I'm a male god in Liyue

Xia Zhi smiled, feeling more and more that this immortal from Ge Chenlang City was down-to-earth and truly like a kind old lady with a gentle personality.

"We're going to Wanmintang for dinner. Do Grandma Ping and Yao Yao want to come with us?"

The little girl naturally wanted to go with the older brother because the [Baoshan Flying Dragon Hot Pot] he made yesterday at noon was so delicious. Maybe he would make it again tonight, and she really wanted to eat it!

But she resisted the urge to immediately agree and instead looked at her master with expectant eyes.

The little girl is so well-behaved and adorable.

Grandma Ping patted Yao Yao's head and smiled, "That's good, it'll be more lively with more people."

Yao Yao smiled happily: "Great! Let's go!"

Grandma Ping nodded, picked up the two food boxes full of mooncakes on the table, and with a flash of light in her hand, the two food boxes disappeared.

Zhu Zi stared in disbelief: "Huh? It disappeared!"

Xia Zhi asked knowingly, "What disappeared?"

"Boss, those two food boxes have suddenly disappeared!"

"Ok?"

Grandma Ping laughed and said, "It's not that it's gone, I just put it away."

Zhu Zi asked curiously, "You put it away? Where did you put it?"

"Another place."

"Where is the other place?"

"A small world I created using the ability of [Outdoor View]."

"Amazing!"

Xia Zhi was taken aback upon hearing this.

Isn't that referring to my inventory?

So you have one too?

Chapter Ninety-Nine: The True Lord Begins to Question Life

Upon arriving at Wanmintang, Xiangling spotted Granny Ping in the distance and rushed over to greet her: "Master! You've arrived!"

Grandma Ping nodded and smiled, "Yes, Yao Yao and I just visited Mr. Xia. It was lunchtime, so we came over to eat together and also to see you."

"Master Chef, you've come at the perfect time! I've been working on a new dish for the cooking competition these past few days. Master Chef is very knowledgeable and experienced, so please give me some advice!"

"it is good."

Upon entering Wanmintang, we found a large table and the five of us sat down together.

Xiangling stood prettily by the table and asked, "Besides Baoshan Flying Dragon Hot Pot, what else would you like to eat?"

Xia Zhi said politely, "Grandma Ping, please have some. I don't have any dietary restrictions."

Zhu Zi immediately chimed in, "Me too, you can eat either."

Shen He and Yao Yao both nodded.

Grandma Ping smiled and said, "Then I'll order: one crab roe tofu, one braised pork and bamboo shoot soup, and one..."

After ordering, Xiangling left.

Xia Zhi looked at the 6% Platinum progress bar on Grandma Ping and silently pondered how to max it out.

Judging from how she drank the juice in the store in the afternoon, although she thought the juice was delicious, she wasn't at the point where she planned to come to the store to drink it every day.

She probably only comes for a drink occasionally when the thought comes to her.

Although Granny Ping was a mortal, she lived in the Jade Capital Terrace, so he couldn't visit her often unless he had a suitable reason.

For example, Yao Yao, who lives with her...

Alternatively, use a more stable method to farm progress.

For example, feeding...

As Xia Zhi thought of this, he suddenly remembered something that seemed a little strange.

Yesterday at noon, he gave Xiangling a box of mooncakes, which Guoba ate all of them, and then its progress bar increased by 5%.

Yesterday afternoon, he gave Yao Yao a box of mooncakes, which Yao Yao took home and shared with her master. Logically speaking, since Grandma Ping ate the mooncakes he made, this could already be considered a "feeding," and her progress bar should have increased a little.

But when he first saw Grandma Ping at the entrance of the shop this afternoon, her platinum progress bar was at 0%.

This difference is strange.

It seems that only after he has seen the other person and "observed" the progress bar on the other person will the progress bar on the other person start to increase.

Everyone chatted for a while, mainly listening to Grandma Ping tell interesting stories about Xiangling's childhood. Xia Zhi said a few words at the right time, and then scrolled up Grandma Ping's progress bar to [1%].

It's currently at 7%, not even one-tenth, and it's still a long way from reaching the maximum.

"The food is here!"

Xiangling walked over, placed a clay pot on the table, and lifted the lid.

A rich, savory aroma wafted out with the white steam.

"The Baoshan Flying Dragon Hot Pot has been improved based on Mr. Xia's suggestions at noon! Please enjoy!"

Everyone picked up their chopsticks and took a bite.

Xiangling asked expectantly, "How was it?"

Grandma Ping nodded, her eyes full of approval, and said, "It's very delicious."

This was her honest opinion; the pot of mountain delicacies and seafood in front of her was perfectly blended together, far surpassing the mountain delicacies of Liuli Pavilion and the seafood of Xinyue Pavilion.

Based on her extensive experience of cooking over the years, this dish would definitely be a shoo-in for a cooking competition.

Grandma Ping then looked at the other people around the table.

Zhu Zi nodded seriously: "Delicious."

There's no sincerity involved.

Shen He said in a calm tone, "It's delicious."

There was no sincerity involved.

Yao Yao tried her best to look like she really enjoyed it: "Delicious!"

Unfortunately, the little girl's act wasn't very convincing.

Wait, what did you guys eat yesterday? Why are you so picky?

Grandma Ping paused for a moment, then looked at Xia Zhi.

Although his mooncakes were delicious, she felt that the taste of this casserole was already perfect. Even if someone else made it, the taste would probably be the same.

Xia Zhi was still savoring it carefully.

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth and explained what he had analyzed through [Mastery of Culinary Arts].

"The wild mushrooms were soaked for a little too long, the salt was added to the broth at the wrong time—too early—and a little too little slime was added, which affected the taste of the broth..."

Xiangling carefully wrote down her mistakes.

"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Xia!"

"fine."

"I'll get back to work now!"

"Ah."

Grandma Ping watched Xiangling's retreating figure and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Xia, is this how you instructed Xiangling before?"

"Yes."

"This approach is rather..."

"Something?"

"...That's so professional."

Grandma Ping thought for a moment before uttering this word.

This was the only word she could think of to describe what had just happened.

He clearly didn't see Xiangling's cooking process, but it was as if he had witnessed every detail of Xiangling's cooking from beginning to end.

Grandma Ping couldn't help but glance at his eyes, which were covered by his glasses.

Every loss has its gain; perhaps it is precisely because he lost his sight that he has such a keen sense of taste.

"It's nothing but a minor skill, not worth mentioning in front of you."

"No, even I can't instruct Xiangling like you did just now. After all, even immortals aren't good at everything."

"There must be immortals who are skilled in cooking as well."