A chef gets too damn good.


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Chapter 5
The old man couldn't help releasing the arms around him.
After thirty minutes, Xia Yu took away the wet cloth that covered dough. He had a sharp steel knife in his hand and cut the dough into strips and then sprinkled oil over the noodle and added a bit of starch. He started to stretch the noodles.
It was not easy for a newbie to stretch ramen, especially when they want to get very thin ramen. That was even harder. But Xia Yu's action made the old man and Shinhara Masato open their eyes widely.
Every strip became thin noodles as he shook his hands easily. Noodles were flying in the air and each strip looked even, soft, and thin.
Bang, bang, bang…
Xia Yu placed three big bowls on the kitchen counter and used the sieve spoon to get the noodles. Xia Yu also found an empty basin to fill with hot water. He put the bunch of noodles inside the hot water and after a few seconds, he took them out and separated them into three big bowls.
After that, he opened the lid of pressure cooker. He got a spoon of soup for each bowl. In a blink, three bowls of hot ramen appeared in front of kitchen counter.
Xia Yu then took out the beef slices from saucepan and distributed them into three bowls. He also added some spring onions.
"Done!" Xia Yu took off the apron and didn't pay much attention to the ramen he just cooked. But he focused on the reminder of Chef God System:
System: "Mirror Crystal consumption completed. You have mastered the new recipe. Chef experience improved."
Huh…
He rushed to open his personal panel. Xia Yu found Xia's Beef Ramen in the recipe column.
If he completed the initial task, he could also get the second recipe: Magical Mapo Tofu.
Xia's Beef Ramen was a green recipe and Magical Mapo Tofu was blue. Did the color represent the quality of the recipes?
Xia Yu's heart was full of doubt.
Good recipes could make good food, but they also depended on the cooking skills. If you gave the best recipe and foodstuff to a rookie, he would still make food that wasn't even edible.
In Xia Yu's opinion, recipes could only provide direction or guidance. What brought it into play were personal cooking skills.
"But what does the quality of recipe mean?" Xia Yu asked the system.
"Green recipes are normal, and it means the best quality the dish can get is normal. Blue recipes are rare. If you cook well, you have chance to get glowing dish," the system answered.
Glowing dish!
The Tongue of God in 'Little Chinese Master Chef' seemed quite ordinary to Xia Yu now.
If you watched 'Little Chinese Master Chef', it was easy to find out the truth about cooking: any dish without glowing was not a good dish.
It really worked here in this parallel space? Xia Yu couldn't help thinking.
"Is this the beef ramen you cooked?"
Someone made a sound behind Xia Yu. Xia Yu turned around and it was the middle-aged Shinhara Masato entering the kitchen. Xia Yu opened his mouth and shrugged when he saw the old man let Shinhara Masato enter the kitchen without any interruption. 
"Yes, please enjoy!"
Xia Yu took three bowls of ramen to the front counter carefully.
Shinhara Masato then sat back where he originally sat. Xia Yu took an empty bowl away and put the hot ramen in front of him then turned around and entered the kitchen.
Shinhara Masato was stunned at his seat. He never thought that Xia Yu would just leave like that.
As a rookie chef, why didn't he want to hear other's opinion on his dish? Unless… he was very confident about his dish!
Harboring doubt in his eyes, Shinhara Masato sniffed rich soup flavor and beef smell. He felt that his stomach fluttered, and he couldn't help mumbling: "What a familiar feeling."
"Why does it smell like the ramen I had before?"
He lowered his head and took a sip from the bowl and his face looked satisfied. His stomach wanted more and without any thought, he used chopsticks to bring ramen to his mouth. 
It was a bit hot. Shinhara Masato chewed and his eyes were wide open.
The flexibility and texture of these noodles were wonderful!
He couldn't stop eating since the first bite. Shinhara Masato just devoured half of the bowl in a short moment. Someone reminded him: "You can try the soup. It is where the essence of Xia's Beef Ramen is found."
The voice was a bit old and with exclamation.
Shinhara Masato lifted his head up suddenly and the old man just stood next to him. There was an empty bowl in front of him. As the old man had finished off the whole bowl of ramen, even soup was not left.
"Soup?" Shinhara Masato just realized that eating too fast might miss the essence of this dish. He put down chopsticks and took a small spoon and fed himself a spoon of soup.
When the soup entered his mouth, Shinhara Masato felt his whole body become comfortable, as if he just had a bath in a spring and a secret warm liquid was washing his skin.
"Bull bone…"
"Sichuan pepper, keiko, tsaoko, ginger skin…"
"Wait, except bull bone, there's the taste of ox liver? A bit of chicken soup… umm, carrot slices? To get rid of oil so the soup can look brighter?"
He talked to himself while closing his eyes. Shinhara Masato opened his eyes after a while and saw the other half bowl of the beef ramen, then he looked at the speechless old man next to him.
"Boss Xia, your grandson is really a great chef?" Shinhara Masato looked disbelieving.
From the taste and texture, this bowl of ramen had surpassed the other bowl he had half an hour ago.
Both were beef ramen. One was made by grandpa, the other was made by grandson. According to the level of culinary, the latter was far inferior to the former. The most direct embodiment of culinary was dishes.
However, the two bowls of beef ramen broke the common sense of Shinhara. 
What was more, he was very aware of the old man's culinary, so he felt even more incredulous.
"Not a good chef." The old man's face was paralyzed, making it hard to see what he thought. "...Not even a chef. To be honest, as his grandpa, this is also my first time eating his dish."
The old man glanced at the big empty bowl on the table and thought to himself.
"You are very lucky, Mr. Shinhara."
"Lucky?"
"Right. Such great dishes, aren't you lucky?" The old man smiled with eyes closed.
Shinhara Masato felt cold suddenly and nodded. "Lucky, very lucky."
Xia Yu was cleaning the dishes in the back kitchen. He did not pay attention to the conversation in the store. 
Ding.
He completed the initial task of the Chef God System. With a system reminder, the Magic Mapo Tofu recipe appeared in the item column space. 
"Learn!"
Xia Yu used the recipe; a stream of information flew into his head. His eyes became empty for a few seconds and then recovered. 
"Soybeans, soup, tofu, pepper, pepper, minced garlic..."
He recited the materials that were needed for the recipe. The detailed cooking steps seemed to be repeated in his mind automatically. Xia Yu was eager to try.


Xia Yu made a wish to eat until he vomited. And this particular wish brought him to a completely strange spirit world which was full of cuisines.
What, Chef God System?
"You need to not only satisfy normal people's appetite but also all kinds of devils and ghosts. Use your food to move them!" the old man said to him coolly.
So, Xia Yu would never stop running on the road of becoming a Chef God.
 

Who says that it is not good to cook a restaurant?

    Even in the previous world, according to the Michelin Ombudsman's scoring standard, the restaurant's food accounted for 60% of the total, while the dining environment and services accounted for only 20% and 10% respectively.

    It is enough to rely on food to crush it. Than the dining environment and services, the narrow Chinese cuisine shop is certainly not as good as those of high-end restaurants.

    The kitchen god system is the source of self-confidence of Xia Yu. These days, under the guidance of the system, it can be said that it is reborn, and every day, the cooking has a new entry.

    "System: You have a new mission." The

    system is very time to come out of trouble.

    Xia Yu opened the task he just received, with a black line.

    "[

    Gambling with God's tongue]." "Hint: The host should raise the cooking skill to lv10 as soon as possible, learn more recipes, master the 'kitchen heart' advanced talent, and attract more diners for the restaurant. in the victory over gambling regulations in shave cutting plotter in Chennai. " "

    Reward: 1 turntable system lucky draw. "

    Huh.

    In addition to the gambling with Painter, Xia Yu also saw the second task below.

    "[First appearance]."

    "Hint: Serve 30 ordinary diners in 7 days and let the diners be satisfied."

    "Reward: Recipes "Fried Qingjiang Cuisine" (blue)."

    New recipe?

    Xia Yu's eyes lit up.

    He knew the Qingjiang cuisine and tried it. Of course, there is no exaggerated cooking in the animation.

    After all, he also wanted to taste the fried Qingjiang cuisine that he had made after mastering the recipe. Thinking of the refreshing taste of the unique vegetables, Xia Yu's salivary glands are active.

