed, like a lofty deity. But the aura of menace around him, his dark brows and red lips—he was clearly a deadly, soul-stealing evil god.
“Hey, girl, why are you blushing? You see your husband every day and still haven’t seen enough?” the old doctor teased.
Gu Shengsheng snapped back to reality, cheeks burning. “Who’s blushing! It’s… it’s the sun.”
The old doctor chuckled. “Alright, move aside. Let me examine him.”
Gu Shengsheng stepped to the side sulkily. Shen Wang gave a half-smile, half-sneer. This time, he didn’t refuse the old doctor’s examination.
The old doctor examined Shen Wang for a long time—shaking his head one moment, nodding the next. Gu Shengsheng watched with her heart in her throat. Finally, after what felt like forever, he said:
“It can be treated. But it’s going to be troublesome.”
“No trouble at all, no trouble at all!” Gu Shengsheng said excitedly. “Dr. Lin, how exactly do we treat it?”
Shen Wang stayed silent, but his fingers unconsciously tightened on the wheelchair armrests. Hearing there was hope of regaining his sight, it was impossible not to feel a surge of emotion.
The old doctor said, “I’ll prescribe him some Chinese herbs. He needs to steam his eyes with the medicine every day, and combine that with my unique acupuncture technique. At the shortest, half a year. At the longest, one or two years. As for how much he can recover—it depends on his own fortune.”
Gu Shengsheng was so thrilled she threw her arms around Shen Wang. “It can be cured! I knew Dr. Lin could definitely cure it!”
The old doctor huffed. “Don’t get too excited yet. Acupuncture once a week. I’m not coming to the house every time—you’ll have to come to me.”
Gu Shengsheng was stunned. “But Shen Wang’s legs aren’t convenient… Could we trouble you to—”
“No!” The old doctor blew out his beard and glared. “I’ve already repaid my debt to Shen Huaishan! If you want me to treat him again, you come to my place. That’s my rule!”
Gu Shengsheng was about to plead again when Shen Wang spoke coldly, “Don’t beg him.”
The old doctor ignored him, took out paper and pen, and scribbled the prescription quickly. Once finished, he handed it to his young apprentice to fetch the medicine.
Gu Shengsheng poured a cup of tea and offered it to the old doctor with both hands. “Dr. Lin, you’ve worked hard. Please have some tea.”
Her clear almond eyes were especially bright and innocent. The old doctor glanced at her, and finally accepted the cup.
The moment the tea touched his lips, it was sweet, fragrant, and refreshing. “Eh? This tea is quite nice?”
“It’s homemade genmaicha I made myself,” Gu Shengsheng said. Seeing the old doctor’s eyes light up, she had a sudden idea. “Sister Li, bring out some of the hawthorn osmanthus cake and mango sticky rice rolls I made.”
These were treats Gu Shengsheng had prepared yesterday for Shen Wang’s afternoon tea, but now she had to use them to win over this grumpy old doctor.
The mango sticky rice rolls were sweet but not cloying, soft and chewy. The osmanthus cake was pleasantly tart and sweet, with a rich floral fragrance—perfect for an elderly palate.
Even while grumbling “one shouldn’t eat after noon,” the old doctor polished off both plates. Crumbs clung to his snow-white beard. He immediately asked, “Where did you find the pastry chef for these?”
Gu Shengsheng couldn’t help laughing. “I made them myself.”
The old doctor’s eyes lit up even more. “You made them? You’re so young, but your skills are impressive.”
Impressive was an understatement—he had never eaten pastries that suited his taste so perfectly in his entire life!
Gu Shengsheng counted on her fingers. “I can make lots of other things too. Snowy mooncakes, peach blossom crisps, bamboo dew green brew, pear-flesh gentleman… but…”
The old doctor swallowed hard. “But what?”
“But they all taste best when freshly made.” Gu Shengsheng smiled mischievously.
…
The old doctor had arrived furious. He left with his arms full, leaning out the car window to earnestly remind Gu Shengsheng: “Next week you must make those peach blossom crisps!”
“Got it! See you next week on time!” Gu Shengsheng waved cheerfully.
The sound of the car horn gradually faded into the distance.
Shen Wang gave a cold snort. “Those were my sticky rice rolls.”
Gu Shengsheng didn’t catch it. “What?”
Shen Wang went silent. Gu Shengsheng happily held up the two packets of medicine. Not only had Dr. Lin agreed to come once a week for Shen Wang’s acupuncture, he had also prescribed herbal soaks and poultices for his legs. Two plates of snacks in exchange—way too good a deal.
Gu Shengsheng smiled. “I’ll go to the kitchen to brew the medicine. Why don’t you stay in the courtyard and get some sun?”
“It’s too hot. I want to go back inside,” Shen Wang frowned.
“Don’t be like that. Aren’t you tired of being cooped up on the second floor all day? If you don’t want sun, come with me to the kitchen. You can listen to me do my live stream.”
“…” Shen Wang didn’t reply this time, so Gu Shengsheng took it as agreement and pushed him toward the kitchen.
When Gu Shengsheng wheeled Shen Wang into the kitchen, Sister Li jumped in surprise.
