I should be a poor host indeed if you were to leave empty-handed. I promise no solutions for your malady, but if I cannot provide succor for your body, then perhaps I can at least ease the soul.

[He is beckoned to sit, upon which Shu will pour him a steaming cup of tea.]

Please, eat freely.

[She says this, except she spends the first five minutes or so spooning things onto his plate for him. Crisp pork with rice noodles, eggplant stir fried in a thick sauce with ground meat, crab meat rice, a whole steamed flounder, dumplings, some sort of green leafy vegetable, beef with peppers, and a seafood soup.]

It sounds as if there is a story behind your ailment.