    The cooking techniques of various vegetables are also the unique skills of Chinese cuisine and cannot be ignored.

    At the same time, Xia Yu is also full of enthusiasm for defeating the singer in the gambling contract.

    A turntable lottery opportunity!

    Xia Yu remembered that he was rewarded by the 'Newbie Gift Pack' and opened the turntable lottery for free.

    It is to rely on that piece of [Mirror Crystal], he successfully made a qualified virgin cuisine, completed the initial task of the system, and got the first blue recipe in life.

    He remembers the major categories of turntable items, namely, ingredients, kitchens, recipes, consumption, and special categories.

    If you are out of luck, there is a chance to open a god-class chef talent like [God's Tongue] from a special class!

    It is impossible to say that Xia Yu has no envy on the tongue of Chennai.

    After the Yuanyue Academy, there is also a [God's Nose] Ye Shanliang, who is more successful than the pig's foot of the spirit of the restaurant, and also enters the ranks of 'Yuanyue Ten Jie' first, and has captured the original Alchemist The ninth seat of the mountain.

    If you accidentally open to a god-level chef talent, no matter what, Xia Yu must be grinning and dreaming.

    Now is not the time to compete for talent, but it is always a matter of precautions.

    ...

    watched shave cutting plotter in Chennai and new households Fei sand on the train, run away in the rain, only to turn around and Xia Yu entered the store.

    "Hey, your girlfriend seems a little capricious."

    Mu Xiaoyue grimaced at him.

    "Girlfriend? I don't have such a girlfriend. Whoever can bear it every day." Xia Yu's mouth stunned.

    "Is there an angel appearance is not enough? The value of Yan is ah, this is the sincerity, the little temper or something, was killed by the value of the body." Mu Xiaoyue looked at him, his eyes sparkling, I don't know what to think.

    Xia Yu do not want to continue this topic, language Feng a turn, asked: "? Magic bean curd, with last night's Fuqifeipian, which dish is more delicious"

    ! "Magic Mapo tofu"

    Mu Satsuki froze Hey, then answer without thinking.

    "Call..." The heart sighed in a sigh of relief. Xia Yu was really afraid of his own radiant cuisine. In the professional foodies, he was still hanged by a dish cooked by the old man.

    In this case, it would be too hurtful, and it will be a must-have. It will be crushed by the home-cooked food. Anyone who changes it will be seriously frustrated and doubtful about life.

    After chatting for a while, the heavy rain outside did not stop.

    Mu Xiaoyue and Anya are not likely to go to Tokyo in this bad weather. They simply squat in the store. Xia Yu turns into the kitchen and puts a bunch of logs with the name of the dish on the counter. Hold your chin and stare.

    When the old man is at home, the store serves 12 different Chinese dishes every day.

    These twelve dishes are selected from the traditional eight major cuisines. For example, three dishes are selected from Sichuan, Shandong, Cantonese and Su cuisine today. Tomorrow is from Zhejiang, Chinese, Hunan and Anhui. Pick.

    In the past, Xia Yu didn't feel anything. He seemed to understand and understand. Every day, under the command of the old man, he hangs the sign on the wall. But now, as the manager of the store and a chef, he feels the heavy weight of each brand.

    The black brush on the face represents a traditional dish.

    Xia Yu only grasps a small part of it, and can get the kind of hand.

    Some of the rest, some of them are involved in, or are studying, not far enough to make the guests pay for food.

    Take a light breath. Xia Yu's eyes flashed a bit of perseverance and decided to reduce the twelve dishes a day to six dishes.

    Two cuisines, each serving a three-course meal.

    After the reduction, the pressure on the shoulders plummeted.

    The old man can look at the mood, arbitrarily choose the brand to hang up, let the guests order, but Xia Yu's cooking skills are too shallow, can only pick out the dishes that they are good at, arranged on the counter.

    Secondly, there are some dishes that you are thinking about and you will get a 60-point evaluation in the system.

    The last is the plan to learn the dishes.

    He plans to arrange the daily menu for the next week in advance.

    But before the menu was arranged, Xia Yu realized that he had overlooked a very important issue.

    Who supplies the ingredients?

    The menu is based on the availability of ingredients on the day.

    "Ah..." I

    couldn't help but lick my hair. Xia Yu was a little annoyed. The old man was too hurried to go, and he didn't give anything.

    And, especially, where is the money? He used his head to buy ingredients?

    The forehead braved the blue veins, Xia Yu took out the phone and called, toot, still busy. His expression is really awkward... Hey, is the old guy really boarding the plane, or is he pulling the phone?

    Hey.

    Someone suddenly knocked on the door of the store, Xia Yu was awakened by cold sweat, throwing away the cranky thoughts, and the kitchen went to the front desk.

    "Mr.

    Godhara ?" Seeing the smile coming into the door, wearing a dark gray coat, wearing a high hat, wearing brown leather gloves, a middle-aged man dressed as a classical British detective, Xia Yu stunned.

    "We met again, boy."

    Shenyuan was taking off his hat and sitting at the counter.

    He placed a metal suitcase on the countertop, and Xia Yu noticed the surface of the suitcase, engraved with three conspicuous silver letters:

    IGO!

    The memory of the head seems to be stimulated by these three familiar letters. Xia Yu can't think of the meaning of the letters for the time being. He can only look at the middle-aged uncle with strange eyes. "Mr. God, you are coming to eat, or... ..."

    "I am going to give you something."

    He had not finished talking, and he was interrupted by the original person.

    The detective dressed up in the mouth of the uncle with a hint of playful smile, pointing to the metal suitcase on the countertop. "This is your father who is bothering me to run errands. Open it and see."

Waking up in the world of MHA (My Hero Academia).
But it is not like those fan-fic that I read in which the MC is the same age as the protagonist.

He is 3 years older than Midoriya Izuku.
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"Shit, I don't know who sent me here but at least because you didn't give me Izuku's age"

"And why I keep hearing a damn sound in my head"
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Well this is my first fan-fic I hope you like it

The treaty of bringing together the worlds of
BHNA --- boku no hero academia
SNS --- shokugueki no soma
Kenichi the most powerful disciple
As the story progresses I will try to integrate more.

