There's something wrong with me

Chapter 180 Is this a deity?

It was almost eleven o'clock.

On the path outside the inn.

A squad of soldiers carrying guns ran after a car.

A minor official was driving a small car.

Peng Ge sat in the passenger seat, legs crossed, looking at the inn getting closer and closer.

At this hour, the lights are still on, making it very conspicuous in the suburbs.

'Their business is so good?'

How much money can I make with 30%?

Upon seeing this scene, Peng Ge couldn't help but sit up straighter, noticing that the tables and chairs outside the inn were almost full.

at the same time.

"Look, there are soldiers over there..."

"Are they heading this way?"

"Judging from the clothes... he's one of General Hang's men..."

When most of the guests outside the inn saw the group of soldiers coming, their happy drinking atmosphere was instantly shattered, replaced by a cowardly demeanor where they dared not utter a sound and could only bury their heads in their food.

Only a few individuals went their own way, continuing to drink and chat.

They were somewhat influential figures in this area and knew a few people.

In addition, they dutifully sent money to General Hang every quarter.

Therefore, they were not very afraid of these soldiers and junior officers.

Of course, I was still a little panicked, but for the sake of saving face, I could only pretend to be calm.

They themselves didn't even realize that they were speaking softer without noticing.

Or rather, all the guests prayed that these people were just passing through.

It just backfired.

Wow!

The car stopped in front of the inn.

Brush brush brush—

The officers and soldiers also dispersed around, seemingly surrounding the entrance with an imposing air.

However, the discipline is a bit too lax.

Some soldiers even sniffed hard, inhaling the aroma in the air while glancing at the food on the guests' tables.

It smells delicious!

As soon as Peng Ge got out of the car and smelled the aroma, he knew that this inn was destined to be a success.

Because he has been to many high-end restaurants and eaten many dishes made by top chefs.

His palate has long been spoiled.

Even ordinary chef's meals couldn't attract him.

Even when his brother talked about how delicious Zhang Feng's cooking was, he felt that the other person was exaggerating.

So he never came.

But at the moment.

The aroma of food in the air alone made him feel incredibly hungry.

Based on this alone, he knew that Zhang Feng's culinary skills had surpassed those of any chef he knew.

"Boss Peng!"

At this time, some people who knew Brother Peng greeted him with bows and scrapes.

Brother Peng waved his hand slightly and ignored these people.

When the leader arrived at the inn.

The arrival of Brother Peng and his group brought silence back to the inn.

"Factory Manager!"

When the shopkeeper saw Brother Peng arrive, he was extremely enthusiastic and jogged out from behind the counter.

"Oh." When Peng saw the shopkeeper, he nodded slightly out of respect for his nephew and said, "Where is your head chef? Take me to see him."

Just then, a waiter came out carrying dishes.

It is an authentic braised pork dish.

When Peng Ge saw this, he waved his hand slightly again.

His subordinate was quite shrewd; he took two steps forward, took the dishes from the waiter's plate, and casually pulled out a pair of chopsticks wrapped in floral cloth from his shirt pocket.

Peng Ge didn't care whose food it was; he picked up his chopsticks, blew on it slightly, and took a bite.

As the succulent chunks of meat entered my mouth, the taste was not greasy at all. Instead, it had a crunchy texture reminiscent of eating fish scraps, along with the fresh aroma of the riverbed.

These flavors are clearly somewhat conflicting, and even the textures are awkward.

But it's just delicious, indescribably delicious.

After that, Peng Ge didn't care about anything else and picked up his chopsticks again to eat a few more bites.

"Gulp..." The people next to me were also looking on with envy, and their stomachs were even craving more.

'How can such a small place have such great culinary skills?' After a few bites, Brother Peng realized that he had just lost his composure a little.

But then I thought about how people often imagined us to be the kind of rude people who, once they sat down in an inn, would take off their clothes and start shouting.

So I was actually quite shy just now.

"Let's go to the kitchen."

Peng Ge had been thinking about it, but now that he had enjoyed the delicious food, he was even more eager to see Zhang Feng.

And to be honest.

He no longer wants Zhang Feng to open any inn.

Wouldn't it be great to be the head chef at General Hang's house?
'If I found a chef like this for the big boss, he'd probably value me even more!'

As a trusted confidant of Hang, Peng Ge knew that his master not only loved money but also enjoyed good food.

Or rather, most people like to eat it.

However, General Hang had the upper hand because he printed money and had money.

This is reflected in the following aspects.

Whenever General Hang went to a new place, he would visit the local grand restaurants or try the local delicacies at famous small shops.

This is inevitable.

