Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Chapter Twenty: The Twin Blades of Ice and Fire

"It has indeed been a long time," Ling Chi said with a smile. "You two are always together all the time, you never have time to visit my island. It's only because Rong'er is sensible that she comes to see me whenever she has time."

Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng blushed a little after hearing this. Huang Yaoshi chuckled twice and said, "It's not like that. There are just too many trivial matters on the island, so I haven't had time to visit Brother Ling's house. Please forgive me, Brother Ling."

"It's alright." Ling Chi waved his hand and said, "Rong'er is enough. It doesn't matter whether you go or not."

"..."

Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng were speechless.

Huang Rong beamed with joy.

Huang Jing pursed her lips and said softly, "Uncle Ling, when my parents have some free time, would it be alright if Jing'er and my parents went to visit Uncle Ling's house together?"

"..."

Ling Chi looked at Huang Jing; the little girl's eyes were very sincere.

"Jing'er still speaks so elegantly." Ling Chi squatted down and smiled, "You don't want to become the top female scholar in the imperial examination in the future, do you?"

Ling Chi's smile relaxed Huang Jing, who slowly shook her head: "Women cannot participate in the imperial examinations."

"Don't be so serious." Ling Chi ruffled her hair and smiled. "It's not good for someone so young to be so serious. You need to learn to face life with a smile." He paused, then asked, "Is there anything Jing'er wants to do?"

"..." Feeling the warmth of Ling Chi's large hand, Huang Jing lowered her head and thought for a moment, then said, "I want to read more books, especially tales of strange and unusual things. The stories in them are very interesting."

“Jing’er really loves reading.” Ling Chi smiled slightly and said, “Speaking of strange tales, I traveled the world back then and saw quite a few strange stories. When I have time, I will compile these experiences into a book, which should be enough for you to read for several years.”

Huang Jing smiled happily and said, "Mm."

"Ahem." Huang Yaoshi coughed lightly and said, "Brother Ling, why are you in such a hurry today? Is there something important?"

"I guess so!" Ling Chi stood up and said, "Actually, I didn't have high hopes this time; I was just giving it a try."

"Oh?" Everyone was curious. Huang Rong asked, "Uncle Ling, didn't you come to see Sixth Senior Brother?"

"Mo Feng?" Huang Yaoshi asked in surprise, "Brother Ling, what do you want with Mo Feng?"

“Isn’t he a blacksmith?” Ling Chi said. “I know an old blacksmith whose skills are amazing. He can forge divine weapons. Look at this kitchen knife of mine.”

Ling Chi drew the dragon-headed cleaver crafted by Pu Heng from his waist. As soon as the cleaver was drawn, the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees, bringing a touch of coolness to everyone in the sweltering summer heat.

"This is..." Huang Yaoshi stared in disbelief at the divine weapon in Ling Chi's hand: "A kitchen knife!?"

"Of course it's a kitchen knife." Ling Chi's kitchen knife was made of deep-sea cold iron, and the blade was a dark blue color. Its overall shape was somewhat similar to Ling Lingqi's pig-slaughtering knife, but it was as exquisite as a work of art.

This kitchen knife has a very low temperature, close to zero degrees Celsius, and feels icy cold to the touch. Ling Chi loves using it to process fresh ingredients, especially when making raw food recipes. This knife is very useful and can preserve the freshness of the ingredients to the greatest extent.

A few years ago, Pu Heng also forged a phoenix-headed cleaver out of volcanic rock iron. It was a cleaver with properties opposite to the dragon-headed cleaver. It had a very high temperature and could even be used to fry eggs. It had many uses.

Ling Chi assembled the two kitchen knives into a set, naming them the Ice and Fire Twin Blades. Normally, these two knives were kept in the Chef God's Space, and Ling Chi rarely used them. He wouldn't have taken them out today if he hadn't wanted Huang Yaoshi to witness Pu Heng's forging skills.

As he brought his hand closer, he felt the coldness intensify. Huang Yaoshi exclaimed in shock, "There is no way there is a divine weapon in the world with such intense coldness!"

Shocked, yet heartbroken: "With such divine skill, why not forge swords, spears, and halberds instead of a kitchen knife? What a waste! What a waste!"

"..."

Ling Chi coughed twice: "Don't you think this cleaver is pretty imposing?"

"No matter how domineering it is, it's still just a kitchen knife." Huang Yaoshi felt increasingly heartbroken, and Ling Chi's face grew increasingly grim.

Seeing Ling Chi's face growing increasingly dark, Feng Heng quickly tugged at Huang Yaoshi's clothes and gave him a wink.

Huang Yaoshi then noticed Ling Chi's unpleasant expression and his heart skipped a beat: This is bad!

