Chapter Eight: Jade Trio Clear Broth

At that moment, an elderly man with a long beard, tall and imposing, with spirited, discerning eyes and an extraordinary bearing, stepped out into the courtyard. Fang Guohuan, seeing him, quickly moved forward, cupped his hands, and said, “Are you the esteemed Elder Stonefish?” The old man glanced at Fang Guohuan and Zhao Mingfeng, nodded, and replied, “Indeed, I am. I heard that someone was kneeling and begging outside my gate; I wanted to see what kind of glutton they might be.” Zhao Mingfeng, hearing this, felt ashamed. He glanced at Zhao Sheng and the others, who had already risen, and was momentarily at a loss. Fang Guohuan hastened to explain, “Elder, you misunderstand. We have come today to challenge you at the game of Go. If we win, we hope to taste the renowned delicacies of your household. What the others did earlier was merely to draw your attention.” Stonefish’s expression flickered with surprise, then he laughed heartily. “Excellent! If you have the skill, come in.” With that, he invited Fang Guohuan and Zhao Mingfeng inside. Zhao Sheng and his companions waited outside, exchanging bewildered glances at Fang Guohuan’s strange approach.

Stonefish led Fang Guohuan and Zhao Mingfeng into an elegantly furnished and spotless hall, where not even a speck of dust could be found. Most striking of all was a rustic portrait hanging in the central alcove, depicting an elderly man in yellow robes, his white beard trailing to the floor, with a kindly countenance—though none could say who he was. Stonefish addressed them, “Since you gentlemen know my rules, who among you will face me in a game? To be frank, months have passed without a worthy opponent; my hands itch for a match.” Fang Guohuan bowed respectfully. “Junior Fang Guohuan dares request your instruction.” Stonefish, seeing it was Fang Guohuan rather than Zhao Mingfeng who would play, looked surprised. He glanced at Zhao Mingfeng and remarked, “I had thought this Master Zhao might be one with great fortune at the table.” Fang Guohuan replied, “Elder, your eyes are sharp. I have come to play on behalf of Master Zhao Mingfeng.” Stonefish was startled. “For you to play on another’s behalf is rare indeed. Very well—let’s speak more after our game.” He seated himself with Fang Guohuan at the Go table to the side and gestured for Fang to make the first move. Fang Guohuan acknowledged, “Thank you for your courtesy,” and, with practiced ease, placed a black stone at the center point. Stonefish started, an expression of astonishment crossing his face. “Ah! There’s some flavor here.” He responded in turn. Zhao Mingfeng, knowing something of the game, saw Fang’s opening move and wondered, “Does this Fang Guohuan possess great skill at Go? If so, what fortune for me to have befriended him.” He rejoiced inwardly.

After more than fifty moves, Fang Guohuan grew wary: “This old man’s skill is formidable—truly a master. I must tread carefully.” On Stonefish’s side, surprise had long since set in. “This youth, so young, yet his skill is unparalleled—never have I met his like. Opening at the center, playing for the grand balance—he’s a prodigy, a national champion in the making! The younger generation is indeed to be feared.” He played with increasing caution. By midgame, Fang Guohuan made a horizontal move, sealing off a great dragon of his opponent’s. Stonefish was inwardly shocked: “He cuts with the force of an ox—such maturity in his play! These moves of press, block, and anchor are masterful; the outcome is clear, I cannot win now.” He pondered a moment, then sighed, shook his head, and conceded, saying, “Master Fang, you are a true national champion; I admit defeat.” Fang Guohuan breathed out in relief, replying, “Elder, you are too kind.” Though defeated, Stonefish was delighted, laughing aloud. “I once used Go to fend off idle beggars, never expecting it would attract a master like you—an honor indeed!” Zhao Mingfeng, witnessing all this, was overjoyed.

