Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

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The nine judges were immersed in the illusion for more than a minute before they gradually came to their senses.

Hong Qigong was the first to regain consciousness, which shows that his skill level was even higher than that of Huang Yaoshi and Guo Jing.

Shortly after, Huang Yaoshi and Guo Jing woke up one after another.

All three were high-level blue-level individuals; even if they were captivated, they wouldn't become completely obsessed. In comparison, the others were much less so, taking a full three minutes to regain their senses.

Huang Rong was the first to regain consciousness, which shows that although she wasn't very proactive in practicing, she still had a head start thanks to her combination of martial arts from both the Eastern Heretic and the Northern Beggar. No wonder she almost became one of the Five Greats during the third Mount Hua Sword Tournament.

The others, a step behind Huang Rong, gradually regained consciousness.

Instead of immediately judging who won or lost, everyone held their plates and quickly ate the remaining food until the plates were licked clean, only then stopping with a sense of unfinished business.

Hong Qigong sighed and lamented, "What a waste of my life, what a waste of my life. This old beggar has lived in vain."

Looking at Ling Chi, Dongxie was completely convinced: "I never thought there was anyone in the world who could surpass Rong'er in cooking. Young brother, just who are you?"

Everyone perked up their ears.

Ling Chi smiled slightly: "I am just a chef who pursues the ultimate culinary art."

The scene was completely silent.

"What a chef pursuing the ultimate culinary art!" Huang Yaoshi laughed heartily. "Young brother, would you like to have a drink with this old man?"

"That would be my honor," Ling Chi smiled slightly, glanced at Cheng Ying behind him, and said, "However, I also brought a little sister with me. May she come along?"

"Oh?" Huang Yaoshi nodded. "Of course, where is she?"

Ling Chi turned to look at the crowd: "Wushuang, stop hiding, come out!"

Lu Wushuang leaped out of the crowd, did a somersault, and landed right next to Ling Chi: "Big brother, I'm here."

Upon seeing her, Cheng Ying, who was standing behind Huang Yaoshi, exclaimed in surprise, "Wushuang!? Is that my cousin Wushuang?"

Lu Wushuang looked at her, her eyes filled with tears of emotion: "Cousin Cheng Ying, it's me."

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Seeing the two sisters reunited, Ling Chi and Huang Yaoshi were both relieved. However, Hong Qigong shouted to the onlookers, "Make way, the old beggar is about to jump!"

His shout reminded everyone that Ling Chi had said this Flying Toad dish could increase a person's jumping ability. Now that the food was finished, it was time to test it out.

"Yes." Huang Yaoshi had been so focused on drinking that he almost forgot about testing his jumping ability: "I also want to try and see how far this flying toad can make me jump?"

"It should satisfy you, senior," Ling Chi said with a smile.

Flying Toad, jump +2, valid for three uses.

He has eaten these three times in the past month, which has increased his jumping ability by a total of 6 points.

Jumping ability is a hidden attribute, which can be considered a talent. The strength of this talent can determine a person's upper and lower limits. After Ling Chi increased his jumping ability by six points, his standing long jump broke through the 40-meter mark to 50 meters, and when using his lightness skill, his speed increased by a full 10%.

Don't underestimate this small percentage. In a 100-meter sprint, it's equivalent to the runner-up being more than nine meters away from the finish line when the champion crosses it!

A terrifying talent.

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong's previous jumping records were over ten zhang, just under eleven zhang, but this time, they both cleared the twelve zhang mark. Guo Jing, who previously jumped nearly ten zhang, jumped eleven zhang.

The remaining people also jumped to a distance much greater than before.

Everyone was shocked.

Eating this dish can increase your jumping ability? And it contains so much of it!

Those who had painstakingly practiced light-body skills for decades had red eyes.

Almost everyone was staring at Ling Chi, and all sorts of good and bad thoughts came to mind, making Ling Chi's anus tighten.

These people... are they gay?

too frightening.