Paris.
In the next few days, Jinhai and Nana visited every sightseeing place from Arc de Triomphe to Louvre museum, Eiffel Tower, Tuileries garden, Notre dame de cathedral, and cruises, they visited all the popular destinations. Nana was soon hopping like a five-year-old child who visited an amusement park for the first time.
Jinhai was always following behind her protectively, taking care of her overexcitement so that she didn't hurt herself. They took a lot of pictures together, walked around hand in hand, and were enjoying their time together. Since Huo Xiao Fan started all the mess, it was a while since they had spent time together like this.
Whenever they would go for lunch or dinner, Nana would switch on her chef mode and carefully observe and taste every dish they would serve. She even made some notes on her phone.
Looking at this, Jinhai was struck with an idea, and he immediately took her to meet the most famous chef and patisserie in Paris, Raphael Antonio.
Nana was way over the moon. It was like heaven to her. He was strict and stern by nature, but they quickly hit it off as they discussed their respective cuisines and culture thoroughly.
Raphael told her about French etiquettes, and Nana shared her knowledge about Chinese and Japanese cuisine. They even cooked some dishes together where Nana learned a lot from the esteemed chef, whether it be technique, method, or preparations.
Raphael asked with a bright grin, "Why don't you join the food festival today? It will be a nice experience for you." He spoke with a French accent. "You can assist me in the food preparations and also participate by making your food recipes!"
Nana's eyes brightened with a starry gaze.
Poor Jinhai even felt a little left out as the two chefs were totally lost in the world of food.
Nana expectantly looked at Jinhai. They had some plans to visit some other places, but now this opportunity had completely taken over her heart. She was already hopping a little, unable to contain her joy.
Jinhai sighed and gave in. How could he say no to his little wife when she was making such an adorable expression?
"Alright. But you won't tire yourself out." Jinhai intently said. He was strict when it came to Nana's safety.
Nana vigorously nodded her head up and down. She jumped into his embrace and kissed him on his cheek.
Later in the evening, at Grand Palais, a huge number of modest-sized sophisticated kitchen stations were built for chefs for them to show off their cooking skills and even give a live demo to the customers. The clinking of the utensils, the sizzling sound of frying, and the boiling soups making a sputtering noise filled the whole place.
Groups of delighted and enthusiastic foodies hopped on from one counter to another, tasting all the delicacies, and watching the chefs cook in wonderment.
A car stopped at the entrance of Grand Palais, and three figures stepped out.
A man held out his hand and smiled. "May I?"
The woman put her hand in his, and their son standing beside them sighed.
"Today will be the epitome of your lovey-doveyness. Please spare me a little." Liang Shin shook his head.
His father, Liang Zou, shot a deadly glare at him. "This is our wedding anniversary! We can be as much as lovey-dovey we want!"
He rolled his eyes.
"And you should take this chance to find yourself a girlfriend. You are already twenty-eight. How long are you going to wait for?" Liang Zou, as usual, tried to pry in his son's love life.
"Not that again." Liang Shin felt a headache coming. "Spare me that talk too."
The woman sighed. "Stop it both of you."
"Tell that to your son, Xiao Dan, not me." Liang Zou shrugged.
"Okay, this is a grand food festival, and I'm very excited about it, so don't ruin my mood, okay?" She narrowed her eyes, her gaze clearly threatening them to zip their tongue.
Both father and son shut their mouths.
They entered the venue, and immediately, the delectable fragrance of dishes invaded her nostrils.
"Mhmmm…I'm already hungry. I can't wait! Let's go!"
On the other side, Nana's station was jam-packed with customers. More than her food, they were awestruck seeing how beautiful she was. It their first time looking at such an Asian beauty. But, Jinhai, who was standing behind, was quietly warding off any potential man who would try to hit on her with his cold gaze.
The females had the same reaction to seeing Jinhai as the men had when they saw Nana. They were spellbound, seeing such a handsome man.
They were a match made for each other.
"c'est génial!" One exclaimed after tasting her food.
"tu es incroyable!"
Nana blinked her eyes. She understood English, but she didn't know French. But from their expressions, she figured that maybe they were praising her.
Jinhai chuckled and said, "They are saying that you are awesome. They love your food."
"Oh!" Nana clapped her hands once. She bowed before them, a beautiful smile gracing her face.
An arrow struck their hearts as her smile blinded them, even the females.
She asked. "How do you say thank you in French?"
"Merci," Jinhai said.
"Mer…ci?" Nana tried to spell it.
"Merci." He said again.
"Oh!" She nodded. Nana looked at the crowd again and said, "Merci!"
"Si mignonne!" They laughed.
Nana looked at Jinhai for translation, but he had a sour expression.
Did they say something bad about me?
One of them spoke English, so he explained. "They said 'so cute!' You were learning speaking French from your husband, and we all found it adorable."
Nana got embarrassed. She sheepishly smiled.
Ah…Jinhai must not have liked them calling me cute.
She sighed. How jealous my husband is…
She poked his arm to indicate to let it go.
He snorted.
As a considerable big crowd gathered around Nana's station, the Liang family reached a station, which was two places behind hers.
"I must say, every single dish is delicious." Liang Xiao Dan appreciated it.
Liang Zou and Liang Shin nodded.
"As expected of such a grand food festival. It never lets us down."
Her attention went to a side as she heard many people commenting and praising a particular chef.
"That Asian chef was so cool!"
"I never knew Chinese cuisine was that delicious! I will definitely visit the country on my next trip."
"She is so pretty too."
Her interest piqued as she realized that a Chinese chef was here.
"Zou, Shin, did you hear? There is a Chinese chef here at the festival. We should visit her station!"
Indeed, the father and son also got curious.
"Let's go."
They were about to reach there. Liang Xiao Dan tried to take a look at the chef, but there were many people assembled, so only her head was partly visible.
Suddenly, an acquaintance of Liang Zou waved his hand and greeted them. They got busy talking to him.
But somehow, Liang Xiao Dan couldn't take her eyes away from that young woman. Something like an invisible force made her wish to go to that side.
It took almost twenty minutes when their conversation got over. Liang Xiao Dan walked quickly to that station, but the woman wasn't there anymore.
"Huh? Where did she go?"
Liang Shin asked, "The Chinese chef isn't here anymore?"
She sadly shook her head. She didn't know why but a pang of sadness overcame her. It was as if she was very close to someone important to her, but she lost her again.
It was the same feeling she had when she had seen the young woman in the car a few days back. Liang Shin had tried on his end to find about her, but he got nothing.
Liang Zou patted her shoulder. "Don't worry. There are still many stations serving Asian food."
She sighed and nodded.
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Nana had promised chef Raphael Antonio to assist him with his preparations, too, at the festival. So, after managing her own station for an hour, it was time to head over to his side. So, she wrapped up all the things in her station and went with Jinhai.
If the Liang family had come a little earlier, then there would have surely been a dramatic turn of events.
Moreover, they even went to Raphael Antonio's grand section, but to their bad luck, Nana was at the backside, arranging some different food items. So, they missed her yet again.
Later, it got more crowded, and it was impossible to get the chance of meeting coincidentally again after failing twice.
Nana and Jinhai returned to the villa as the festival came to a close.
She laid in his arms. She looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you."
"Hm?"
"Thank you for bringing me on this trip. I enjoyed it a lot, especially tonight."
Jinhai gave a sly smile. "My pleasure, Madame. But how about you thank me in a more meaningful way?" His eyes twinkled in mischief.
Nana tried to shift away from him, as she fully understood his meaning. But Jinhai caught her.
"No, no, Madame." He chuckled. "You cannot run away."
With that said, Jinhai got up, pressed her body under his, and kissed her lips.


From the outside, Nana’s life seemed simple. She had everything she had ever wanted: a cute but rascally pair of twin brothers, a best friend, and her own restaurant. Nana couldn’t ask for anything more; she was happy and content in her life.

One day by chance, Nana meets Madam Chen of the second most prestigious Chen family who instantly liked her for her son, Chen Jianyu.

But this one meeting turned Nana's simple life into a hell of a rollercoaster. Amidst all the twists, when the time came to announce Nana and Chen Jianyu's engagement in the Chen's celebration banquet, someone from the shadows planned the biggest conspiracy that woke Nana to the biggest horror of her life.

What will happen next?

One thing is for sure. Nothing is as simple as it seems to be.

