The Spirit of Gourmet

Chapter 207 The Little Fat Chicken's Enthusiasm

"Sorry we're late."

A tall man strode up to Qin Lang and the others. Looking at the ruins of the houses and rice paddies behind them, his expression tightened. "I am Song Yang, the captain of the security management team of the Danju City Royal Chef Association. Have there been any casualties?"

"No, not at all." Qin Lang shook his head. "Even if there were casualties, they were from the treasure hunting team."

"That's good." Song Yang breathed a slight sigh of relief and couldn't help but glance at Qin Lang again.

He was naturally familiar with this contestant who had made it to the finals of the cooking competition, but he never expected that this accident would involve him as well. Fortunately, no one was injured or killed in the end.

Otherwise, if it affects the cooking competition, the negative impact might spread to other cities in Tianhua Prefecture, and the situation would become even worse.

"Who called earlier?" Song Yang asked.

“It’s me.” Yu Zaozao raised her hand. “But you’d better ask Qin Lang and the others for details, because I went into hiding after I made the call.”

"Okay." Song Yang nodded slightly, then looked back at Qin Lang. "The explanation over the phone wasn't clear enough. Could you tell me the whole story?"

"Okay." Qin Lang nodded and cooperated by explaining how he and Yang Xingze met, including why they came here today.

After listening, Song Yang's gaze fell on the cage next to him, where a precious spirit lay on its back, looking utterly hopeless.

"So, a rare spirit appeared in Mr. Yang Xingze's home, and that's why the rare spirit hunting team came. And you just happened to be here, protecting the rare spirit and driving away the rare spirit hunting team?"

“That’s right.” Cao Dongdong puffed out his chest. “It would be best if the public security management team could award us a ‘Good Samaritan Award’.”

"There really isn't any reward for that," Song Yang shook his head, both amused and exasperated. "At most, I can try to secure a bonus for you."

His expression immediately turned serious. "Although the members of the treasure hunting team have escaped, you have provided valuable intelligence. We will organize manpower as soon as possible to issue warrants and pursue them."

"In addition," Song Yang glanced at the houses and rice paddies behind them that had been reduced to ruins, "the cost of repairing this part will also be borne entirely by the Spirit Chef Association. After all, the attack on the citizens of Danju City by the Treasure Hunting Team was a dereliction of duty by our security management team."

"Thank you so much." Yang Xingze and his mother looked grateful.

"No need to thank me, it's what we should do." Song Yang smiled, then changed the subject, "But besides that..."

"I need to know more about what Mr. Yang Xingze plans to do with this rare spirit."

“As you saw before, the Rare Spirit Hunting Team knows you have a Rare Spirit in your possession, and they will definitely target you in the future. This is a relatively high-risk situation.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Xingze fell silent.

After experiencing this unexpected disaster, he realized how naive his previous idea of ​​keeping Zhenling alive had been.

This is something he cannot possess.

Seeing that Yang Xingze's expression softened, Song Yang smiled and then said, "If possible, I hope you will hand over Zhenling to the association. We will assign someone to properly nurture her and give you sufficient financial compensation..."

“No need.” Yang Xingze seemed to have made up his mind, and looked up at Qin Lang. “Qin Lang, I want to give it to you.”

"For me?" Qin Lang couldn't help but show a surprised expression. "The compensation from the Spirit Chef Association is quite substantial; I certainly can't afford that much."

"I don't want your compensation." Yang Xingze shook his head. "When I needed support and encouragement the most, you tasted my food, gave me your feedback, and moreover..."

Yang Xingze paused, then smiled, "Besides, weren't you going to teach me how to cook a dish?"

"Let's use that as compensation for what you gave me."

"You rascal." Qin Lang looked at Yang Xingze, both amused and exasperated. One dish in exchange for one rare spirit isn't nearly enough, is it?

"What do you think, Auntie?" Without immediately agreeing, Qin Lang turned to look at Yang Xingze's mother.

“Xingze’s meaning is my meaning.” Mother Yang nodded with a smile. “He used to be very withdrawn and didn’t have many friends except for Chi Yu. After getting to know you, Xingze gradually changed.”

“He has become more cheerful and more proactive in interacting with others.” Yang’s mother said with a hint of relief in her eyes. “Zhenling never belonged to us, so please accept her.”

"Since Auntie says so, then I shall accept it without hesitation." Qin Lang nodded and took the cage. Then, with a sudden thought, he took out a beautifully packaged box and handed it to Yang Xingze.

"What is this?" Yang Xingze asked curiously as he opened it, and his eyes widened when he saw a pair of silver-white antlers shimmering with a faint light inside.

"This is a precious deer antler, produced by a rare deer species," Qin Lang smiled. "After slicing it thinly, we can stew it in soup... ah, no..."

Thinking of Yang Xingze's cooking skills, he quickly changed his tune, "Make tea with hot water and have your aunt drink some every day; it will help her recover faster."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xingze was immediately unable to utter a word of refusal.

"It seems this precious spirit has already found a suitable owner." Song Yang sighed regretfully. "In that case, I should take my leave."

“A dedicated person will handle the repair costs with you.”

With that, Song Yang waved his hand and left with the rest of the security team.

After watching Song Yang leave, Qin Lang's gaze fell on the cage in his hand.

"Little one, you heard what we said, right?" Qin Lang didn't open the cage immediately, but instead smiled and said to the precious spirit inside, "From now on, follow me, and I will protect your safety."

"Are you willing?"

“Woo~” Zhenling’s eyes were no longer empty, but there was still a hint of wariness in her eyes when she looked at Qin Lang.

Having been arrested so many times, it no longer trusts anyone.

Seeing this, Qin Lang was not in a hurry.

He calmly pulled the little chubby chicken out of the Traveler's Book.

"Cuckoo?"

The little chubby chicken was suddenly pulled out, its eyes filled with a blank stare.

"Hey, have a good chat with your kind." Qin Lang pushed the chubby chick towards the cage.

The two rare spirits looked at each other through the cage and soon began to communicate in a low, guttural voice.

After the exchange ended, the rice spirit no longer looked at Qin Lang with wariness, but instead with a hint of eagerness.

According to that chicken, following this man means you can eat food full of star power every day, and your growth energy will be so abundant that it will overflow!
"It seems they've reached an agreement."

Qin Lang smiled and nodded, but in his heart, he was also a little doubtful.

The little chubby chicken seemed to be putting in a lot of effort to persuade them…

Could it be because this is a rare and precious rice variety?

(End of this chapter)