……

"Truly amazing." Huang Yaoshi's gaze towards Ling Chi became more fervent, and he grabbed Ling Chi's wrist: "Young brother, come drink with me."

Ling Chi did not resist and let Huang Yaoshi drag her away.

"Wait for me, Old Beggar is coming too." Hong Qigong didn't want to deal with such vulgar matters, so he went to drink with them.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong also wanted to go, but they had to receive heroes from all over the country and couldn't leave. Moreover, with what happened today, things were unlikely to calm down anytime soon.

The Lu family estate has countless houses. As the estate owner, Lu Guanying personally selected a quiet and elegant guest room for Ling Chi and the others. He then took out the fine wines treasured in the estate, but dared not leave them behind, and thus withdrew.

"Wushuang, you and your cousin have been reunited after so long, so don't stay here with her. Go and have some fun with your cousin!" Seeing that Lu Wushuang was a little uncomfortable, Ling Chi said with a smile.

Lu Wushuang's eyes lit up, and she took Cheng Ying's hand, saying, "Then let's go out and play. Cousin, let's go!"

Cheng Ying apologized to Huang Yaoshi before accompanying Lu Wushuang out.

"Back then, Li Mochou wiped out the entire Lu family. I was just passing by and only managed to save Cheng Ying. I never expected that her cousin would be saved by you, young man." Huang Yaoshi laughed and said, "In that case, I guess we are destined to meet."

Ling Chi smiled and said, "What you say is true, senior..."

"Don't call me 'senior'," Huang Yaoshi waved his hand. "Just call me Huang Laoxie!"

"Alright." Ling Chi didn't stand on ceremony: "Old Master Huang, you took Cousin Wushuang as your disciple, what have you taught her? If you only taught her some rudimentary skills, I'll take her away."

"Cheng Ying is my last disciple, how could I possibly hold back?" Huang Yaoshi snorted and said, "But what about that little girl named Lu Wushuang? What did you teach her?"

"It's nothing much, I just taught him mental techniques, swordsmanship, and some other miscellaneous things. His martial arts skills should be no worse than Madam Guo's."

Huang Yaoshi was taken aback for a moment before he remembered that "Madam Guo" referred to his daughter, Huang Rong.

"You certainly have a big mouth," Huang Yaoshi laughed. "A fourteen-year-old girl can't possibly compare to Rong'er. I don't believe it."

"There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me." Ling Chi shrugged. "Anyway, I'm just telling the truth."

“You two…” Hong Qigong had already drunk three cups of fine wine, his face flushed. Seeing the two arguing, he advised, “Didn’t you come here to drink? Why are you arguing? Come on, drink, drink.”

Ling Chi and Dong Xie exchanged a smile, toasted each other, and then began to chat.

Once the conversation started, it couldn't be stopped.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Brain Teasers

Huang Yaoshi had initially just found Ling Chi agreeable and wanted to chat casually with him. However, the conversation unexpectedly deepened, ranging from astronomy and geography to the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, Qimen Dunjia, calligraphy, painting, music, chess, and agriculture and irrigation. Ling Chi demonstrated profound insights into everything, proving himself to be on par with Huang Yaoshi. This delighted Huang Yaoshi, and even though it was already dark, he had Huang Rong prepare and bring in a meal so they could eat and chat together.

Hong Qigong, being a rough and uncultured man, couldn't get a word in edgewise. He got drunk early on and was carried away by his servants.

This was the first time Huang Rong had seen her father chatting so amiably with someone, and out of curiosity, she joined in the conversation. After half an hour, Huang Rong looked at Ling Chi with newfound respect, thinking to herself: "Brother Ling's erudition is no less than Father's. Just where does this young master from a prominent family come from?"

In her view, without a good family background, it would be impossible to learn so much. However, aristocratic families all advocate that "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen," but Ling Chi has studied culinary skills to an exceptionally high level, which is completely inconsistent with the style of aristocratic scions.

As Huang Rong was deep in thought, Ling Chi felt a little thirsty. He took a sip of millet porridge, saw the boiled egg in the bowl, and said with a smile, "I have an interesting question here. Would Huang Yaoshi and Madam Guo like to guess it?"

