Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

The father and daughter were stunned again.

Huang Rong got up to leave.

"What is Madam Guo going to do?" Ling Chi asked, somewhat surprised.

"Go catch two dogs and see which one sweats more?"

"..."

Ling Chi quickly stopped her, both amused and exasperated: "Madam Guo, it's just a game, and the answer isn't what you think. Weren't the first two questions enough to warn you?"

"..." Huang Rong sat down again, calmed herself down, and thought about the answer to the question.

The same goes for Huang Yaoshi. He is learned and talented, and he thought that nothing in the world could stump him. Unexpectedly, he was stumped by this child's question today. His reputation as the Eastern Heretic was really going to be shattered.

Just as the father and daughter were racking their brains, Guo Jing walked in: "Rong'er, it's getting late, you should go and rest."

"Brother Jing, wait a minute. I'll go rest once I guess the answer," Huang Rong said casually.

"What answer are you guessing?" Guo Jing asked, taken aback.

Ling Chi smiled and said, "It's a simple and interesting question. Would you like to try and guess it, Master Guo?"

"Oh, is it really that simple?" Guo Jing scratched his head. "I'm not very smart. If my father-in-law and Rong'er can't guess it, then I certainly can't."

“That’s not necessarily true,” Ling Chi said. “The question I set is very simple, but the approach to the answer is a little different. Anyone who isn’t an idiot can probably guess the answer.”

"Then let me guess!" Guo Jing sat down and asked, "What's the question?"

Ling Chi repeated the question, then laughed and said, "Master Guo, why don't you guess?"

After listening, Guo Jing scratched his head and said, "How can a dog sweat? I've seen many dogs, and not one of them sweats."

"What did you say?!" Huang Yaoshi's eyes widened as he stared at Guo Jing. "Say it again!"

Guo Jing was startled: "Say...say what?"

"You're saying dogs don't sweat?" Huang Yaoshi asked.

“Yes!” Guo Jing nodded. “I don’t know why, but no matter how hot it is, dogs don’t sweat.”

"I see, I see." Huang Yaoshi laughed heartily. "This question is wrong from the start. Dogs don't sweat at all, so how can you compare which one sweats more?"

Huang Rong had already figured it out and said, "I know, the answer to this question is: dogs don't sweat at all."

“Not bad!” Ling Chi nodded with a smile: “Actually, this question tests common sense. As long as you pay more attention to the details, you can always discover a lot of knowledge and reach a consensus. But how many people would pay attention to something like dogs not sweating? Huang Yaoshi and Madam Guo, you are a hundred times smarter than Guo Daxia, but it is precisely because you are too smart that you have overlooked the essentials and forgotten the nature of things.”

"Alas! I am ashamed, I am ashamed." Huang Yaoshi covered his forehead and shook his head repeatedly: "Such a simple truth, yet I have been blind to it. I am not as good as that silly boy Guo Jing who can see it clearly."

"Father~~~~~" Huang Rong didn't like hearing that. Even if her father didn't like Guo Jing, he shouldn't have called her husband a fool in front of outsiders.

Seeing his daughter side with her husband, Huang Yaoshi felt a pang of sadness and shook his head repeatedly: "Alright, it's getting late, go and rest! Don't upset the baby."

Seeing Huang Yaoshi back down, Huang Rong's expression softened, and she said, "Father, don't stay up too late."

"Understood." Huang Yaoshi waved his hand.

Huang Rong stood up and apologized, "Brother Ling, I am pregnant and cannot keep you company. The servants are outside the door; just tell them if you need anything."

"Madam Guo, please go and rest!" Ling Chi stared at Huang Rong's belly and smiled, "The fetus is unstable within the first three months, so Madam Guo must rest well and not overwork herself."

"I didn't expect Brother Ling to know these things." Huang Rong chuckled, and said meaningfully, "Brother Ling's wife will have a very easy time if she becomes pregnant."

"Haha, taking care of a child is a tough job." Ling Chi recalled the years he took care of Xiao Zhao, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes. It was really hard work! But it was also very happy.

Seeing his expression, a hint of helplessness flashed in Huang Rong's eyes. Originally, she had thought of betrothing Guo Fu to Ling Chi because he was handsome and possessed extraordinary skills, but after hearing the fact that he had taken care of children, she could no longer entrust her precious daughter to him.