At that moment, a young woman in yellow entered from the side door, smiling. “Grandfather, have you lost so thoroughly today? Don’t let another like Scholar Cao take advantage!” Stonefish laughed. “Today, I met a true master at the game—I am thoroughly convinced. Xing’er, it’s your turn to display your skills and fulfill these gentlemen’s wishes.” He then introduced her. “This is my granddaughter Xing’er. Her culinary skills far surpass my own. Let me boast a little: today, only the two of you can claim the greatest fortune of all.” Fang Guohuan and Zhao Mingfeng realized this young woman was the true master and greeted her with great respect, to which she returned a graceful curtsy. Zhao Mingfeng, visibly moved, said, “To taste your culinary art is a blessing beyond measure.” Xing’er glanced at him and asked, “Did you win the right yourself?” Zhao Mingfeng flushed with embarrassment. Fang Guohuan quickly interjected, “I played on his behalf because Master Zhao is a true gourmet, who travels far and wide in pursuit of fine cuisine, making him a kindred spirit to your family’s craft.” The grandfather and granddaughter were surprised. Xing’er, unconvinced, said, “So the world does have such food-obsessed people—he must be a wealthy idle gentleman. I’ve seen plenty of such vain types who think themselves gourmets after tasting a few famous dishes. If my grandfather hadn’t lost to Master Fang, I’d never cook for such a person.” With that, she turned and left. Zhao Mingfeng, thus rebuked, was mortified, unable to respond. Fang Guohuan shook his head.

Stonefish smiled, then invited Fang Guohuan and Zhao Mingfeng to sit. A servant brought tea, which they enjoyed together. Stonefish sighed, “I have secluded myself for years, shunning worldly affairs, yet people still seek me out. It seems there is nowhere for quietude in this world.” Fang Guohuan replied, “To live among men is to share in the affairs of men. With your extraordinary culinary skills, it would be a waste not to share them.” Stonefish was moved. “You speak truly, but the world is too muddled, and I must keep myself clean.” Fang Guohuan, surprised by his words, sensed Stonefish was no ordinary man and respected him all the more.

Zhao Mingfeng, grateful that Fang had won the game for him, eagerly anticipated the feast to come. Noticing the portrait in the hall, he asked, “Elder, who is the sage depicted in this painting?” Stonefish looked up solemnly. “That is my ancestor Han Zhong, chief chef to Emperor Gaozu of Han.” Zhao Mingfeng exclaimed, “Then the famed Han Yugong of today is his descendant? Could it be that you are…” Stonefish smiled, “After all these years, someone still remembers the name ‘First Chef Under Heaven.’ Indeed, I am Han Yugong.” Both Zhao Mingfeng and Fang Guohuan were astonished, Zhao Mingfeng especially so; he exclaimed, “Master Han, I have searched far and wide to witness your legendary skills. To meet you today is a blessing from the heavens—please accept my bow.” He performed a deep salute. Han Yugong, seeing his sincerity, hurried to raise him. “Master Zhao, there’s no need for such ceremony. Please, be seated.” He then observed Zhao Mingfeng and said, “You are clearly a nobleman, yet you forsake ambition for the pleasures of the palate—why?” Zhao Mingfeng answered respectfully, “Since childhood I have found joy in fine food and care nothing for fame or fortune; all I ask is to taste the world’s delights.” Han Yugong nodded. “To live so freely is rare indeed.” Fang Guohuan smiled, “Master Zhao is a true kindred spirit to you, Elder.” Zhao Mingfeng, excited, said, “My passion for food is incurable. Now that I’ve met the greatest chef alive, I shall desire nothing more.” Han Yugong laughed, “That title is no longer mine; the true master is in the kitchen now, preparing your feast.” Zhao Mingfeng rejoiced, “How fortunate I am to meet not one, but two masters today—no, three!” He bowed deeply to Fang Guohuan. “Thank you, Master Fang, for making this possible. I did not realize your hidden talents and beg your forgiveness for any slight.” Fang Guohuan replied, “No need for thanks. It is I who am grateful to have befriended you and met Master Han.” Han Yugong laughed. “Let us not stand on ceremony. Fate has brought us together as kindred spirits; I am most delighted.”