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Su Qingyi received the cultivation art that Yuten sent into her mind. When reading the first volume given, Su Qingyi felt familiar with every word in the first volume. She felt she had learned every word in there. Trying to remember, Su Qingyi felt her head hurt and stopped her effort to remember. Kneading her head, Su Qingyi concentrated on using the cultivation art given by Yuten and began to practice.
Using the cultivation art Su Qingyi began to inhale the qi around her. Qi that enters her body is shaped like thin threads, this qi enters the body through every pore. The qi that enters her body begins to circulate in the body following the blood vessels and meridians that are spread in her body for a few circles. Unbeknownst to her, Yuten made a protective barrier around her room so that no one could notice that a cultivator was practising at the residence of Yu Wangfu.
Practising for an hour, Su Qingyi quickly reached Physical Strength level one from having no level at all. Feeling the difference with her body made this young woman feel happy. She could feel that her body had become stronger and more flexible. Taking a deep breath, she smelled an unpleasant odour from her body covered in black mucus. The clothes she wore before starting to practice were wet because of the mucus that covered her entire body.
"Geez, what is this?!"
Su Qingyi was surprised to see the state of her body covered in mucus that smelled so unpleasant.
"Don't worry, Master. Your body has begun to trace the initial stages of cultivating so your body cleans the impurities inside to be able to make it easier for you to level up."
Listening to Yuten's explanation, Su Qingyi nodded in understanding. She immediately told one of the servants to prepare bath water so she could wash up. Standing in front of a wooden bathtub, Su Qingyi immediately took off her clothes, which became very dirty. Taking spiritual water from the space, she mixes two full cups into the bathtub. Yuten had said that she could use two cups of spiritual water for her body to bathe because she had already started practising.
After cleaning up and changing clothes, Su Qingyi felt hungry. Looking out, it was already nighttime. When she arrived at Wangfu after going out, it was just a late afternoon. Feeling tired she sent out all her maids before and wanted to rest. She did not think that just by practising to cultivate, all her fatigue could disappear quickly.
Rubbing her starving stomach, Su Qingyi came out of the room and walked into the kitchen. On the way, she met with Fulin and Yunyan. The two maids immediately followed Wangfei into the kitchen. In the kitchen, Su Qingyi found a chef and two kitchen assistant sent by Butler Chen to help her cook. Wangye's old eunuch told her that Wangye forbade her to cook alone. Su Qingyi had to use the Chef and kitchen assistants to help with her cooking so she was forced to let them help her inside the kitchen or she can't cook.
Looking at the three kitchen people sent by Butler Chen, Su Qingyi felt rather disappointed. These three people did not seem to like the job given by Butler Chen to help her. The look on their faces looked annoyed looking at her. Realizing that these three people were forced to come to help in her Hongmei Courtyard made Su Qingyi felt lazy to ask for help from these three people.
For dinner, Su Qingyi wishes to cook Chinese Shrimp Stir Fry, Easy fish soup, and deep-fried eggplant. Get lazy for called out to the three people who only looked at her with annoyed expressions, Su Qingyi made her two maids help. Chef Wang and his two assistants only looked at the young woman who was Wangye's wife now. They were initially sceptical that a noblewoman like Wangfei could cook well in the kitchen.
Even though they heard it from Butler Chen, but these three people were pessimistic that Wangfei could cook. Seeing how the young lady gave orders very expertly in the kitchen to process ingredients made these three people feel surprised. The food Wangfei was trying to make was never heard by these three people so they just silently watched and listened to all the instructions that happened in the kitchen.
Listening to all the instructions from Wangfei for her two maids made these three people want to record everything. Too bad they didn't bring a notebook so they could write down the recipe given by Wangfei to his two maids. Unable to resist seeing how lame Wangfei's two maids in helping to handle all Wangfei's instructions, the three men took over the duties of the two maids.
Seeing the three men sent by Butler Chen replacing her two maids to help cook, Su Qingyi only raised her eyebrows and let them help. The two maids were indeed not very good at handling all the instructions she gave while the three men did very well. Maybe because they have been struggling in the kitchen for a long time.
"You two can leave here. Find out if Wangye wants to have dinner with this Wangfei?"
"Yes, Wangfei."
Fulin and Yunyan left the kitchen, leaving Wangfei to be assisted by the three new kitchen employees. Smiling thinly they could see that Chef and his two assistants were interested in learning Wangfei's recipes. Seeing that Wangfei had let them help her, the two maids realized that Wangfei intended to use all three.
"Fulin, Yunyan, why did you leave Wangfei alone in the kitchen? Didn't you two help Wangfei cook?" Nanny Mo saw the two maids leaving the kitchen without accompanying Wangfei to cook in the kitchen, making her confused.
"Nanny Mo, did you forget that Butler Chen sent a Chef and two kitchen assistants?"
"Of course I remember. I'm getting old but not senile."
Hearing Nanny Mo's grunt, Fulin and Yunyan chuckled.
"The three men are now helping Wangfei in the kitchen."
"Oh, they want to help Wangfei? As far as I know, they look upset sent to help at the Hongmei Courtyard."
"Yes, they initially did not care about Wangfei. They did not even greet Wangfei when Wangfei entered the kitchen and met them. They only scowled, acting indifferently towards Wangfei." Fulin began to tell what had happened in the kitchen.
"Then how do they want to help Wangfei now?" Nanny Mo looked confused, did not understand.
"Nanny Mo, you know that Wangfei is quite adept at cooking now. Wangfei also makes new dishes now, seeing those three people they seem to like to cook. It's only natural that they are interested in seeing Wangfei cook and want to learn Wangfei's recipes by helping in the kitchen." 
Yunyan continued Fulin's explanation, making Nanny Mo enlightened. Indeed, Wangfei was now more adept at cooking compared to when they were still living in Su's residence. Maybe it's because when they were all still living at Su's residence, Wangfei couldn't get many kinds of dishes so that she could only cook simple dishes. Now Wangfei's cooking ability and variety of homemade dishes can be made because at Wangfu, whatever ingredients Wangfei asks can be given by Butler Chen to be sent to the Hongmei Courtyard.
"Nanny Mo, Wangfei wants to know if Wangye wants to have dinner with Wangfei."
"Oh, then let me send the eunuch to ask Wangye's place."

Su Qingyi was a powerful Celestial before, but she failed her trial and destroyed her body. Her spirit tool take her wounded soul to the small mortal world and make her becomes the Zi Empire Grand Marshal's replacement wife. Her rage husband hate her because she just replacement sent by his Emperor brother. 
Su Qingyi needs to make her instant husband like her enough so she can live lazily in this life. Read how she can make her husband like her

Kaya's controversy worsened. Any website related to Grand Chef talked about Kaya's past.

Not many people thought Tess Gilly was delusional. She even posted a photo of the scar on her chin, and she claimed Kaya did it. People didn't think to assume she was lying since she even posted a photo.

The netizens were split. While some were suspicious about whether Tess Gilly was telling the truth, others just took her word for it and cussed out Kaya. The facts were simple. They were classmates, friends, and they were currently on bad terms. At the same time, it was also Kaya who caused the scar on Tess Gilly's chin. Countless 'classmates' confirmed it online. The problem was that it was hard to confirm if those classmates were really their classmates.

Hilary Hahn: There's no reason to overthink it. Even if she caused that scar on her face, it's not right to accuse someone without knowing the truth.

LGE: What kind of story do you need to hear to accept that scar? That's unacceptable no matter what the circumstances were.

Erika Vlados: @LGE She's just saying it's dumb to talk about it before it's confirmed. If she really did do something wrong, she would've gone to juvie, but she didn't.

This is how it went. There wasn't enough information to be certain. But of course, some thought it was enough to criticize her, but people like that simply tainted their own reputation and became the target of laughter and criticism.

"It'll be fine once time passes."

Martin mumbled over and over. Robert frowned because he couldn't understand.

"Can't we just reveal the truth? It's not all good, but if we just tell them everything, more people will understand."

"But if we don't tell them anything, it'll feel iffy, but they'll forget. And as for the truth, besides Kaya's side of the story, we don't have any proper evidence. If we make an announcement without evidence, it could backfire on us. Trust me. This is for the best. Best for Kaya and best for the show."

According to Kaya, the scar on Tess' chin was the result of a two-sided fight, and the reason why she was the one to be expelled was simple.

Grand Chef had yet to make a formal statement on the matter. To be more exact, they simply gave a neutral answer. 'We're looking into it. What Tess Gilly claimed conflicts the truth that we've found out.' And they didn't reveal anything in detail. They had to take some time to watch the public's response.

And the result wasn't all bad. Once the 10th episode showcasing the dessert mission was aired, Kaya's middle school incident started to be forgotten. Of course, some people still liked to drag it on, but at this point, it wasn't a problem.

Martin massaged the back of his neck. His head hurt. The best thing they could do at this moment was wait. If it died down, that was the end of that, and if it came back to the surface, they had to pop it down themselves. No matter which outcome, this wasn't the time for it.

"Forget it. Let's prepare for the mission. There weren't many interesting scenes in the dessert episode. Min Joon saved it by recreating the jelly perfectly, but we can't rely on him forever. This time, let's get more viewers hooked."

"… Ugh, someone else will go home today. It always hurts to see it."

Martin smirked.

"Worry about yourself. Anyone can get disqualified in life. Do you think you'll be in that producer position forever?"

***

"It's all about you again."

Anderson growned and exited out of the window on his phone. It was understandable. He came up with a recipe after eating a dish once. There was no way other contestants got any spotlight after that. Cho Min Joon smirked and asked, "Are you jealous?"

"Not exactly. It's normal to hate seeing other people succeed."

"Seeing how you're saying that with a straight face… You're just like Kaya."

"… Stop it."

He really didn't want to hear it. Cho Min Joon smiled and picked up a skewer, but it wasn't a chicken or lamb skewer. On the stick were parma ham, tomato, and toasted bread. It was an Italian dish called bruschetta. It was a simple dish, but as soon as it entered his mouth, the salty parma ham and the olive oil spread throughout his entire mouth… And after that, the unique scent of the toasted bread took over. He exclaimed with joy.

"I didn't know bread could taste this good…"

"Bread is a basic in Europe. Just like how rice is basic in Asia."

"In my country, bread is more like a snack than a main meal."

"I know. You told me last time."

"… Did I?"