Peng Ge was also a confidant of General Hang, so he naturally ate along with him, which is why his palate became so discerning.

Now, there is a super chef who far surpasses all the chefs that Brother Peng knows.

Its value is self-evident.

Peng Ge had even imagined that when Zhang Feng was sent over, General Hang would be overjoyed.

Wow—

As he pondered this, Peng Ge lifted the curtain in the backyard and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen has no door, allowing the various aromas of food to waft out from inside.

When you go into the kitchen, the temperature has risen a bit.

Hehe—

There are three stoves burning, and now there are six people in the kitchen.

The former head chef and a newly recruited head chef were stir-frying, while three apprentices assisted them.

Their stir-fries are ordinary dishes, but the prices are higher than those in regular inns.

After all, Zhang Feng had been guiding them for several months, so their skills had naturally improved.

And this moment.

Peng Ge didn't look at the two of them, but recognized Zhang Feng at a glance, because the strong fragrance in the air was coming from Zhang Feng's direction.

Watch as Zhang Feng cooks with such ease, every movement seemingly natural and effortless.

Peng Ge felt that 'Chef Zhang' must be him, even though Chef Zhang looked very young and was completely different from the fat and big-eared man he had imagined.

"Master Zhang?"

Peng Ge called out from the doorway, this time very politely.

He waved his hand for the third time, this time signaling to the soldiers who followed him not to come into the kitchen area.

"Who are you?" Zhang Feng had activated six spiritual senses, multitasking, and had already seen Brother Peng arrive.

But I really don't know who he is.

However, judging from the people following him, and the fact that his nephew said he was going to notify some factory manager.

So he must be the factory manager.

"My brothers all call me Pengyaozi," Peng said with a smile. "I heard from my brothers that Master Zhang's cooking is excellent, so I came over tonight to see him."

He couldn't hide his amazement as he said this, "But I didn't expect Master Zhang's skills to be so good! If I had known earlier, I would have come to support Master Zhang long ago."

'He speaks in such a sophisticated manner, unlike a soldier,' Zhang Feng thought, feeling he was more like a businessman from the martial arts world.

In other words, it's a kind of 'righteousness' based on the code of honor'.

It's not that he's loyal, but rather that the military uniform combined with his rhetoric just feels awkward.

The same suit and bow I saw before.

Now, Zhang Feng also knows what this awkwardness is; it's like those Republican-era dramas on TV, full of polite formalities.

It's all so fake.

"I just have a skill to rely on to make a living."

They were fake, and Zhang Feng was fake too; they were also trying to blend in with them and into the life of this era.

"Master Zhang is being too modest!" Brother Peng was pleased to hear Zhang Feng's humility, fearing that some people might be arrogant because of their talents.

Of course, he thought that Zhang Feng was being so humble because of this.

That must also be related to the row of soldiers outside the door.

The complete dominance in terms of strength made Peng Ge feel that most of the people he met were humble.

At the same time, after saying these words, Peng Ge looked at the two dishes in the kitchen that had not yet been served.

These were all made by Zhang Feng, and they can be described as having excellent color, aroma, and taste.

Peng Ge couldn't resist and ate it directly.

Zhang Feng didn't care, but instead thought that Brother Peng's line was good.

Originally, I was thinking of taking things slowly and getting to know General Hang gradually.

But now an even bigger figure has arrived, and he is now directly associated with General Hang.

Then we can use him as a springboard to directly contact General Hang.

Zhang Feng immediately came up with two plans in response.

First, techniques and methods.

Second, cooking skills.

Zhang Feng quickly rejected one of them.

Because if you use magic in front of him, and then ask him to introduce you, that's why you need to do so.

Therefore, he would not recommend the general, perhaps because he was concerned about the general's safety or the cultivators present.

After all, I don't yet have that kind of overwhelming strength.

Of course, you could hold a knife to his throat and force him to make an introduction, but that would just be creating unnecessary trouble for yourself.

Zhang Feng currently only wants stability and to devour knowledge.

Let's find a stable knowledge site first.

So, cooking skills are the breakthrough point.

If that doesn't work, then let this guy get another rare, intractable disease that won't kill him, and then I'll happen to know about it and treat him.

Superb medical skills are also a connecting thread.

However, Zhang Feng had not yet decided what to use specifically.

After eating a few bites of food with satisfaction, Hang Ge said to Zhang Feng, "Are you interested in cooking at the General's Mansion? If so, I can introduce you."

“Okay.” Zhang Feng agreed immediately.

……

Honestly, Zhang Feng didn't expect to get in touch with the general so quickly.

