Chapter 810 - We“re Not Idiots!
After downing two bowls of chicken soup, Miranda’s complexion had improved significantly, and her entire body had been filled with renewed energy and hope.
She could feel that her lower abdomen was very warm and comfortable, and that her entire body had been nourished by the chicken soup.
Gjerj accepted the fried rice from the nearby servant, then turned to Miranda, and said, “Here’s your favorite Yangzhou fried rice. Have some fried rice, then drink some more soup.”
Both of the servants stood off to the side with expectant looks on their faces. Madam’s complexion had improved significantly after drinking the chicken soup; if she were to have some fried rice, perhaps she really would have the energy required for childbirth.
The lid on the thermos container was opened, and the aroma of Yangzhou fried rice wafted throughout the entire room.
Miranda’s eyes immediately lit up. This was the familiar aroma that was so intoxicating to her, and it was what had supported her all the way up to this point in her pregnancy.
As her condition had progressively worsened during the past few days, she had realized something. If it weren’t for the fact that she’s been blessed by all of the delicious dishes cooked by Boss Mag during these past few months, there was no way that she would’ve been able to persevere to this point. It was Boss Mag’s cooking that was keeping her and her child alive.
“Here.” Gjerj scooped up a spoonful of fried rice and fed it to Miranda. The glistening golden fried rice was emanating an alluring aroma, and the rice-sized ingredients presented a wonderful and appetizing color combination.
Miranda suddenly raised a hand and grabbed onto the handle of Gjerj’s spoon. She then looked into his eyes, and said, “Let me.”
Gjerj faltered momentarily before carefully releasing the spoon.
Miranda slowly ate placed the spoon into her mouth and savored the mouthful of delicious fried rice. It was still that familiar flavor, and the egg practically melted in her mouth. The rice-sized chunks of winter bamboo shoots and green peas were refreshing and crunchy, while the rice was chewy and sweet. There were soft pieces of ham intermingled with the grains of rice, and there also seemed to be a delightful undertone of shrimp.
All those flavors were present in this single mouthful, and Miranda felt as if there was nothing more delicious in this world.
She closed her eyes as a blissful smile appeared on her face. During her pregnancy, the thing that she looked forward to the most was dining on Boss Mag’s dishes as they could make her forget all her discomfort.
After swallowing the mouthful of fried rice, a warm sensation flowed through Miranda’s entire body. Furthermore, there seemed to be wisps of some kind of mystical energy flowing through her veins, revitalizing her body and clearing her meridians.
She shoveled one spoonful of fried rice into her mouth after another, and she found herself completely unable to stop. The sensation of her body being filled with energy was also very exciting for her. She was confident that if she could recover to her normal condition, she would be able to deliver this child.
She had three children, and there was one yet to be born in her belly; how could she just abandon them like this?
A faint smile finally appeared on Gjerj’s face as he watched Miranda scooping Yangzhou fried rice into her mouth. In the instant that he had entered the room, he had almost collapsed from despair at the sight of Miranda’s dire condition, but he had since been injected with renewed hope. Even doctors were unable to do anything to alleviate Miranda’s condition, but Boss Mag’s cooking had worked like an absolute miracle.
Boss Mag, I don’t even know how to thank you anymore… Gjerj thought to himself as he poured another bowl of chicken soup for Miranda with a gentle look in his eyes.
Parmer looked at the earthenware pot on the table, then at the food container in Miranda’s hands, and a contemplative look appeared on his face.
The servant who had brought the container of fried rice into the room was absolutely overjoyed, and she hurriedly made her way out of the room.
As soon as she emerged out the door, Old Man Williams hurried over to her, and asked, “Is Miranda alright?”
Everyone else in the courtyard was also looking at her with rapt focus.
The silence in the room left them with no idea what to expect, and all of them were dying to know what was happening inside.
Even the two midwives both wore curious looks on their faces. They had never encountered such a situation before. Under normal circumstances, Miranda should’ve already fallen unconscious from her pain.
The servant was a little flustered by the widespread scrutiny she was receiving, but she still said, “The mistress has drunk some of the chicken soup brought back by Master Gjerj, and she’s now eating fried rice. Her condition has improved significantly, and the child had also completely settled down.”
“H… How is that possible?!”
The midwives were in complete disbelief. They had witnessed Miranda’s condition for themselves; she could barely even draw breath, let alone eat fried rice! How had she managed to recover after drinking some chicken soup? Was that chicken soup the nectar of the gods?
“Yes!”
Everyone in the courtyard were elated to hear this splendid news.
At the same time, all of them began to wonder just what kind of chicken soup Miranda had just consumed to essentially bring her back from the dead.
“Haha, this is Boss Mag’s chicken soup and fried rice we’re talking about here; it’d be strange if it didn’t create a miracle!” Harrison was still sitting on the ground, but he wore a proud expression on his face.
Everyone turned their attention to Harrison upon hearing this. Gjerj was currently in the room with Miranda, so they naturally couldn’t ask him any questions, but Harrison had come back with Gjerj, and he surely knew what was in that earthenware pot and thermos container.
The midwife who’d been urging Old Man Williams to make a choice between mother and child earlier was feeling quite embarrassed, and she turned to Harrison with a vehement expression as she said, “What have you fed the mistress? Was it a magic potion? Magic potions can indeed help the mistress temporarily recover, but they’re extremely detrimental to the unborn child. In worst-case scenarios, the child could even be born with a mental disability!”
In the midwife’s mind, only magic potions were capable of facilitating such a miraculous recovery in such a short time.
This type of potion was strictly not to be consumed by pregnant mothers, as it would result in irreversible negative consequences to the child.
Everyone else was also growing quite concerned upon hearing this. It was common knowledge on the Norland Continent that magic potions were not to be consumed by pregnant women.
“How could we feed her magic potions? We’re not idiots!” Harrison immediately sprang up from the ground, and composed himself before putting on a smile as he said, “This is chicken soup and Yangzhou fried rice cooked personally by Boss Mag of Mamy Restaurant. He just came back from Rodu after cooking for the king during his birthday banquet; do you think he’ll put magic potions into his chicken soup?”