Cho Min Joon smiled with embarrassment and put a piece of bruschetta in his mouth. This time, it was just a piece of bread with olive oil on top. What was fascinating was that it was delicious, but then again, since rice and sesame oil tasted great on their own, it was a similar idea.

He glanced over at Kaya. She put a piece of Sasha's cheesecake into her mouth with a tired look on her face. She said she was sick and didn't have an appetite, so she couldn't even enjoy the dish that she made. Cho Min Joon showed a sad look on his face. She tried not to show it, but she was clearly having a hard time.

He felt bad, but there was nothing he could do for her. Hugo saw Cho Min Joon's face and cautiously asked, "Do you think Kaya's okay?"

"Of course not. There are so many mean comments about her. Kaya's still young. She's 18 years old."

"… Come to think of it, Kaya's the youngest contestant among the surviving ones."

Hugo looked at Kaya with surprise. She acted young, but since she always put on heavy make up and frowned, he never realized it, and she was very talented. A contender to win the whole thing, so it was hard to treat her like a normal teenager.

"Who's the oldest here?"

"I'm not sure. Isn't it Sasha? I think she's 28? Anderson is 22, you're 21, and how old is Chloe, again?"

"21… I didn't notice this, but all of the remaining contestants are pretty young. I thought there would have been some people in their 30s."

"That just means we're that good."

Hugo smirked with confidence. At that moment, Robert approached the table. Everyone's faces stiffened up. Whenever the youngest PD showed up, it always meant one thing. Out of Robert's mouth came out what they all expected to hear.

"The mission will start in 2 hours. Get ready."

Robert disappeared after that one remark. Kaya, who watched him blankly, knitted her brows.

"I lost my appetite."

"Me, too."

Sasha answered with a sad voice and cupped her chin. Chloe thought deeply and then glanced at Cho Min Joon.

"… What do you think the mission will be, Min Joon? You got it right last time."

"I'm not sure. I don't have an idea today."

"Do you get some kind fo special feeling for stuff like this?"

"Of course."

He answered with an awkward look on his face. Even if things happened the way it originally did, his memory was hazy, and it seemed like the judges were trying to make the missions more difficult these days. If the mission changed, his memory was useless. Chloe smirked and said, "I hope we get a mission related to Chinese food."

"… If that happens, we'll all fail except for you."

"I'm allowed to think selfishly, aren't I?"

Chloe stuck out her lip. Cho Min Joon laughed. If it was anyone else, it would have sounded selfish, but hearing Chloe say it made it cute.

But whether she was selfish or not, Chloe's wish wasn't going to come true. That lunch, the mission that the judges announced was very different.

"There are two themes to this mission. The first one is fire."

Emily spoke in a serious voice. Despite her efforts, it didn't sound all that serious, but since she was a judge, even the sound of her breathing made everyone tense. Everyone stared at Emily. Emily took a moment to soak it in before continuing.

"Fire brought civilization to mankind. Yes, that's also what created cooking. As a result, many dishes use fire. Roasting, poaching, simmering, sautee, broil, grill… Just listing them all takes quite a bit of energy. You must use one ingredient and cook it using three different methods. And the ingredient is…"

Emily paused again, but she didn't do it on purpose. Emily gulped and continued with an embarrassed smile, "I'm salivating just thinking about it. The ingredient is pork. You can grill it to be crispy on the outside, or fry it after putting batter over it. It's also good to put it in a stew to make the savory flavor come alive. Whatever you choose, I hope you make your best dishes."

"You have 2 hours to cook. We'll give you 30 minutes to come up with a recipe, so please make your decision by then."

Allan calmly spoke after Emily. 30 minutes. While he thought about how that wasn't enough time for 3 different methods, Joseph continued, "If all three of your dishes go well together, we'll give you extra points, but the most important aspect is quality. Please make your best dishes, Aand think of your recipes. You have 30 minutes."

Cho Min Joon did his best to think. 2 hours. 3 dishes. The pork came with all portions, but they butchered it in a way that suited Western cuisine, not Korean.

But he still had many choices. There were so many that he couldn't choose, and with so many different options, there were many recipes to consider. While spending time with the other contestants, he came to learn all sorts of secret recipes and know-hows. If he combined that knowledge, he could yield good results.

Cho Min Joon closed his eyes. Countless recipes popped up in front of his eyes and then disappeared. He didn't realize it, but they were passing at lightning speed. Since 2 recipes flashed by in just a second, he was 10 times faster than the others at coming up with recipes, but of course, the others took the recipes of other people or what they tried before…

When he opened his eyes, 5 minutes had already passed. Cho Min Joon organized the recipes inside his head. The first dish was Hong Kong-style fried pork belly in soy sauce, and many cooking methods were used for it. It was boiled, fried, sliced up, and then cooked down in a sauce. The second dish was a meatball cooked in balsamic dressing and paprika, and the third was pork ribs cooked with barbeque. The composition score was 6…

Cho Min Joon laughed. When it came to coming up with recipes, he significantly improved since he first started in the competition, and the predicted score for all the dishes were the same.

8 points.

Because of his love for cooking, he had thrown away his career as a teacher and had become a chef.
But despite his desires, his lack of cooking skills was the harsh truth he had to face.
But when he reached the age of 30, he had been sent back 7 years back into the past.
Another chance.

"If premium beef makes up the body of the perfect kebab, then its soul is the sauce. Sauce of the highest standard can captivate the diner's taste buds and enhance the flavor of the beef to the maximal extent. The sauce created by each and every chef is unique, and it's what sets them apart from other kebab chefs." After Mag had mastered the cow-slaughtering technique, the system's voice sounded once again.
Mag was in full agreement with that statement. On Earth, one could purchase beef of the most premium quality as long as they had money. However, the same portion of beef yielded a completely different flavor when cooked by different chefs. It was as if the chef had injected their soul into the cut of meat, and the most important factor contributing to that disparity was the sauce.
Making the sauce is quite a technical skill as well. Mag opened the condiments box nearby to discover that almost all of the 28 slots in the box had been filled.
He did have an experience bag for making the sauce, and there were three types of flavors for him to choose from, consisting of barbeque, spicy, and garlic. However, the system didn't give him the specific ratios of condiments that were meant to be used. Instead, terms like minute amount, small amount, moderate amount, and large amount were used. 
"System, you're not being very professional here. What's a minute amount? And what's a large amount? Are you trying to screw over your daddy like this?" Mag grumbled.
"Please watch your mouth! The system is not a biological being, so no 'daddy' exists!" The system's stern voice sounded.
"Don't say things in such definite terms, system. You studied Earth's history for so long, do you know who the father of Apple is?"
"Steve Jobs."
"Who's the father of the hybrid rice crop?"
"Yuan Longping!"
"The Chinese father of atoms?"
"Qian Sanqiang!"
"Then do you know why they've been given these titles?"
"Jobs founded and developed Apple, Yuan Longping led the development of hybrid rice crop plantation, and Qian Sanqiang made significant contributions to Chinese nuclear technology."
"System, you were created by me when I transmigrated to this world. Going by the aforementioned logic, tell me who your daddy is!"
"Dad… No! Don't try to distort concepts like this! It's not the same thing!" The system's voice was trembling with rage.
"You said everything yourself." Mag shrugged with a hint of a smile on his face.
"As a candidate to become the God of Cookery, it's imperative that you master the creation of all types of condiments. In order to develop this skill, the system has intentionally neglected to include specific ratios for condiment recipes. If you want to make the perfect sauce, you'll have to develop a greater understanding of all the condiments, then find a balance between them. That is a skill that a professional chef should possess." The system calmed itself down before getting back on track.
Looks like I'll have to use up all of my time in here before I can get out. Mag glanced up at the wall, only to find that more than 10 days had passed. Just killing the cow had taken him such a long time, and creating condiments was undoubtedly going to take even longer.
However, Mag didn't argue with the system, as he knew that this was indeed a very good opportunity to hone his skills.
He was still very much a learner when it came to the world of cooking, and the experience bags bestowed upon him by the system had allowed him to take many shortcuts. However, if he were asked to create a new dish of the same standard from scratch, that would be something far beyond him.
His grasp of ingredients and condiments was likely to be inferior even to that of a stay-at-home wife who cooked every day.
Now, the system was forcing him to learn about these areas, thereby essentially throwing him into the deep end.
In the face of this challenging task, fighting spirit was already burning in Mag's heart. Only through constant learning and refinement would he be able to create delicious cuisine that he could truly call his own, and only then would he be worthy of the title of God of Cookery.
The barbeque, spicy, and garlic flavors required completely different combinations of condiments. Mag began to focus on understanding the properties of each condiment, and then began experimenting with what certain condiments tasted like in conjunction with others.
The experience bag had pointed out a direction for him, so all Mag had to do was to figure out the ratios to create the perfect sauce.
The first batches of sauce that Mag created were absolutely horrendous. Thus, he began a process of constant trial and error.
Even though he was greeted by repetitive failure, he was not discouraged as a result. Instead, he carefully thought about what he had done wrong before moving on to the next attempt.
The first sauce that obtained the system's approval was the barbeque flavor sauce. With that experience, Mag was able to quickly create spicy and garlic sauces of the same standard. The three sauces all presented different flavors, and Mag was really looking forward to seeing how they would taste on kebabs.
Following the completion of the sauces, another month had passed, leaving Mag with not a lot of time left.
He pulled out a knife from the holder, and sliced the rib-eye beef into two-centimeter cubes. He then began to rub the sauce into the beef.
After marinating the beef, it was put onto bamboo skewers that were around 20 centimeters in length, with five cubes of beef per skewer. These skewers were then placed aside to be cooked.
There was a rectangular oven waiting for him in the left corner of the kitchen, with red-hot coals burning within. Mag tested the temperature with his hand before shaking his head. He waited a while longer before placing five kebabs into the oven at once.
"Sizzle~"
The beef kebabs immediately produced a delightful sizzling sound as they were placed into the oven. Oil began to bubble and flow from the marbled beef, and the delicious scent of beef began to waft throughout the kitchen.
The beef slowly darkened, and its scent began to mature.
When the beef was cooked to around medium well, Mag picked up a brush, and applied the sauce to the kebabs.
The beef began to sizzle again after being placed back into the oven, and the scent wafting through the air became even more alluring.
Amy would really like this, right? Mag's eyes lit up as that thought occurred to him.