"Oh?" Huang Yaoshi and Huang Rong became interested: "Tell me about it."

Ling Chi picked up an egg and laughed, "An egg ran all the way to Shandong, and what did it turn into?"

"..."

Huang Yaoshi and Huang Rong were stunned. Huang Rong said, "What kind of question is this? An egg is still an egg no matter where it is!"

“That’s why it’s an interesting question,” Ling Chi said with a smile. “The answer is quite interesting. Madam Guo is so smart, she should be able to guess it.”

"..." Huang Rong rested her chin on her hand, pondering various possibilities, but no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't find an answer.

Huang Yaoshi felt the same way; he thought Ling Chi's question was so simple it was almost insulting to his intelligence. Yet, he was completely clueless, making him feel quite embarrassed.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the father and daughter gave several answers, but Ling Chi rejected them one by one.

Huang Rong couldn't hold back any longer: "I'm not guessing anymore! Brother Ling, just tell me the answer! Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Ling Chi smiled slightly and turned to look at Huang Yaoshi: "Old Huang, do you still want to guess?"

Huang Yaoshi shook his head: "I'm not going to guess anymore. I want to hear what this egg will turn into when it gets to Shandong."

"Haha, actually the answer to this question is very simple. If an egg goes to Shandong, it will naturally become a braised egg."

"???"

Huang Yaoshi and Huang Rong were stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a while, they suddenly realized: "Ah! So that's how it is!"

"An egg goes to Shandong and becomes a braised egg (鲁蛋), hehe, what an interesting topic!" Huang Rong laughed heartily, as if she had opened the door to a new world: "Brother Ling, it's amazing that you can come up with such an interesting topic. Are there any more?"

"There's plenty," Ling Chi laughed. "Want to hear more?"

Huang Rong nodded repeatedly: "Now that I know the pattern, I won't be unable to guess it anymore."

Huang Yaoshi chuckled and said, "I have never been stumped by such a childish question before. You give me the question, and I will redeem myself."

"Alright, listen carefully, you two." Ling Chi smiled and asked, "Question: What in the world is higher than the sky?"

"..."

Huang Yaoshi and Huang Rong looked at each other, clearly stumped once again.

The father and daughter offered various answers, including the heavens, stars, the moon, and the sun, but Ling Chi rejected them one by one. Finally, they had no choice but to admit defeat once again.

"Tell me the answer! I really can't guess it." Huang Rong was a little frustrated. She had a solid foundation from the first question, so why couldn't she guess the answer?

"You admit defeat?" Ling Chi looked at Huang Yaoshi.

Huang Yaoshi smiled wryly: "I, an old man, am knowledgeable in astronomy, geography, and human affairs, yet I am stumped by such a question. I am ashamed, ashamed. Please tell me the answer, young brother."

"It's actually very simple." Ling Chi smiled and said, "You two must have heard the saying, 'Ambition is higher than the sky.'"

"..."

Huang Yaoshi slapped his forehead hard, while Huang Rong frantically grabbed her hair: "That's right! My ambitions were sky-high! How could I not have thought of that? I'm so stupid! So stupid!"

"Haha, you two, don't be like that. It's just a game, don't take it seriously." Looking at the scene before him, Ling Chi really wanted to take a picture with his Huawei phone. Unfortunately, he didn't have any modern items on him, so he could only give up regretfully.

"No way! I won't admit defeat." Huang Rong, her competitive spirit ignited, said, "Let's try again. I'm determined to guess one question correctly."

"I'm not convinced either, I'm sure I can answer the next question correctly." Huang Yaoshi is almost eighty years old, but his competitive spirit is no less than that of a young man. He's really going head-to-head with Ling Chi tonight: "Young brother, hurry up and give me the question."

"Alright!" Ling Chi shrugged and said, "Question: Two dogs are racing. Dog A runs fast and Dog B runs slow. When they reach the finish line, which dog sweats more?"

"..."

What kind of question is this...?