Upon hearing this, Pang Da Xian Chef was startled, "Lord Jin... Lord Jin, the little chef truly and genuinely passed the Luo Family’s Immortal Chef test! It’s just that, usually, in order for immortal food to fully exert its effects—"
Luo Zijin interrupted him, "Enough! I don’t want to hear any excuses. The task I gave you was very simple: just make so immortal food, not cultivate farmland. I only want results!"
After speaking, he left.
Pang Da Xian Chef gave a bitter smile. He didn’t consider the practical situation at all, just demanded results. He glanced back at the stove, and then at the pile of failed dishes stacked high beside it. At this point, he had no other choice, and could only make so ordinary immortal food to get by.
He sat down dejectedly, eyes vacant, and bitterly told his apprentices, "You can leave now."
"Master, aren’t we preparing the dishes?"
Pang Da Xian Chef slumped his shoulders and hung his head, "There’s no point anymore."
So apprentices tried to comfort him, but he shook his head and stopped them.
The kitchen, which should have been lively, beca very quiet at this mont.
Pang Da Xian Chef sensed that soone was still there. Turning his head, he saw it was the Immortal Farr, causing him to frown, "Why are you still here?"
Fan Wubing calmly looked at him and asked, "You’re giving up just like that?"
Pang Da Xian Chef froze. He inexplicably felt that this person’s aura seed to have undergone an earth-shattering change. This couldn’t possibly be an ordinary Immortal Farr, yet upon closer inspection, he indeed was an Immortal Farr.
He couldn’t help but retort angrily, "Do you think I want to give up? But I... I really can’t make it!" Not being able to create the dish was a heavy blow for an Immortal Chef.
Fan Wubing walked to the stove, "Light the fire."
"Hmm?" Pang Da Xian Chef was stunned, montarily not understanding what the person was doing. But noticing Fan Wubing’s hand movents, he suddenly realized that he was going to cook.
"What are you doing!" He stood up, trying to stop Fan Wubing, "Immortal Chef’s tools aren’t sothing ordinary people can just handle!"
Then he saw that the eighteen types of culinary tools, with a re wave from Fan Wubing, emitted a resonant hum and then complied with his commands.
"Light the fire!"
Pang Da Xian Chef’s heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed nervously. Startled by this command, he instinctively ignited the immortal fla.
"Eight ounces of Moon Immortal Vegetable, half a pound of Dian Shui Ling Goose, deboned with a 30-70 ratio of fatty to lean at slices, thumb-sized, four cold fragrant garlic cloves, half a Jade Finger..."
Hearing these preparation requirents, Pang Da Xian Chef imdiately felt a surge of energy. He couldn’t care less about whether Fan Wubing was an Immortal Chef. He hurriedly prepared according to the instructions.
Fan Wubing kept talking non-stop, and his hands never stopped moving.
Pang Da Xian Chef was totally absorbed into being the assistant for preparation.
With strands of unique Innate Dao Charm belonging to immortal food erging continuously from various cookware and all kinds of immortal dishes, Pang Da Xian Chef’s despairing face was completely filled with excitent and vigor. His eyes, trembling like he was eight years old again learning to make immortal food with his master for the first ti, viewed Fan Wubing as if he was perfectly rging with this space; ingredients, kitchen tools, everything seed to be a part of his body.
Smooth, natural, without a hint of discord.
It felt as if these dishes were his creations!
The sun rose high.
Various flying magical artifacts were parked at the outer island. The sound of zithers and drums mixed with the multitude of resonant bells. The Sword Ceremony of Young Master Yao of the Luo Family was in full swing. Guests from all directions, patrons from all eight sides coming together. The surging sword aura from the other side of Lake Heart Main Island filled the entire Peixun Lake with piercing Sword Intent.
The mont the last spoonful was placed on the serving plate, the list of immortal food was completely done without missing a single item.
"Alright, go ahead and deliver it yourself." Fan Wubing glanced towards Lake Heart Main Island, "That esteed person should be very pleased."
Pang Da Xian Chef looked at the table full of immortal delicacies. After quite a while, he finally ca out of the previous engrossed state. Shock and excitent began creeping through his body, launching from his heart as he realized that he had entered such a focused state by rely assisting Fan Wubing.
This couldn’t be achieved simply by concentrating. It ant that this Immortal Farr’s culinary skills had reached an extraordinary, even back-to-the-basics level!
"May... may I dare ask, Senior..."
Fan Wubing waved his hand, "Just an Immortal Farr. It’s past noon, don’t delay any further, or it’ll lose its flavor when it cools."
"Right, right! I’ll thank the senior later!" Pang Da Xian Chef quickly arranged to have the dishes delivered.
Fan Wubing left the kitchen, standing on a slope outside, feeling the aura of Peixun Lake, especially the turbulent sword aura coming from Lake Heart Main Island.
"Indeed, it carries that child’s presence... hmm, pretty good, seems like she hasn’t been slacking off. Consider this feast as her reward."
Realizing that Qingyao hadn’t arranged this, his mood lightened a bit. She’s not foolish; of course, she understands that an ordinary Immortal Chef can’t produce immortal food with superb flavor, fragrance, and efficacy.
The sun was just right; he yawned, then lay down, squinting his eyes and basking in the sunlight.
...
On Luo Qingyao’s side, she felt quite troubled.
She simply couldn’t stand being on stage, scrutinized by so many people. The Sword Ceremony, ostensibly prepared for her, was actually for the elders to showcase the Luo Family’s power to the outside, to gain face, to receive gifts, and to offer favors. To show others that the Luo Family has produced another remarkable Sword Dao genius, with boundless potential and a promising future.
Among the entire audience, could there be even one and a half people who truly cared about what she wanted?
Every guest ca to offer blessings and greetings, uttering all kinds of pleasant words, and took the opportunity to introduce their children. But what were they really thinking? Didn’t she know that these people were hoping she’d suffer from Qi deviation the very next day, losing all her cultivation and becoming a cripple? Not to ntion outsiders, even among her own family mbers, there were quite a few who harbored such thoughts.
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