In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

***

Ho Sung Lee watched Woong Jang cook with his arms crossed.

Woong Jang smiled and glanced over at Ho Sung Lee.

"I heard you've improved. Min Sung praised you greatly."

Ho Sung Lee watched Woong Jang's wrinkly hands as he showed a bitter smile.

"It's all thanks to your recipes. I'm not good compared to you."

"You're modest, too."

"Stop teasing me. It looks like you're making chili shrimp. Am I right?"

"You catch on quick."

"Sir."

Ho Sung Lee urged him to stop making fun of him, and Woong Jang simply laughed and nodded.

"Today's main is shrimp. Like you said, it's chili shrimp and butter garlic shrimp."

Woong Jang answered with a smile, and Ho Sung Lee continued to watch Woong Jang work with the ingredients.

The way Woong Jang cleaned up the living shrimp was fascinating.

Once Woong Jang removed the shrimps from their peel, the shrimp continued to wriggle around.

The unbelievable level of freshness caused Ho Sung Lee to gulp, and Woong Jang smiled at Ho Sung Lee, thinking he was adorable.

"Can't you do this, too? Why are you so surprised by the preparation of the shrimp?"

"Chef Woong… Is deception a hobby of yours?"

Woong Jang laughed before beginning to cook for real and focusing all of his attention on it.

Woong Jang appeared to have an opinion of his own when it came to Chinese cooking.

Since he had recipes for almost all foods, it was possible that he was highly proficient in food from all around the world.

Once a person became interested in something, they felt inclined to gain expertise, and as a result, they were bound to master the art to a very high level.

For that reason, Ho Sung Lee, who was now interested and talented in cooking, could sense just how impressive Woong Jang was as a chef just by watching him prepare food.

***

"Sir, it's time to eat."

Woong Jang announced that the meal was complete.

Min Sung, who learned how much the world had changed through the TV, turned it off and walked over to the table.

Woong Jang pulled out his seat, and Min Sung sat in front of the table.

Woong Jang was just about to leave after paying his respects when Min Sung pointed a seat, so Woong Jang looked at Min Sung with strange eyes and sat nearby.

"It's Chinese food."

"That's correct. It's called triple shrimp box, but I'm not sure if it'll be to your liking."

Min Sung smiled lightly.

"I'm sure it's delicious."

Min Sung picked up his fork.

The shrimp box that Woong Jang made consisted of chili shrimp, butter garlic shrimp, and a salad.

It had a simple image perfect for one meal.

Min Sung jabbed his fork into the butter garlic shrimp first.

He then put it into his mouth and chewed on it.

He felt the fatty shrimp meat bursting inside his mouth, and the sweet sauce smelling of butter and garlic tasted delicious.

"Can I bring you a can of beer?" Woong Jang asked.

"Sounds good."

In response to Min Sung's acceptance, Woong Jang immediately got up. He opened the fridge and brought over a cold can of beer.

Min Sung cracked it open and gulped it down.

The carbonated alcohol made him feel refreshed and pleased all throughout his body.

In order to deal with the bitterness, Min Sung immediately put a chili shrimp into his mouth.

It was sweet. The sweet chili sauce always tasted good.

And since shrimp was the main, it was bound to be delicious.

Chili shrimp was so powerful that almost everyone would agree that chili shrimp was the truth.

The combination of the sweet chili and the shrimp was perfect.

On top of that, the refreshing salad.

The sauce of the salad was so clean that it was capable of offsetting the sweet flavor of the shrimp.

As a result, despite the large portion of shrimp, Min Sung finished all of it without leaving anything.

He also finished the salad.

He could sense a special freshness and quality that was different from that of Ho Sung Lee.

'The real thing is different.'

"That was the best shrimp dish I've ever eaten. Thank you."

"Thank you."

After praising Woong Jang, Min Sung wiped his mouth with a tissue and leaned back in his seat to catch his breath.

"I heard the prices have skyrocketed."

In response to Min Sung's remark, Woong Jang nodded.

"It's to be expected. The tree that appeared in your backyard absorbed so much nutrients at a fast speed that it affected the crop industry, so the food prices skyrocketed as a result."

"What's the current situation?"

"It's just the chaos of the market caused by anxiousness. Now that the tree is gone, it will stabilize again. You don't have to worry about the things you see on the news."

Min Sung's worry alleviated, and he then heard how the world had changed from Woong Jang.

Everything depended on how fast Min Sung would get rid of the Iris tree.

But since the people of the earth had no way of knowing when that would happen, they had no choice but to get swept away by chaos.

Since the tree was removed faster than expected, Woong Jang predicted that the market would recover sooner than later.

At that moment...

"Sir."

Ho Sung Lee entered the kitchen and called for Min Sung.

"Commander Kim called. She said all of the citizens have been evacuated."

"Already?"

Not a long time had passed.

The time it took for Woong Jang to prepare the food.

Even with the time it took to eat and talk to Woong Jang considered, it still didn't take long.

So it was surprising that they had already evacuated.

"It appears that the citizens realized that the tree was going to be removed and actively responded on their own. From their stance, the quicker the tree gets cut down, the better."

Min Sung immediately got up. He went to the yard and opened his item window.

After taking out his nail and hammer, Min Sung stood in front of the Iris Tree.

The Iris tree looked so treacherous that it was almost pitiful.

The cracking status of the tree was so serious that it looked like it would fall over on its own from rotting.

Min Sung put the nail against the tree and looked up at the sky.

"Watch carefully, you gamblers."

Min Sung smirked and began hammering.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!


Following the continuous hammering, The large Iris Tree made a large cracking sound as if it was about to fall over.

Min Sung continued to hammer, and as a result, the spot where the nail was positioned broke.

Crackkkkk!

The large tree fell over.

The sight of the Iris Tree falling over was quite the sight, and in order to film it, countless helicopters and drones were in the sky.

Min Sung wasn't happy about the fact that the tree would destroy so many buildings, but surprisingly, that didn't happen.

Boommmmmm!

The mysterious tree shined with a silver light, and its fragments scattered in all directions.

The fragments were vibrant like snowflakes, and the bright light created a fantastic atmosphere.

That moment was very short, and the Iris Tree disappeared without a trace as if it had never existed.

And although the Iris Tree had disappeared, the nail and hammer Min Sung received from Themeus didn't.