A servant entered. “Miss invites you and the gentlemen to dine.” Zhao Mingfeng was overjoyed, though a little regretful. “Master Fang, you only won one game, so today we’ll have only one dish. Perhaps tomorrow you’ll win two more?” Han Yugong laughed. “Such rules are for ordinary guests. With you, one game is enough.” Zhao Mingfeng, delighted, said, “If you’ll excuse me a moment, I’ll send my men back to town.” He hurried out. Han Yugong watched him go, shaking his head. “He has forsaken wealth for his passion—truly devoted.” Fang Guohuan said, “Master Zhao’s dedication is rare. Now that he has found you, I hope you will accept his sincerity.” Han Yugong nodded. “Since you vouch for him, I will do as you ask.” Fang Guohuan rejoiced. “To unite a great chef and a true gourmet—what a story!” Han Yugong laughed aloud.

When Zhao Mingfeng returned, Han Yugong led him and Fang Guohuan to a bright, airy dining hall. Vines climbed the window lattices, flowers bloomed outside, and a gentle breeze filled the room with fragrance. An eight-immortals table was set with four bowls and spoons, four chairs placed precisely. Han Yugong invited them to sit. Soon Han Xing’er arrived, carrying a steaming, large white porcelain bowl, which she set in the center. The bowl was thick and lustrous, unlike ordinary porcelain. Zhao Mingfeng and Fang Guohuan peered in and were disappointed to see nothing but clear hot water, with a single large soup ladle—no sign of any delicacy. Both were puzzled. Han Yugong, however, nodded to himself.

Han Xing’er sat beside them, smiling, “Forgive my humble offering—please, help yourselves.” Zhao Mingfeng and Fang Guohuan exchanged confused glances. They had assumed the water was for rinsing, but with Han Xing’er’s insistence, they realized, after all their anticipation, that the so-called delicacy was merely plain water. Noting their hesitation, Han Xing’er urged again, “This soup is best tasted hot, or it will lose its flavor.” Saying this, she ladled portions into their bowls. Zhao Mingfeng, more bewildered than ever, finally asked, “Miss Han, how are we to taste this plain water?” Han Xing’er frowned, “What? You think this is just water? And you call yourself a gourmet! You fail to recognize my special ‘Three-Flavored Jade Purity Broth.’ If you don’t want it, so be it!” Zhao Mingfeng and Fang Guohuan were dumbfounded. Could this bowl of water truly be a delicacy?

Han Yugong interjected, “Master Zhao, don’t mistake Xing’er’s intent. Let me ask: of all dishes, which comes first?” Zhao Mingfeng answered, “Soup, of course.” Han Yugong nodded. Xing’er added mockingly, “At least you know that much. But do you know why?” Zhao Mingfeng replied, “A dish may have a few flavors, but a soup can contain hundreds—easy to make, hard to perfect.” Han Yugong agreed, “Indeed, you are a true connoisseur. This broth, the ‘Three-Flavored Jade Purity Broth,’ is Xing’er’s own creation. Its clarity gives it its name; the flavor is subtle, unique, and it has wondrous effects. Even I taste it only a few times a year. Xing’er wanted to show off her skill to you two, but as it resembles plain water, no one recognizes it—not even a gourmet like you.” Zhao Mingfeng, abashed, rose to apologize, “I was ignorant, please forgive me.” Han Xing’er, seeing his discomfort, laughed. “Never mind. Taste it while it’s hot and let me know your thoughts.” Zhao Mingfeng, relieved, solemnly took a spoonful. The broth was slightly thick, different from water. As he brought it to his mouth, he paused, closed his eyes, and sighed with pleasure, “Marvelous! My life is complete!” He took a second spoonful, swaying with delight. “I could die happy right now!” Han Yugong and Xing’er smiled as they tasted their own broth.