Shen Wang had shaved today and removed the eye bandages. Seeing this strikingly handsome and aristocratic-looking man, Sister Li froze for a long moment before reacting.
“S-Sir…” Sister Li said nervously.
Gu Shengsheng knew she was afraid of Shen Wang. She smiled and said, “Sister Li, you can go first. Please tidy up the living room.”
“Yes, Madam.” Sister Li slipped out along the wall.
Gu Shengsheng positioned Shen Wang by the window, placing a plate of snacks and tea within his reach. This spot wouldn’t appear on camera, and the air was fresh—no cooking fumes. “I’m starting the live stream now. Don’t make any noise, okay?”
Shen Wang couldn’t be bothered to respond. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to rest. After having needles stuck all over his head by Dr. Lin earlier, he felt a little tired.
Gu Shengsheng opened her phone’s live streaming app.
“Wangzai Won’t Listen” was online again. Fans rushed to spread the word. The barrage of comments instantly covered the screen.
【Fairy is live again! Grabbing front row!】
【Only streaming now? Did the little fairy oversleep?】
【Place your bets: What will the little fairy cook today? Chinese food = 1, Western food = 2】
In an instant, rows of 11111111 and 22222222 flooded the screen.
Gu Shengsheng only streamed cooking for three meals a day, never showed her face, and rarely interacted with viewers—yet her live room’s popularity kept steadily climbing.
The number of followers in Wangzai’s room had now reached over 150,000, with average daily viewers around 100,000—a truly impressive figure for a new streamer.
Gu Shengsheng began seriously streaming: “Today we’re making shrimp dumplings. Chinese cuisine.”
Shen Wang’s ear twitched slightly. Gu Shengsheng’s voice sounded more focused than usual, and she spoke less—there was something especially… captivating about it. Warm sunlight bathed his body. Listening to her soft, sweet voice, Shen Wang gradually fell asleep.
When Gu Shengsheng noticed he was asleep, she stopped talking.
She poured out some wheat starch and tapioca starch, mixed them, then scalded the mixture with boiling water. She stirred until there were no dry lumps, added lard, and kneaded it into a smooth, glossy dough, setting it aside.
【Xue Cen: Why is the host so quiet today?】
【Shen Ye Ah: Still begging for big sis’s hand-care secret!】
【South Wind Frost: This hot-water dough is super tricky to make. Host’s technique is 666】
Gu Shengsheng washed her hands thoroughly before speaking in a soft voice: “Now we’re peeling the shrimp. Peeling shrimp is really simple—just watch me do it.”
She poured a basin full of lively, wriggling shrimp into the water with a splash. These shrimp were carrying eggs, so Gu Shengsheng carefully scooped the shrimp roe into a small bowl. Using a toothpick, she removed the shrimp vein with a quick twist and squeeze. Out came a perfectly intact, pale greenish-transparent shrimp.
【Three Thousand Spring Winds: Why is the host speaking so quietly today? (whispering)】
【Eat Kunpeng or Not: My eyes learned it, but my hands can’t!】
【Tian Xun Zhou: Even peeling shrimp, the little fairy looks so ethereal】
【South Wind Frost: Forgive me, I can only spam 666】
【Book-loving Little Mushroom: I’ve tried this shrimp-peeling method before, but the shrimp always came out mushy】
Gu Shengsheng glanced at the barrage and laughed so hard her shoulders shook. She seasoned the shrimp, then divided them into two portions: one finely chopped, the other left whole. She minced a small piece of fatty pork and a few water chestnuts, mixed them into the shrimp paste, and stirred until it formed a cohesive ball.
Gu Shengsheng picked up the ball of filling and slapped it down hard from a height, repeating the motion dozens of times to develop the texture, then continued stirring vigorously. In a small voice she said: “Once it reaches this stage, you can start wrapping the dumplings.”
She spread a small piece of dough in her palm, scooped in a portion of shrimp filling, added a whole shrimp, pinched it into a classic curved-comb shape, and finished by dotting a few grains of shrimp roe on top. This was Gu Shengsheng’s first time making shrimp dumplings. The first three came out a bit oversized, but after that, every single one was beautifully uniform—delicate, precise, and identical.
She held one up close to the camera. Through the translucent wrapper, you could clearly see the shape of the filling inside. One could imagine: once steamed, the juicy, flavorful filling would plump up the skin, and biting into that bouncy shrimp would be pure satisfaction.
【Kumquat Lemon No Ice: Big family vibes! Such huge shrimp—looks so satisfying!】
【Rice Box: The shrimp dumplings I get at tea houses feel fake compared to this. The filling is insane! This should be called Shrimp Dumpling Emperor!】
【Eat More Greens: The little fairy seems to cook seafood all the time. I’m drooling to death】
【Wandering Smile: Yes yes, shrimp and crab every day, and huge portions. Who is the little fairy cooking for?】
Gu Shengsheng unconsciously glanced toward the window. Shen Wang sat there with eyes closed, his posture exactly like that black cat from before.
A smile lit up her almond eyes. She said mysteriously: “Feeding the cat.”