He got the feeling that if such a thing happened to happen again in the future, he could use the tools again.

In order to use the items again one day, Min Sung put them back into his item window and brushed off his hands.

The realization that he finally got rid of the Iris Tree made him feel relieved inside.

And that feeling not only resonated with Min Sung but the rest of the people in the world.

'Anyway, what do I eat for dinner?'

With that thought, Min Sung went back into the house.

Deciding on what to eat was the most difficult thing to do for Min Sung.

***

The Dionysus Gods, who had gifted Min Sung experience points in Beatrice, began to gather in the function room.

They all looked angry.

They all were in the form of human beings, and they were all standing gathered around a statue.

They all stood in the way they wanted, but they all felt the same way.

They felt angry and wanted to kill Min Sung.

Upon seeing Min Sung's potential, they gifted Min Sung with experience points.

By gifting experience points and helping the player achieve great success, they could also receive a reward in return.

And that was power.

They could put great power within their hands.

For that reason, the Dionysus Gods judged the players and gifted them with experience points.

And when they picked Min Sung as a player with great potential, they thought they hit it big, and they dreamt that they would be able to obtain great power.

So what Min Sung did to them was a huge blow.

As a result, the Dionysus Gods were not fond of Min Sung, and their rage was evergrowing.

While the Dionysus Gods who gifted Min Sung experience points gathered around, only one god had yet to arrive.

The god that had yet to arrive was in the form of the Demonic Realm's Devil God, Veld.

"Why isn't that dark bastard here yet?!"

One god screamed loudly.

In the midst of the savage atmosphere, the dark gate opened, and the Devil God, Veld, appeared with his shoulders hunched over.

The Devil God, Veld, crawled in.

"Hurry in here!"

One god screamed.

Veld flinched. He walked over slowly and stood at a fair distance away.

As soon as Veld arrived, the meeting finally began.

The initial topic of the meeting was no different from talking about Min Sung, who cut down the Iris Tree, behind his back.

And Veld, who was considered the lowest-ranking god and the only one considered from the dark side, had no choice but to quietly listen without the right to express any rage.

After living in a desolate land, where there wasn't even a single blade of grass and hunger was an everyday reality, Min Sung finally returns to Earth: his home.

"Am I... back from the dead?"

Having lived off the remains of the monsters he had slain for a century, the food on Earth became a heavenly delicacy to him.

"Do NOT get between me and my meal!"

Judgment awaits those who disrupt the champion's meal.

Now, let the feast of the ultimate reincarnator begin!

Wen Xinya bid Du Ruo farewell at 4:30 pm. Du Ruo felt weird about her leaving 30 minutes earlier. Usually, Wen Xinya would stay till 5 o'clock in the afternoon.
Du Ruo casually asked if everything was alright, but did not ask further when Wen Xinya replied and assured her that there wasn't any problem.
The real reason for Wen Xinya leaving the Du Mansion earlier was because of Si Yiyan. He told her that morning he would come to fetch her. In her previous life, she was deeply hurt by that man. But in this life, she did not wish to be embroiled in sexual relations with him. However, she could not bring herself to reject Si Yiyan and knew that he was someone who would not take "no" for an answer. Therefore, avoiding him was the only thing she could do for now.
Wen Xinya left the Du Mansion and walked along the little stone path leading to the main road. She saw a black car—The Lucifer—stopped by the roadside. Si Yiyan was standing beside the car, leaning on the door. His vision was locked on her as if he could see through her soul.
Wen Xinya frowned. She felt uncomfortable with him staring at her. It made her feel she had nowhere to hide. "Didn't you say you would pick me up at 5 o'clock? Why are you so early?"
Si Yiyan had guessed her intention of avoiding him. He came earlier on purpose so that he would not miss her. "I have nothing on, so I came early. I didn't expect your class to end before 5 o'clock. I was lucky to arrive before you left."
Wen Xinya felt a sense of guilt. "Didn't you say you would send me back? Let's get moving! Ruo Ruo gave me a few recipes for medicinal cuisines that are good for Grampy. I need to return earlier to prepare and cook them for him."
She used cooking for Grampy as an excuse to leave early. Her eagerness to explain made it even more obvious to him that she was trying to avoid him.
Si Yiyan smiled and replied, "Even if you leave at 5 o'clock, it won't make any difference. You don't need to be impatient. There's a lot of time."
Wen Xinya was embarrassed for her intentions being exposed. "Are you going to drive? Otherwise, I will just hail a taxi," she said angrily while walking to the other side of the car and opening the door.
"You are behaving like a furious cute little wildcat." Si Yiyan looked at her and said in a flirtatious tone. He then started the engine.
As soon as the car reached the Mo's bungalow, Wen Xinya got out of the car panickedly and dashed into the house. She bumped into Mother He.
"Ai yo! My Young Mistress, why are you in such a hurry?" Mother He held her carefully while trying to balance herself. She was shocked by Missus Wen's recklessness.
Wen Xinya was extremely apologetic. "I'm sorry for bumping into you, Mother He."
"What happened, my dear? You were in such a rush as if you were on fire! Luckily you bumped into me and not somewhere else. Otherwise, it would be disastrous!" Mother He said.
"I got a few recipes for medicinal cuisines from Ruo Ruo. I was in a rush to prepare the ingredients so that I can cook for Grampy," replied Wen Xinya with a slight sense of guilt.
Si Yiyan walked into the house calmly. He was holding a bag in his hand. "You are in a rush to make medicine for Grampy, but you've left the raw medicinal ingredients you took from Old Du's place in my car."
Wen Xinya was furious that her excuses were being exposed.
Mother He looked at her from head to toe. She had never seen the rational Young Mistress behaving like this. She was shocked to see her so angry. "Young Mistress, why is your face red?"
Si Yiyan peeped at Wen Xinya from the corner of his eye.
Wen Xinya gave a fierce stare at Mother He and stamped her feet. "Mother He, you are irritating!" She turned around and left immediately.
Mother He did not understand what had happened. She was still confused and looked at Si Yiyan. "Young Master Si, what happened to Young Mistress? Her face was red. Is she unwell?"
Si Yiyan replied with a smile, "Nothing, she was just being shy."
Shy? Why was Young Mistress shy? Mother He saw a flirtatious smile on Si Yiyan's face and suddenly realized what had happened. She bursted into laughter and said, "Yes, Young Mistress was just being shy."
Wen Xinya came into the kitchen. She finally calmed down and sighed over her childish behavior earlier. She irked at the thought of the unforgettable love from her previous life. It was not how deep she loved that made it unforgettable, but how it was not worth her love.
Mother Jiang walked into the kitchen and saw Young Mistress standing there in a daze. Mother Jiang thought she did not have any culinary skills. "Young Mistress, I have prepared and cleaned the raw cooking ingredients as you've requested. Are you sure you want to do it yourself? Do you need my help?"
Wen Xinya took a deep breath and quickly recovered from her thoughts. "Thank you for your offer, Mother Jiang. I'll do it myself."
After leading a wandering life for 15 years, how could she not acquire any culinary skills? Moreover, after knowing him, she took up exquisite cuisine courses in order to please him. Her culinary skills were comparable to a chef from any five-star restaurant.
"Alright, I'll be right here, Young Mistress. Please let me know if you need any help," said Mother Jiang while looking at her delicate hands. It did not seem she was someone who worked in the kitchen a lot. Mother Jiang stayed in the kitchen, suspicious. In case Young Mistress hurt herself or needed any help, she would be there for her.
From heating the oil, adding ingredients, frying and brewing a pot of soup, Young Mistress was able to perform all these tasks with ease. Mother Jiang was surprised to see that. Then she remembered Young Mistress had led a wandering life for 15 years and must have gone through many sufferings. She felt sorry for her.
Wen Xinya made a dish of white eel cooked with ginseng and wolfberries. It could help in detoxification and strengthening of the heart and was very suitable for Grampy's condition. This was quite different from what was found on the internet.
It was dinner time at 6 o'clock. Old Master Mo could detect a smell of strong Chinese medicine from the dish of white eel on the dinner table. He raised his eyebrow, asking, "Is this a medicinal cuisine?"
Mother Jiang replied, "Yes! This is white-eel, cooked with ginseng and wolfberries. It can help to detoxify and strengthen one's heart. Young Mistress got the recipe from Missus Ruo Ruo and specially cooked this dish for you. I have never expected Young Mistress to have such good culinary skills."
Wen Xinya started scooping some soup into Grampy's bowl. "Grampy, please try some and see how it tastes!"
Old Master Mo was feeling surprised and happy that his granddaughter had cooked for him. "Good, good, good! That's very nice of you to cook for Grampy."
Mother He laughed and said, "Nowadays there isn't many girls who can cook. Young Mistress is a virtuous girl and a filial granddaughter."
This made Old Master Mo extremely satisfied. He took a sip of the soup. It had a strong taste of Chinese medicine. The texture of the white-eel was nice and fresh. It tasted blend with the Chinese medicinal ingredients. "Very nice, I like it."
Wen Xinya was glad and smiled. "Grampy, please eat more if you like it. I specially cooked this for you. I shall be in charge of arranging your diet from now on. You must take note and start having a healthy diet to strengthen your health," she said.
Old Master Mo was happy to have such a filial granddaughter. Naturally, he would agree to listen to her. "Yes, ok! You'll be in charge."
Si Yiyan bowed his head while secretly peeping at her. She was busy filling Grampy's bowl with food. He remained silent and smiled from deep within. He had a sense of satisfaction and started to imagine her in an apron, cooking meals for him in the kitchen. He was elated by this thought.


