Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 196 Goose Feather Blade, Extraordinary Guest
"A guest has arrived? What kind of guest?"

The tray ghost was dragged along by Chen Xu using his spirit control technique, floating in the air along with the short ghost, whose eyes were glazed over.

The streets of the ghost market were laid out like a chessboard, and the ghosts passing by would steal glances at the "hanging ghost" and themselves.

The tray ghost was very uncomfortable. It was born short, and even when it was being held up by a short ghost, its line of sight was usually not more than four feet high.

While this low angle may cause some inconvenience in terms of vision, it can bring a great sense of security to the pallet ghost.

Unlike now, it was bound by an invisible force and floated beside Chen Xu.

However, Chen Xu's hanged ghost figure was over two meters tall at this moment!

With a viewpoint of over two meters, the tray ghost could easily survey most of the ghost market from above.

Even though his field of vision had broadened, the tray ghost still couldn't figure out what kind of "guest" Chen Xu was referring to.

Are they the ghosts who are either hiding behind stalls or walking on the streets... peeking at Brother "Hanging Ghost"?

But what kind of "guests coming to the door" are these guys?
Could it be that "Hanging Brother" is actually planning to set up a stall?
Oh, right, Brother "Hanging" didn't seem to have said he wouldn't set up a stall.

The tray ghost's mind raced, and he felt he had figured out something important. Just as he was feeling overjoyed and excited, he suddenly heard a deep voice, as sharp as a cold blade, from the roadside: "You've seen me."

what?
The tray ghost was suddenly startled.

The sound reached my ears, though the other party didn't seem to have any obvious intention to attack.

But just hearing that sound, the tray ghost felt as if its entire ghost body had been cleaved in two from head to toe by something sharp!
Its entire ghostly body went numb, and its thoughts froze for a moment.

A moment later, it suddenly recovered.

Fortunately, he realized that he hadn't been split in two by anyone, and only then did his vision return and his consciousness clear.

Then it finally followed the sound and saw that right next to it on the side of the street, there stood a demon with a blue face and tiger-like eyes, with a fierce appearance and a long, narrow knife at its waist.

The tray ghost was stunned.

This ghost, this ghost...

The tray ghost shuddered, feeling an indescribable surge of excitement rush to the top of its head—

Even though it's a ghost, it's still a tray-shaped ghost; it doesn't have a skullcap.

But upon seeing the blue-faced demon with a waist knife, the tray-carrying demon still felt an uncontrollable sensation as if his skull had been blown off.

It wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

All that could be heard was a familiar, hoarse voice beside him, responding to the swordsman's ghostly words: "Brother Ghost has been following me all this way, and with such an outstanding presence, how could I not see you, especially since I'm not blind?"

This is Chen Xu's voice.

Chen Xu's voice was calm, but the tray ghost was inwardly turbulent, as if he were being tormented by both ice and fire.

It was screaming silently inside its heart.

W-what?
The other party had actually followed us all the way?
The blue-faced swordsman sighed and said, "I have always had a very weak presence. After I mastered my swordsmanship, even if I walked on the busiest street, surrounded by crowds of pedestrians, very few people would notice me."

But now, all that surrounds me are no longer pedestrians, but the dead.

But very few undead can spot me at a glance either.

"You can actually see me; your cultivation level must be extraordinary. Aren't you a cook?"

Chen Xu then laughed: "Brother Gui, you've misunderstood. The world's true chefs all possess extremely keen insight."

Otherwise, how could one discern the habits of all things at a glance?
If one cannot discern the nature of all things, how can one properly combine the five flavors (the sovereign and the minister) to create the finest cuisine in the world?

The swordsman found this theory quite strange; he was tall and imposing—

Chen Xu was tall and thin, over two meters tall, like a bamboo pole.

This swordsman ghost was quite imposing, standing over two meters tall, only two or three inches shorter than Chen Xu, who now appeared as a hanged ghost.

This tall, imposing swordsman walked silently, following Chen Xu through the streets of the ghost market, even tilting his head slightly as he spoke.

How would you feel if a two-meter-tall, burly man tilted his head and looked on with a puzzled expression?
The tray ghost didn't know what it felt like to be a ghost; it only knew that its own ghostly body was about to be torn to pieces.

It even deeply regretted that it had just regained its senses, that it had been sober enough to see the swordsman ghost by the roadside when the "hanging ghost" mentioned that guests had arrived. The more lucid it was, the more terrified it felt.

The tray ghost could only tremble as he listened to the swordsman ghost ask, "Understanding the nature of all things and properly combining the five flavors? Is that the secret to your delicious porridge?"

Chen Xu said: "The way of cooking is consistent with many principles in the world."

The ability to discern truth begins with a clear perspective and the ability to distinguish between the four elements and five flavors.

Dao Ke Gui tilted his head again and said, "Four Qi and Five Flavors... This term sounds vaguely familiar to me, but some of my memories from when I was a human are now blurry, and I can't recall it for the moment."

Tray Ghost: ...

The tray ghost continued to tremble.

It wanted to shout, "Don't forget your memory! Don't scare people like ghosts!"

Then, Brother "Hanging" said in a casual tone, "The four qi and five flavors are actually the terms used by doctors, like the roles of monarch, minister, assistant, and guide, which are also principles of pharmacology."

The principles of pharmacology are interconnected with the principles of cooking, and similarly, with many other principles of life.

This time, the swordsman ghost didn't tilt his head again. He said, "I think I understand what you mean."

Just as when I draw my sword, if I have an enemy, I must first clearly understand all his weaknesses before I strike directly at them and kill him with one blow.

If I can only make one strike, I will never make a second one.

"So... this is the secret to the exquisite art of your cooking?"

Tray Ghost: ...

The tray ghost was even more confused; this time, he was completely bewildered.

It couldn't understand why they were talking about the way of the knife when they were talking about the kitchen.

What kind of inexplicable connection is this?

But Chen Xu said, "That's exactly right. It's like when we dissect ingredients. We should be like the ancient sages, like the butcher Ding, who skillfully butchered an ox."

The approach is to first identify weaknesses, and then address them accordingly.

Naturally, all ingredients in the world can be put into the jar at the best time.

Alternatively, it can be steamed, boiled, fried, or deep-fried, etc.

In addition, whether food is delicious or not also depends on whether the recipient likes it.

If you like sweet food, but I make bitter, sour, or spicy food, then no matter how well I cook it, the diners will only curse and complain, and will never say it's delicious.

The swordsman asked in disbelief, "Bitter, sour, and spicy—who would actually find them delicious?"

He speaks in a very interesting way. Even though he's a ghost, he always unconsciously thinks about things from a "human" perspective.

Chen Xu said unhurriedly, "It seems that you don't like sour, bitter, or spicy food, but you do have a sweet tooth."

The swordsman said, "It shouldn't be too sweet either; just a little bit of sweetness is fine."

Finally, he revealed his purpose in approaching Chen Xu: "The porridge you just ate reminded me of something I... I used to eat at home."

But when I got closer, I felt there were still some differences.

If you can make a bowl of porridge exactly like the one at my house, I also have some treasures at my stall that you can choose from.

Perhaps you could take them all; that wouldn't be so bad.

He pointed to a stall not far ahead.

But the stall was facing a huge, tall scale, the Yin-Yang Scale!

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the swordsman's stall was located in the innermost circle of the entire ghost market.

At this point, the tray ghost finally blurted out, "Fellow ghost, this...this...this is the Wild Goose Ghost King!"

(End of this chapter)