It was a surprise, but it also made sense.
The roasted pig's eyes that had just been released yesterday was indeed the first dish that the two of them thought of. It was also the dish that had left the deepest impression on them.
"It's actually the roasted pig's eyes that were just released yesterday?"
"An eye for an eye, that sounds like it."
"That's … a little too casual, isn't it? Eating a skewer of roasted pig's eyes can actually cure one's eyes? "
There was an uproar among the customers when they heard that. Although many people had personally tried the roasted pig's eyes last night and were mesmerized by the special eating experience, most of the customers still stayed away from it.
"Although I'm not sure if it's the roasted pig's eyes, the dishes I've been eating these days have been more fixed. The roasted pig's eyes should be added on a whim yesterday," Christopher said after some thought.
"I've also eaten Yangzhou fried rice for three days in a row. I'm not sick of it, but I suddenly wanted to challenge myself yesterday, so I ordered a serving of roasted pig's eyes." The young man smiled a little embarrassedly. "If Yangzhou fried rice doesn't have a specific effect, I think it's probably the roasted pig's eyes."
"So, if you want to know if Mr. Mak can cure this young man's eyes, all you have to do is order a serving of roasted pig's eyes for him," Vivian concluded. Vivian concluded. She then looked at Christopher and said seriously, "Children shouldn't drink alcohol. Rum is a highly concentrated alcohol. Drinking it may cause problems."
As the direct beneficiary of the spicy grilled fish, Vivian had no doubt that Mr. Mak's food could have a direct effect on certain illnesses. However, the right medicine — no, the dish — had to be found first.
Moreover, she had always thought that this was not a coincidence. It was Mr. Mak's intention.
It was said that good medicine was bitter, but Mr. Mak made the medicine so delicious and tempting. He was really a benevolent doctor and the reincarnation of the God of Cookery.
"Yes, I have my concerns too. I wanted to ask Mr. Mak first. After getting confirmation from this young man, I naturally won't let him drink anymore," Christopher said with a nod.
"Mr. Christopher, isn't this a clinic?" Lucy, who was listening in confusion, asked in a low voice.
Although she could feel that these people did not have any ill intentions, they did not seem to want to find a doctor to treat Darren. Instead, they wanted him to eat some kind of food here so that Darren's eyes could recover?
She was a little puzzled by this.
"It's like this, young lady. Mamy's is a very famous restaurant. My eyes regained their sight after eating some food here, and the same thing happened to that gentleman's eyes. Since Dr. Adolphus couldn't do anything about it, perhaps Mr. Mak can give it a try. After all, he often does incredible things," Christopher explained as he looked at Lucy.
"Is it food, not medicine?" Lucy frowned. She still found it hard to understand. Could a restaurant owner really cure Darren's eyes?
Vivian looked at Lucy and comforted her. "Don't worry, Miss. Mr. Mak is a very good person. The food he makes might really work on your brother's eyes. Many people have already been reborn here."
"Yes." Lucy looked at the beautiful Vivian, and the trace of uneasiness in her heart gradually calmed down.
Since Mr. Christopher brought them here, he must have his reasons. She really didn't know where to bring Darren. Her heart ached every time she saw his disappointed expression.
"I will confirm with Mr. Mak again later. He made the dish, so he must know it better," Christopher said.
Lucy nodded slightly. She had already calmed down.
They didn't have to wait for too long before the restaurant's door opened. A handsome chef walked out, and welcomed the customers into the restaurant with a smile.
"Mr. Mak, I have something to ask you." Christopher brought Lucy and Darren to the entrance of the restaurant. He stopped and looked at Meg, and said, "Which of the dishes you make can treat eye diseases?"
"Hmm?" Meg was stunned by this old man's question. This question was a little out of the ordinary, wasn't it? Who would prescribe medicine in a restaurant?
He glanced at the young man and young lady standing behind Christopher. The young lady looked to be about 13 or 14 years old. Her skin was yellowish, and she was skinny. Her yellow hair made her look like she had been malnourished for a long time. Her black eyes were looking at him expectantly and timidly.
Meanwhile, the young man beside her was only about 10 years old. His complexion looked healthier than hers, but his eyes were deathly white. His little hand was holding the young lady's hand tightly, so he should be blind.
"Oh, it's like this. I met this pair of siblings on the road just now. This young man can't see, and Dr. Adolphus can't do anything about it, so I brought them here to ask if you have any ideas," Christopher explained.
"It might be more suitable to find a professional doctor to treat eye diseases. After all, I'm just a chef." Meg retracted his gaze from the young man. The omniscient door had already given him feedback on the young man's condition.
"Darren, male, human, 10 years old. Suffers from severe toxic cataracts. He can't see anything in his eyes. If this condition continues, he will lose his sight completely."
This was obviously an illness that he couldn't treat. After all, he was only doing hairdressing now and improving the quality of his nightlife. This level of illness was indeed not easy to treat.
Lucy, who was full of anticipation, was disappointed. As expected, it still wasn't possible.
"But Mr. Mak, I drank wine and ate roasted pig's eyes at your place yesterday. When I woke up this morning, my presbyopia of more than 10 years was cured. I don't believe you don't know how to treat eye diseases," Christopher said, shaking his head.
"Yes, Mr. Mak. My severe myopia was cured after eating your roasted pig's eyes. I really have to thank you properly." The young man who spoke earlier also looked at Meg gratefully. Because of his eyes, he had been in a lot of awkward situations all these years. His previous girlfriend broke up with him because he mistakenly held someone else's wife's hand on the street.
"There's such a thing?" Meg looked at the two of them and was stunned again. Roasted pig's eyes could actually treat myopia and presbyopia?
"Using shape to complement shape? Damn, this is too … exaggerated, isn't it? System, come out and explain. "Meg frowned. He felt that things weren't that simple.
"The ingredients for roasted pig's eyes were selected from the Fiery Wild Boar's eyes in the active volcano range of Nicola Tower. In order to adapt to the glaring flames of the volcano, the Fiery Wild Boar's eyes are rich in amino acids that the human body needs, as well as a special element. The system has temporarily named it T serum. It can effectively treat many eye diseases, and the effect will be even better after being roasted."
The system's voice quickly sounded in Meg's mind.
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