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

Regardless of the appearances of you monsters, I’ll take in it my stride with my capability, building a business dynasty of my own, sitting in the depths of my riches, bathing in the glistening limelight of the world. 

A certain rich empire's CEO: "Don't mind me. I'm just leaving my mark here to declaring my possession rights; I’ll wait patiently for you to grow up!" The queen's mighty return with commercial warfare fully within her grasp, she navigates the power struggles with skill and verve. When it comes to scheming conspiracies, all she has to say is, "Who are you again? Don’t even bother!"

The next dish was about to be served, and yet the diners were still busy arguing to each other which one was tastier. As the emcee reminded them to vote accordingly, they had no choice but to cast their votes one by one. 
It was la Reverie who served their next dish to the diners. After their successful Fuji Apple Chicken Salad, they presented Bruschetta with Tomato and Basil. 
"Hmm, so they have Bruschetta this time. I'm really tempted to eat what they have there." Huang Shenghao's stomach rumbled. 
"You want to eat again. Didn't you just have breakfast before we started?" Lu Xinyi laughed. 
"Hey, you should know what I feel, Sister Lu! Aren't you curious to know what those dishes they have tasted like?" he retorted. Someone with a black hole stomach like him should understand. 
Lu Xinyi tapped her chin and thought about it. Since she started attending Silver Leaf, she barely paid attention to her opponents' dishes and only cared for its execution. 
"I haven't really given it a thought before," she admitted then realized this might be one of the reasons why Huang Shenghao's skills were better than hers. Huang Shenghao studied his opponents' dishes for future references, paying attention to the details and methods used on it. 
"Don't mind him, Xinxin. Shenghao probably knows how they made their Bruschetta right now and just thinking to eat for free again." Tian Lingyu reiterated what his sister pointed out earlier. 
Making Bruschetta wasn't complicated to do anyway. One could think of it as summer on toast. It's just a mixture of chopped tomatoes, balsamic, basil, and garlic spooned over olive-oil brushed slices of toasted baguette or rustic bread… something that Huang Shenghao himself could do without breaking a sweat. 
"Good choice for them. It is a great appetizer for the season. With it being summer and grilling season, they fire-roasted the tomatoes instead of blanching and toasted the bread while they were at the grill." Tian Lingyu added before returning to his station to start plating for their entrees.
The Bruschettas served were gone in under five minutes leaving the diners satisfied for what they've eaten. After cleaning their plates, they wondered what Oriental Bliss would serve next. 
"Thank you for waiting! Our next dish is called Drunken Chicken. I hope all of you will enjoy and get intoxicated from the wonderful deliciousness this dish has," Huang Shenghao said before passing the plates to be served to the waiters. 
Each plate had sat bite-sized pieces of chicken with a shiny, bouncy skin, surrounded by wine-spiked aspic.
As Lu Xinyi placed her buns to the steamer to cook, she took an excess plate and tasted the drunken chicken Huang Shenghao created. Summer was coming to an end in a few weeks, but for areas of the country still experiencing lingering heat, this cool and refreshing dish was really appropriate at this time of the year. 
Drunken Chicken was also on her father's recipe book and the difference with Oriental Bliss' version wasn't too far. The drunken chicken was traditionally made with a whole chicken, but no matter how delicately she cooked the chicken, the breast meat was never as tasty as the dark meat.
The first time she made this, she used a whole chicken. The second time, Lu Xinyi used just the leg quarters and was much happier with the results. There were two techniques: one could use to cook the chicken.
The more traditional way was to poach a whole chicken gently in a pot of barely simmering water. The plus side was that the huge pot of water would transform into the most delicious chicken broth that's great for soups. Or one could just steam the chicken.
The dark meat was way more forgiving of the higher heat in the steamer. No one liked dried out, cardboard chicken breast no matter how much booze one soaked that sucker in. After steaming, the chicken legs released about a cup of gelatin-packed chicken stock concentrate.  After it's mixed with Shao Hsing rice wine, it solidified into delicate aspic.
The jello, gelatin, aspic… whatever one wants to call it was the best part! 
It's nothing like the strangely-colored, rubbery concoction ubiquitous. This chicken and wine-flavored aspic hugged each piece of chicken and melted instantly in one's mouth, serving as a built-in self-basting system for the chicken.
Regardless of which method the chef choose to cook the chicken, the drunken chicken was best served cold. It could be served alone as an appetizer or with a bowl of noodles in hot chicken broth or fluffy white rice for a juxtaposition of temperatures.
There's one catch—the Chinese cleaver. After cooking, it's traditional to use the Chinese cleaver to chop the chicken into bite-size pieces that could be easily picked up with chopsticks.
One decisive 'twack' was designed to cut through skin, meat, and bone. This wouldn't work using a regular chef's knife. A Chinese cleaver was heavy-duty because the weight of the knife should most of the work.
The trick was to aim well and make one strong decisive movement. Even a split-second of hesitation would translate a botched cut job where the cleaver couldn't make it all the way through the bone or bone shards.
Among all the family recipes of the Ji family, Lu Xinyi thought that their Drunken Chicken was one of the best. Huang Shenghao didn't need to change that much, and it came out succulent, tender, juicy, and full of aroma from the wine and chicken stock.
"How is it?" Huang Shenghao asked with a grin. He was confident in his remastered version of the Ji family's Drunken Chicken. He only made sure to steep the chicken the night before. 
"You know it's lip-smackingly good." She gave him a thumbs-up. "It was excellent. Tender, juicy, and bursting with flavor. The flavor and moistness of the chicken are incredible. The key is using a good wine because the chicken will taste like the wine you use—bad wine means a bad taste."


[Status: Completed]

“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” 
“Who said it had to be on the bed?” 
“What?! You wouldn’t dare kick me off the bed, and I will not share it with you!” 
“The only reason I would force you out is so I can have you on the floor.” She gritted her teeth and glared at her grinning husband. 
“Go fuck yourself!” she hissed. 
“Only if you show me how,” he winked back. 

Once the tabloids released an article claiming business tycoon Shen Yi was gay, his family forced him to date and seek a relationship to stave off the false accusations. After many failed encounters, Shen Yi came upon Lu Xinyi.

Orphaned since childhood, Lu Xinyi had no safe haven left the moment her boyfriend and her best friend betrayed her. Losing her only treasures left, she felt like dying inside as soon as she boarded that ship. However, after a week-long cruise with Shen Yi, she struck a deal with him. Now the Young Madam of the most powerful Shen family, Lu Xinyi turned into a better version of herself. She would not only fight back against those who had hurt her, but she had also taken a shot at accomplishing her father's broken dream.

Attending the country's most prestigious culinary school, Silver Leaf Academy, Lu Xinyi was compelled to compete not only for herself but also for her husband’s pride. Through Shen Yi's love and support, she dreamed to emerge victorious one assault after another from a family that she had long abandoned. Oh, but love for food can be a dangerous thing! As Lu Xinyi and her friends struggle to survive the competition and schemes, more and greater challenges await her, putting her love (for food and Shen Yi) to the test. 

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