How could her daughter possibly become someone's concubine?

After Huang Rong and Guo Jing left, Huang Yaoshi poured Ling Chi a cup of wine: "Young brother, let's continue our conversation."

"Okay." Ling Chi nodded; tonight was destined to be a night of deep conversation.

……

The next day, heroes from all walks of life gathered at Lu Family Village, but none of them had anything to do with Ling Chi.

During breakfast, Ling Chi and Huang Yaoshi discussed something.

Because Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying reunited after five years and were reluctant to part, he hoped that Huang Yaoshi would allow him to take Cheng Ying away.

Of course, they did consider having Lu Wushuang follow Huang Yaoshi for a while, but Lu Wushuang rejected the suggestion without hesitation.

"I'll starve to death if I don't get to eat the food my older brother cooks."

This reason is very good and powerful. Recalling the unparalleled deliciousness of that flying toad dish, Huang Yaoshi could not refute it.

“Actually…” Since Lu Wushuang was unwilling to leave, Ling Chi thought of another way: “A few months ago, Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, broke into Zhongnan Mountain and was captured by me. He is currently locked in my courtyard. Would you like to come and see your old friend, Huang Yaoshi?”

"What!?" Not only Huang Yaoshi, but also Hong Qigong, Guo Jing and Huang Rong at the same table were extremely shocked.

"Young Ling, did you really capture the old madman?" Hong Qigong asked hurriedly.

Ling Chi nodded: "Absolutely true."

A moment of silence fell over the scene.

After a moment, Huang Yaoshi stood up and said, "Young brother, I will go with you to Zhongnan Mountain."

"Father!" Huang Rong hurriedly grabbed his arm: "The Heroes' Gathering is about to begin, and I need you to stay here to oversee things. Can you stay a little longer?"

"With the old beggar and the silly boy here, there won't be any problems," Huang Yaoshi said.

"Hehe, don't try to pin everything on the old beggar." Hong Qigong chuckled, "If you dare to leave, the old beggar will dare to leave too."

“You…” Huang Yaoshi glared at him fiercely, but Hong Qigong glared back without flinching: “What are you doing? Comparing who has bigger eyes? This old beggar isn’t afraid of you.”

"Father, Seventh Master, please stop making trouble." Huang Rong was exhausted, but she knew that the one who tied the knot had to untie it. She turned to Ling Chi and said, "Brother Ling, could you go back a little later? After the Heroes' Gathering, I'll personally arrange for a carriage to take you back, okay?"

"There's no need for carriages and horses." Ling Chi shook his head and smiled, "It's only a few days later, but I'll have to trouble you during these few days."

Huang Rong smiled radiantly: "Brother Ling, you're too kind. Actually, I have many questions to ask you, and I hope you can give me some pointers."

Ling Chi nodded, about to speak, when he heard a clear and melodious voice coming from afar.

"Father! Mother! I'm back."

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Most Beautiful Woman in the World

"It's Fu'er who's back."

Upon hearing the voice, Huang Rong knew that her beloved daughter had returned.

As soon as he finished speaking, a girl dressed in red, as fiery as a flame, ran in. Seeing Guo Jing and Huang Rong, she smiled broadly and said, "Father, Mother, I'm back."

Ling Chi sized up Guo Fu, a girl of similar age to Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying. She had arched eyebrows, a small, slightly upturned nose, a face as white as jade, and a radiant complexion. Despite her young age, she was already a tall girl, standing at 1.6 meters, and approaching maturity.

Judging from appearance alone, she and Lu Wushuang should be on the same level, slightly inferior to Cheng Ying, and compared to Xiaolongnu... there's no comparison.

Guo Fu is beautiful, but she is still only mortal. Xiaolongnu, on the other hand, is beautiful to the point of being a fairy, the kind of beauty that attracts envy and jealousy wherever she goes.

Among the beauties known in Lingchi, perhaps only Dai Qisi, Xiao Zhao, and Zhou Zhiruo are closest to Xiaolongnu in beauty.

I glanced at Huang Rong. Perhaps Huang Rong was capable when she was young, but now she's an old lady.

