I'm a male god in Liyue

"There was once a being, born from sparks from colliding rocks, who was in charge of hearth fires and people's livelihoods. He was a demon god who loved humanity and was known to the world as the Demon God of the Hearth, but later..."

"What happened next?"

"These are all things from the past, best left unmentioned."

Grandma Ping stopped talking with a smile and turned to look in the direction of Wanmintang's kitchen, immediately piquing the curiosity of everyone at the table.

What kind of twisted sense of humor does this immortal have?!

Xia Zhi felt a little helpless, shook his head, and picked up the spoon.

"Everyone, eat up! Clay pot is best eaten while it's hot; it doesn't taste good when it's cold."

"If the owner made it, it should still taste good even when it's cold, right?"

"I do not know."

"Doesn't the boss know either?"

"Yes, I created this recipe based on Xiangling's inspiration; I've never made it before."

"Big brother is amazing! It tastes so good on your first try!"

"Does Yao Yao want to eat more?"

"I want to eat it, but Yao Yao would like Master to taste the delicious flavor that Yao Yao ate yesterday."

Xia Zhi chuckled: "I see."

Yao Yao is such a filial little girl.

It's so endearing.

Unfortunately, she already has a master.

"Crab roe tofu is here! And so is braised pork and bamboo shoot soup!"

At this moment, Xiangling came over and placed two plates of hot dishes on the table.

Xia Zhi turned to her and asked, "Miss Xiangling, I wonder if the kitchen is busy right now?"

"It's alright, since it's not dark yet, there aren't many customers coming to eat. Mr. Xia, is that what you're asking about?"

"I'd like to use your kitchen to make a 'Baoshan Flying Dragon Hot Pot' like I did yesterday at noon. Is that alright...?"

"Sure! Of course! Mr. Xia, please!"

Xiangling was overjoyed and almost came over to pull him away.

Xia Zhi stood up, looked at Shen He who was about to get up with him, and said, "You don't need to come over, it'll be too crowded. You saw it yesterday, the kitchen isn't dangerous for me."

Shen He pondered for a moment, then silently sat down: "Okay."

Xia Zhi followed Xiang Ling to the kitchen. He didn't care whether or not he refreshed Grandma Ping's progress bar; his main concern was not wanting to disappoint the little girl.

At the table, Zhu Zi and Yao Yao had no appetite at all; they just stared longingly toward the kitchen, occasionally smacking their lips.

Grandma Ping found it all amusing, which also made her look forward to Xia Zhi's cooking.

After waiting for a while, Xia Zhi returned, with Xiang Ling behind him, carrying a clay pot in her hands.

"Please enjoy the [Baoshan Flying Dragon Hot Pot] made by Mr. Xia himself."

After Xiangling finished speaking, she lifted the lid of the pot.

A strange light flashed and disappeared.

Grandma Ping was stunned.

So what Yao Yao said was true!

This dish actually glows!

"Master, please eat."

Xiangling first filled a small bowl and handed it to Grandma Ping in a proper manner.

A moment later, Grandma Ping was stunned.

At the same time, Xia Zhi saw that the platinum progress bar on her body jumped up slightly.

【17%】

Chapter 100 Yao Yao is indeed a lucky little angel

Grandma Ping's progress bar increased by one-tenth at once.

Although it wasn't as good as Guoba's situation yesterday, where the rice crust was completely covered, Xia Zhi was still quite satisfied.

After a moment, Grandma Ping came to her senses from her daze.

"Master, are you okay?"

"Ah."

"Master, isn't the food my older brother makes delicious?"

"Ah."

"Master, you just saw it too, the vegetables really were glowing, Yao Yao didn't lie to you, right?"

"Ah."

Grandma Ping put down her chopsticks and looked at Xia Zhi across from her.

"I've been eating for so many years, and this is the first time I've ever seen a dish that glows like this. Mr. Xia, what's the reason for this?"

"The principle is actually very simple, but..."

"But what?"

"It's just a trivial technique that I figured out myself, so let's not talk about it."

"..."

Grandma Ping fell silent.

No, how could you attack me with my magic?

Zhu Zi looked at her serious-looking boss and inexplicably felt like laughing.

"Alright, I've made the Baoshan Flying Dragon Hot Pot that you all wanted. Enjoy!"

"Boss, I want to wait until it gets cold before I eat it, to see if it will still taste the same!"

"When will we get there? Let's eat quickly, there are still many customers waiting for a table, don't delay their meals."

"But I really want to know..."

"I'll cook it for you at home next time."

"Yay! The boss is so nice! But it seems we don't have any clay pots in the kitchen."

"We can just buy it outside later, since we'll have to buy the ingredients anyway."

"That's true! We can buy shrimp from Mr. Liu's shop; he'll definitely pick out the freshest catch for us!"

"Ah."

Before we knew it, the [Baoshan Flying Dragon Hot Pot] that had just been served was completely devoured.

Grandma Ping looked at the empty clay pot, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes.

She then looked at the other casserole dish on the table, which still had quite a bit of food left. It was made by her disciple, Xiangling.

Grandma Ping scooped a spoonful into her bowl and tasted it again.

She had thought the casserole was incredibly delicious before, but now she found it rather tasteless.

With such excellent examples already presented...

Grandma Ping finally understood how they felt when they were tasting the food.

With such a domineering restriction on taste, it's no wonder they were so perfunctory.

Grandma Ping sighed inwardly.

She used to think that Xiangling's cooking skills surpassed Master Mao's, which meant she had achieved something on this path and could now settle down and continue her cultivation.

But now that Mr. Xia has suddenly shown off such a great skill, given her understanding of Xiangling's personality, she's afraid that Xiangling's fiery and unrestrained chef's heart will be ignited once again.

However, this is not necessarily a bad thing, after all, everything is a form of spiritual practice.

After dinner, we left Wanmintang.

"We're going to take a walk over to the pier."

"Mr. Xia is in high spirits."

"After all, we've worked all day, so we should relax a bit."

"That's the truth."

"And the day after tomorrow is the Lunar Festival, so the streets have been especially lively these past few days, and there are fireworks to watch at the dock every night."