Fang Guohuan, seeing Zhao Mingfeng so enraptured after just two spoonfuls, was amazed. He hesitated, then took a sip himself. The flavor was extraordinary—a rich, lingering aroma and sweetness that seemed to bathe every organ and limb. The warmth and fragrance suffused his whole being, leaving him feeling as if he were immersed in a fragrant mist. In awe, he drank two more bowls, ever more entranced. The Han family took only a spoonful, then set down their spoons to watch the two guests.

When the soup was finished, Zhao Mingfeng and Fang Guohuan reluctantly set down their bowls, realizing how lost they had been in the experience. Seeing the Han family smiling at their rapture, they flushed with embarrassment. Zhao Mingfeng exclaimed, “Miss Han, you must be a celestial chef descended to earth to create such wonders—I feel like a god!” Fang Guohuan added, “No wonder Master Zhao would give up all else for food—life is truly about such moments!” Han Xing’er smiled, “With such praise, this broth was worth making. But you’ve only tasted the first of its three flavors—two remain.” Zhao Mingfeng asked, “How can a broth be divided into three flavors?” Han Xing’er replied, “You’ll soon see.” She took away the bowl. Zhao Mingfeng quickly asked, “Why is the serving bowl so thick?” Han Xing’er laughed, “You’re observant. The aroma of this broth doesn’t rise from the surface, but is released upon contact with objects. This thick bowl is specially made to keep the fragrance from escaping.” With another smile, she left. Fang Guohuan and Zhao Mingfeng now understood why the aroma was so internalized, and marveled.

Han Yugong explained, “Hot, this broth invigorates the body, lifts the spirits, dispels cold and gloom, and improves the flow of blood.” Zhao Mingfeng praised, “The taste is extraordinary, the sensation unique—surely the world’s number one broth!”

Han Xing’er soon returned with a second bowl of Jade Purity Broth, now merely warm, as clear as ever, with a gentle warmth on the surface. She said, “The Three-Flavored Jade Purity Broth: hot, warm, and cool—each offers a different experience. Please, try it.” Zhao Mingfeng and Fang Guohuan now took it seriously, savoring its mild, delicate fragrance, which seemed to drift like mist through the body, leaving them light as clouds. Fang Guohuan exclaimed, “So clear yet so fragrant—like an elixir!” Zhao Mingfeng agreed, “A single broth, three experiences—truly food of the immortals.” Han Xing’er laughed, “You are indeed a true gourmet, able to appreciate every nuance.” Zhao Mingfeng replied modestly, “I am unworthy before you.” Han Xing’er smiled and, seeing the warm broth was gone, promised, “One more flavor remains.” She took the bowl and left. Fang Guohuan remarked to Han Yugong, “With Xing’er’s skills, you must live like an immortal every day.” Han Yugong replied, “Delicacies should not be overindulged; only by varying the fare can one truly appreciate it. Hunger makes even coarse food delicious. It’s all about context.” The two guests nodded in agreement.

Han Yugong added, “The warm broth harmonizes the body’s energies and has many health benefits.” Han Xing’er then brought the cool version. Fang Guohuan was surprised, “There’s even a cool version?” He tasted it: like fresh well-water, but with a refreshing fragrance that invigorated him from head to toe, leaving him clear-headed and exhilarated. “Today’s fortune is unmatched,” he declared. “Were there a hundred flavors, I’d never want to stop.” Han Xing’er laughed, “It’s actually made from a hundred ingredients.” Zhao Mingfeng was astonished, “How is it both so clear and so varied?” Han Xing’er replied, “That’s a family secret.” Han Yugong explained, “Xing’er uses a special method to blend and clarify the hundred ingredients—so complex that even I cannot replicate it.” Zhao Mingfeng was filled with admiration. Han Yugong continued, “The cool version is especially good for clearing the mind and refreshing the spirit.”