But then I thought, my cooking skills have already broken world limits, so it seems pretty normal.

However, they might be checking their own identities, which means the introduction will take a while. While waiting, Zhang Feng didn't sit idle.

Select some simple dishes and teach them to the chef at the inn.

After all, he had already discussed expansion with the shopkeeper.

Although man proposes, God disposes, and I've achieved my goal much faster.

But the idea of ​​opening a large restaurant, which he had always wanted to do as a chef, still lingered in Zhang Feng's mind.

Finish these things.

Zhang Feng even made a special trip to the city to tell the "corpse-driving brothers" to hold things steady for now.

They didn't ask any further questions.

Furthermore, this fellow Daoist Lin is not yet fully recovered. Even if they wanted to run around, they would be afraid of delaying his recovery.

Similarly, Zhang Feng was thinking of waiting until he was stronger before dealing with Yangshan.

……

Who would have thought that Peng Ge and his team would spend a whole month investigating this?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. These days, if you have nothing, you have to ask around.

Finally, when it was discovered that Zhang Feng was innocent and not someone deliberately sent from somewhere, they realized that he was innocent.

Zhang Feng also entered General Hang's residence.

His home was in a large city two hundred miles away.

The conditions and atmosphere here are indeed much better than in the city near the guesthouse.

At least the colors are much brighter, and there are quite a few colorful 'nightclubs' at night.

……

"You'll be working here from now on."

After bringing Zhang Feng to the mansion, Peng Ge left.

Zhang Feng also met General Hang, a powerful figure in the Ming Dynasty.

Zhang Feng, however, was used to dealing with big shots and wasn't particularly excited.

On the contrary, I felt that General Hang was a slightly overweight middle-aged man.

He looked somewhat dignified, but mostly he had a smiling, business-like demeanor.

Then, the thing I do most every day is cook more than twenty meals.

Besides the general's entire family, there were also five cultivators in his residence.

Their skill level is just so-so, not comparable to the 'corpse-driving brothers'.

However, it has some basic spiritual structure.

……

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed since I came to the manor.

Zhang Feng's daily routine consisted mostly of cooking during the day and sneaking into one of General Hang's studies at night.

In contrast to the martial arts world, where everyone prefers to hide their secret manuals.

General Hang placed the magic manuals in this study and allowed the five cultivators in the manor to view them at any time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Feng continued to use his position as a cook to find a chance to investigate.

After all, my strength is currently too low, and it wouldn't be good to expose it too early.

so.

Another year has passed.

As Zhang Feng gradually learned, his physical constitution reached [242], and he acquired ten spiritual thoughts.

He was practically invisible in the household, just doing his own job.

And they were carefree.

Zhang Feng also learned the technique of 'Fire Spirit Protection'.

It was the best technique in the study, and also the main topic Zhang Feng had been analyzing over the past two years.

Its structure is more complex than that of the soil spikes, and it is drawn with two strokes.

It's just two strokes, yet the difficulty increases exponentially.

Because while the first stroke is being drawn, before the second stroke is formed, the structure of the first stroke will have an irregular rhythm.

This requires focusing your attention on controlling and constantly modifying the second stroke, corresponding to all positions of the first stroke, to form a complete structure.

The control and management of force require even more meticulous attention.

Zhang Feng felt that this was training his 'control over his spirit and spiritual energy'.

It also exercises the mind.

Of course, even if you only draw a rough sketch, you can still demonstrate some of your skills.

But Zhang Feng likes to strive for perfection, and he wants to make everything related to knowledge as close to perfect as possible.

Furthermore, self-control requires practice.

Otherwise, one would be unable to perform the tricks one desires, such as calling a deer a horse.

And so, after entering the General's Mansion, he underwent two years of training.

Zhang Feng can now also cast 'Fire Spirit Protection' instantly.

The appearance of this spell is to cover the chest, back, and limbs with fire elements, forming a 'armor' that is not entirely protective.

This is the protection of the Fire Spirit.

It looks a bit abstract.

Zhang Feng is now trying to maintain a balanced state by adding more ingredients, aiming to cover his entire body.

Interestingly, Zhang Feng also tried to combine the addition with the depiction of the earth element.

Simply put, it involves taking some lines from the Fire element and trying to add them to the Earth element.

In the process, Zhang Feng unintentionally drew a technique similar to an 'earthen wall'.

This can be considered a 'promotion' for the Earth Thorn.

The complexity is '1.7 strokes'.

This gave Zhang Feng a boost, as he felt that the basic principles of spiritual energy were interconnected.

……

January has arrived again in the blink of an eye.

This afternoon.