As Huang Rong's daughter, Guo Fu is somewhat of a disappointment in terms of her mother's genes. This isn't entirely her fault; the blame lies with Guo Jing. His mother was as beautiful as an elf, while his father was of average appearance. The combination of their traits results in a rather unfortunate appearance.

"Oh? Grandpa!" Guo Fu's eyes lit up when she saw Huang Yaoshi. She immediately rushed over and said with a giggle, "Grandpa, when did you arrive? Fu'er missed you so much."

Huang Yaoshi chuckled: "Grandpa arrived yesterday. We have distinguished guests here today, so please don't be naughty."

"Distinguished guest?" Guo Fu glanced at everyone present, her eyes lighting up: "Grandpa Hong Qigong, you've come too!"

"Hahaha, here she comes, here she comes." Hong Qigong laughed, looking at little Guo Fu and said, "I didn't expect that little brat from back then would grow up so much in the blink of an eye."

Guo Fu pouted: "Ugh, I'm not a little kid!"

"Haha, no, no, Fu'er is already a little beauty now." Hong Qigong laughed.

"Hehe, that's right!" Guo Fu loves it when people praise her beauty; it makes her happy all day long.

"Fu'er, stop being naughty and quickly greet Young Master Ling." Guo Jing couldn't stand it anymore and immediately stopped her mischief, telling her to greet Ling Chi.

Guo Fu was fearless, not afraid of her mother or grandfather, but only of her father. From childhood to adulthood, only her father had ever wanted to hit her. If it weren't for her mother or other elders always stopping her, her bottom would have been bruised and battered long ago.

Faced with Guo Jing's serious expression, Guo Fu was too frightened to move and asked in a low voice, "Who is Young Hero Ling?"

"This must be Young Hero Ling." Guo Jing pointed in Ling Chi's direction and said, "Young Hero Ling is a reclusive genius. Come and pay your respects."

"Yes." Guo Fu glanced at Ling Chi, but felt a little strange. He was just a young man who was only a few years older than her, so how could he be a reclusive genius?

"Guo Fu greets Young Hero Ling."

Ling Chi smiled slightly and said, "No need for formalities." After thinking for a moment, he reached into his sleeve and took out a fruit knife that looked like a dagger. He smiled and said, "I came in a hurry this time and didn't bring anything good. You can have this fruit knife for self-defense!"

"..." Guo Fu looked disgusted. She had met many martial arts seniors and received many gifts when they met, but these people either gave her jewelry or martial arts manuals, but no one ever gave her a fruit knife.

Although this fruit knife looks nice, what's the use of looking nice? It's still just a fruit knife!

Just as Guo Fu frowned, Huang Rong quickly said, "Fu'er, why don't you quickly thank Young Hero Ling?"

"Oh, thank you, Young Master Ling." Guo Fu said thank you and reached for the fruit knife.

Ling Chi shook his head and didn't give it to her.

"Brother Ling?" Huang Rong knew immediately that something was wrong: Brother Ling was angry.

"It seems Miss Guo doesn't like fruit knives." Ling Chi smiled faintly, put the fruit knife away, and said, "In that case, it's fine not to give this gift."

"Young brother." Huang Yaoshi stood up, clasped his hands and bowed: "Fu'er is young and does not understand human relationships. I hope you will not mind. I apologize to you on her behalf."

Guo Jing quickly apologized, "It's all my fault for not disciplining my daughter properly, which is why she's so spoiled. I will definitely discipline her more strictly in the future. I hope Brother Ling will forgive my daughter's disrespect."

Hong Qigong also spoke up to plead for Guo Fu: "Young Ling, this girl isn't a bad person, she's just a bit spoiled. We're all men, there's no need to make things difficult for a little girl, right?"

"Fu'er!" Huang Rong's tone was more severe than ever before: "Apologize to Young Hero Ling!"

Guo Fu was already dumbfounded.

Grandpa apologized, Hong Qigong apologized, Dad apologized, and Mom wanted her to apologize too. Just who is this Ling guy?!

Guo Fu's mind went blank, and she instinctively lowered her head to admit her mistake, but she was so frightened that she lost all her coquettishness.

"..."

Ling Chi was speechless. He had only noticed that Guo Fu didn't like fruit knives and wanted to give her a different gift, but everyone thought he was angry.