Han Yugong went on, “Once, the famous Medicine King passed through here, tasted Xing’er’s broth, and called it a marvel—its medicinal effects increase severalfold when used as a base for remedies.” Han Xing’er added, “The Medicine King said my blending skills rival his own in making medicines, though I am but a humble cook.” Zhao Mingfeng replied, “You are too modest—your art is as great as his. He cures ailments, but you bring joy, which is just as valuable.” Xing’er was visibly pleased, and the others smiled.

Suddenly, Zhao Mingfeng stood and bowed deeply to Han Yugong. “To meet you and Miss Han, and to taste true flavor, I know I can find happiness nowhere else. I sincerely request to become your disciple, to serve you all my life—will you grant me this favor?” Xing’er interjected, “Impossible! You only want to be a disciple to indulge your appetite. It’s really us who would end up serving your mouth!” Zhao Mingfeng protested, “Though I love good food, my wish to learn is genuine.” Han Yugong shook his head, “I no longer take disciples. You seek the wrong master.” In desperation, Zhao Mingfeng knelt to Xing’er: “If Elder Han will not take me, please accept me as your student!” Xing’er jumped away. “You’re shameless! If you had behaved, you’d just have enjoyed your three flavors and left. Now look what trouble you’ve made!” Zhao Mingfeng, seeing her anger, was flustered and at a loss, pitiable indeed for a nobleman brought so low by his appetite. Han Yugong, feeling sorry, and recalling Fang Guohuan’s earlier request, spoke, “Fang Guohuan has earned the right by winning the game; according to my promise, Zhao Mingfeng may taste all the delicacies he wishes, but neither Xing’er nor I can accept him as a disciple.” Fang Guohuan, admiring Han’s integrity, said, “Since that’s settled, let Zhao Mingfeng supply the finest ingredients, Xing’er cook them, and Zhao enjoy the results. Each can display their talents—what do you say?” Xing’er agreed, “Since Master Fang won the game, I have no objection, but once a month is enough.” Zhao Mingfeng protested, “Once a month might as well be never!” Han Yugong mediated, “Let’s compromise—once every ten days. That way, the flavors remain fresh.” Xing’er accepted her grandfather’s decision, and Zhao Mingfeng acquiesced. Fang Guohuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With matters settled, Fang Guohuan rose. “Master Zhao has his wish, Miss Han can showcase her art, and both have found kindred spirits. I congratulate you all, but I must take my leave.” Xing’er, moved by Fang’s skill and ambition, tried to persuade him to stay. “If you have no urgent business, please stay another day. Let me prepare a banquet in your honor.” Han Yugong and Zhao Mingfeng also urged him. Unable to refuse, Fang agreed to stay, to everyone’s delight. Xing’er declared, “Tomorrow, I’ll prepare a special feast to bid you farewell.” Zhao Mingfeng exclaimed, “Another chance to taste Miss Han’s art!” Xing’er shot him a look. “It’s for Master Fang. You’re just along for the ride.” Zhao Mingfeng grinned, “So long as there’s good food, I’m content. Do you need any special ingredients? I can have them brought from town.” Xing’er replied, “It’s my treat; what I cook is my choice.” Zhao Mingfeng, now in awe of Xing’er, dared not protest. Fang Guohuan then discussed Go with Han Yugong for a while before taking his leave, promising to return for the banquet.

Back at the inn, Zhao Sheng, seeing how long they had stayed in Shiyan Village, was eager to hear what delicacy they had enjoyed, but Zhao Mingfeng only smiled and said nothing. That evening, Zhao Mingfeng ordered a lavish meal from the Four Seas Restaurant and dined late into the night with Fang Guohuan, grateful that Fang had helped fulfill his dream. The next morning, Zhao Mingfeng offered Fang Guohuan two hundred taels of silver as a parting gift. Fang refused most of it, accepting only fifty taels. Zhao Mingfeng left the others at the inn and rode with Fang Guohuan back to Shiyan Village.