General Hang watched five cultivators practice their spells in the courtyard, surrounded by soldiers.

"General."

At this time.

After Zhang Feng finished cooking, he also took several mess sergeants to deliver food to the group.

"Zhang Feng is here."

When General Hang saw Zhang Feng, he also showed the smile that was always on his face.

His whole family really likes Chef Zhang Feng.

But it was precisely the general's entire family that valued him.

This also displeased several cultivators.

After all, in their minds, Zhang Feng was at most an ordinary cook.

Fortunately, Zhang Feng did not become complacent.

They also felt that Zhang Feng was sensible, so they hadn't deliberately bothered him in recent years.

However, today...

After delivering the food.

Zhang Feng didn't leave. Instead, he glanced past the water sword they were practicing in the courtyard and then looked at the rooftop of a small building three hundred meters away.

At the edge of the rooftop, there were two gunmen dressed in gray.

To a normal person, their clothes seemed to blend into the cement platform.

at the same time.

They were holding old-fashioned sniper rifles, secretly hiding behind the fence, aiming at this spot.

A close look at their stern demeanor reveals an air of rigorous training and competence.

Zhang Feng felt that they didn't seem to be seeking revenge, but rather like professional assassins sent by a general.

It was from this that I saw this crisis.

Zhang Feng suddenly realized that he had been stable for almost three years without even noticing.

"Humph!"

But at this time.

One of the cultivators in the courtyard, seeing that Zhang Feng was still standing there and staring at his water sword, said with displeasure, "What are you, a cook, looking at? Can you even do that?"

As he spoke, he manipulated the water sword to circle around Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng observed for a few moments and realized he didn't know the structure of the water sword. Instead, he was studying the more amazing armor and earth spikes that were being upgraded. So he honestly said, "No."

"Haha!" The cultivator laughed upon hearing this, and then, while withdrawing the water sword, said, "You cook, you may not know magic, but you can at least cook, right?"
Instead of wasting time secretly learning, you should cook more dishes.

"Hmm." Zhang Feng thought for a moment, but didn't say anything. He focused more on what those people were up to, about 300 meters away.

"Hey, Master Li, say less." General Hang was a peacemaker and didn't want his people to start arguing.

In his mind, it didn't matter whether it was his cook or his monk.

These are all indispensable parts of his life.

So, harmony brings wealth.

But just then, when General Hang wanted to offer some more advice...

boom!
Two gunshots rang out, one after the other, aimed at General Hang.

"There's a gunman!"

"Protect the general!"

And just as everyone heard the gunshot and instinctively wanted to protect the general...

Rumble—

Zhang Feng had already raised his hand slightly, and a wide spike, resembling an earthen wall, instantly surged out from the bluestone bricks and stood upright in front of General Hang.

The bullets were completely embedded in the earthen wall.

"This is... an earthen wall?"

"Zhang Feng... is a cultivator?!"

"Such a thick earthen wall, such strong spiritual energy fluctuations, what realm is he at?"

"It was formed in an instant..."

The people inside the courtyard were terrified.

"Damn it! There's a powerful cultivator!" The two gunmen three hundred meters away were startled when they saw Zhang Feng looking at them. They turned around, dropped their guns, and ran away.

Wow!

While everyone was astonished and the two were fleeing...

The earthen wall collapsed.

Two deformed bullets were revealed in the air.

As Zhang Feng beckoned, he also enhanced the bullet with his internal energy and spiritual power. With a whooshing sound, the bullet shot rapidly into the distance.

Do all of this in a few seconds.

Zhang Feng looked at the soldiers who were still in a daze.

"Three hundred meters to the southeast, on the rooftop of a small building."

"I've shot both assassins in the back; they're unconscious now. Tie them up and interrogate them."

"Yes..." the officers and soldiers responded subconsciously, and after seeing General Hang nod in shock, they immediately ran over there.

blah blah...

As several officers and soldiers went to carry out their orders, the sound of their footsteps brought many people back to their senses.

After a few seconds of hesitation, General Hang immediately looked at Zhang Feng and asked, "Zhang...Zhang Feng, are you...are you a cook?"

“Yes, I am a cook.” Zhang Feng looked at the crowd who were staring at him in horror. “But I never said that I was just a cook. Nor did I say that I was not a cultivator.”

As Zhang Feng spoke, he looked at the several cultivators who were filled with astonishment, and then pointed to the turned-up bluestone ground.
"Gentlemen, you may not be able to stop bullets, but you can at least lay floor tiles, right?"
Instead of wasting time staring blankly, why don't you use your magic to smooth the ground down?

(End of this chapter)