Upon arrival, Han Yugong welcomed them. Zhao Mingfeng, not seeing Xing’er, asked, “Where is Miss Han?” Han Yugong replied, “Not wishing to delay your journey, Xing’er rose early to prepare a special banquet for Master Fang.” Fang Guohuan, touched, expressed his gratitude. Han Yugong added, “Xing’er never cooks for idle or gluttonous guests; if she cooks with heart, it’s for someone she respects.” Fang was deeply moved.

After some tea, Xing’er entered, delighted to see them, and led them to the same hall where they had tasted the Jade Purity Broth. The moment they entered, a rich aroma enveloped them—a table filled with fine meats and fish, all beautifully presented. Zhao Mingfeng nodded, “A true chef’s skill shines in meat dishes and unique flavors.” Once seated, Xing’er presented a flask of “Hundred Flowers Wine” brewed by her grandfather, which filled their cups with floral fragrance. Zhao Mingfeng sampled it, nodding, “Excellent wine! I never paid much attention to drink before; my focus was always on the food.” Han Yugong remarked, “Wine is also an important part of culinary enjoyment, with its own special world.” The Han family urged their guests to enjoy the meal. Zhao Mingfeng, tasting the dishes, could not stop praising them. “I have eaten many famed dishes north and south, but never anything so perfectly flavored—delicious!” Fang Guohuan laughed, “Master Zhao is a true connoisseur; I, on the other hand, simply eat my fill, unworthy of your skill.” Han Yugong replied, “Everyone enjoys good food, but only the truly devoted can appreciate its highest realms.” The two guests feasted with great pleasure.

Soon, Zhao Mingfeng noticed something odd—all the meats were boneless, yet retained their shape and rich flavor. He exclaimed, “Miss Han’s skill is truly astonishing—these meats are flawless, yet boneless, as if they never grew bones. What is your secret?” Fang Guohuan was also puzzled, picking up a fish head. “Surely the head must have bones!” But upon tasting it, he found it as tender as flesh, with no trace of bone. Han Yugong laughed, “You have both been fooled—this is a tofu banquet; every dish is carved from bean curd.” The two guests were astounded. Upon close inspection, they realized the meats were indeed sculpted from tofu. Xing’er smiled, “Tofu, well prepared, can mimic hundreds of dishes. It is the gentleman of ingredients.” Zhao Mingfeng shook his head, “I am ashamed—yesterday the broth, today this feast, I have been thoroughly outwitted.” Xing’er teased, “You haven’t seen anything yet; there are many delicacies you’ve yet to taste.” Zhao Mingfeng could only remain silent. Fang Guohuan, amazed, asked, “How do you make tofu so indistinguishable from real meat, each with its own authentic texture and flavor?” Xing’er explained, “With firm tofu, carved into animal shapes and filled with various stuffings, then flavored and colored through a special method. You were both completely fooled.” She was quite pleased with herself. Han Yugong added, “Our method is unique: once the flavor is extracted, the original meat is discarded. This is one of our family’s secrets.” Xing’er continued, “Another secret is the use of my grandfather’s vegetable essence, which enhances the taste of our soups and dishes.” Zhao Mingfeng was intrigued, “What is vegetable essence?” Han Yugong replied, “By refining the five grains with vegetables and meats, I created a colorless, crystalline substance of exquisite flavor. But even with the finest ingredients, it depends on the cook’s hand—my dishes never quite match Xing’er’s.” Both guests were full of admiration.

After the tofu banquet, it was well into the afternoon. Fang Guohuan, seeing the time, took his leave of Han Yugong, Xing’er, and Zhao Mingfeng, mounted the horse Zhao Mingfeng had given him, and set off once more for Tianyuan Temple in Lianyun Mountain.