Although Ling Chi possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, he considered himself a chef from the very beginning. For a chef, what is the most important tool? Undoubtedly, it is the kitchen knife.

And this kitchen knife, it's obvious without even guessing, was made by an old blacksmith at Ling Chi's request.

Now that he's belittling kitchen knives as a waste, Ling Chi is already being lenient by not turning against him on the spot.

"Well, this kitchen knife is indeed quite good." Huang Yaoshi quickly corrected himself: "Making it into a kitchen knife can also make the enemy lower their guard and create an opportunity to kill them with one blow."

“…” Ling Chi sighed and said, “This is a kitchen knife, for killing chickens and sheep, not for killing people.”

"Uh……"

Seeing her husband getting more and more incoherent, Feng Heng stepped on his foot and said with a smile, "Brother Ling, don't listen to your husband's nonsense. I think this kitchen knife is very beautiful and is more than enough to be a treasure in the palace."

“Madam is indeed eloquent.” Ling Chi smiled and said, “However, this kitchen knife of mine is not just for decoration. Its hardness and sharpness are unparalleled in the world. It is no exaggeration to say that it can cut through iron like mud.”

"That powerful?" Huang Yaoshi didn't believe it.

"Want to give it a try?" Ling Chi countered.

"Alright!" Huang Yaoshi believed that even the sharpest divine weapon in the world could not be as exaggerated as cutting through iron like mud. Since Ling Chi had made such a boast, he really wanted to see it for himself.

The five sat in a pavilion near the peach blossom grove, where servants poured tea and water, and others went to fetch the precious sword that Feng Mofeng had forged for Huang Yaoshi.

A few minutes later, the sword was brought over.

Huang Yaoshi drew his sword, which was entirely silver-white and exuded a faint aura of blood. Clearly, this sword had already seen blood.

“Brother Ling, this sword was forged by Mo Feng for me. It is extremely sharp. Please give it a try.”

Ling Chi drew a kitchen knife from his waist and said, "Hold on tight."

As Huang Yaoshi pointed his longsword out of the table and gripped it tightly, Ling Chi raised the kitchen knife: "I'm going to chop it."

"bring it on!"

As soon as Huang Yaoshi finished speaking, there was a 'crack' sound, and the long sword in his hand broke into two pieces. Half of the sword fell to the ground with a clattering sound.

"..."

Looking at the broken sword in his hand and Ling Chi's seemingly unscathed kitchen knife, Huang Yaoshi couldn't hide his shock: "So sharp!?"

"Now you believe it, right?" Ling Chi laughed.

"Wow! That's amazing!" Huang Rong reached out to grab the kitchen knife: "Let me see it."

"Be careful." Ling Chi immediately put the kitchen knife away and scolded, "This kitchen knife is made of deep-sea ice. It's icy cold all over. You could get frostbite if you accidentally touch it."

Huang Rong pouted: "My internal strength is already very strong, I won't get frostbite."

Ling Chi chuckled lightly: "I'll make you a ladies' kitchen knife later, so don't bother with this one."

Unexpectedly, there was an additional benefit.

Huang Rong's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly: "You keep your word."

"It counts." Ling Chi pinched her little nose, his eyes full of affection.

"..."

Huang Yaoshi reeked of vinegar.

Chapter Twenty-One: The Fate of the Plagiarist

"Hmph!" Huang Yaoshi sneered, "Brother Ling, did you come here just to show off the sharpness of your kitchen knife?"

"Old Master Huang," Ling Chi looked at him meaningfully and said, "Envy, jealousy, and hatred are no good!"

Huang Yaoshi: "..."

Before Huang Yaoshi could get angry, Ling Chi said, "As I just said, that old blacksmith can forge divine weapons, and he recently wants to forge even better divine weapons. However, he is not capable of doing it by himself, so he wants to find a skilled assistant to forge the divine weapons with him."

Huang Yaoshi suddenly realized: "So you want Mo Feng to help him?"

“Yes.” Ling Chi nodded and said, “But the old blacksmith said that it would take at least ten or twenty years to forge this divine weapon, and it cannot be disturbed during that time. I want to ask if Mo Feng can accept that?”

"So, Mo Feng will be away from home for ten or twenty years?" Huang Yaoshi frowned.

"More or less." Ling Chi took a sip of tea and said, "I know it's a bit much to ask, but every blacksmith hopes to forge a peerless divine weapon in his own hands. Now that we have this opportunity, it's up to Mo Feng to choose."

Huang Yaoshi was silent for a moment, then nodded: "You're right. Life is hard to have everything; you have to make a choice." After saying that, he turned to his servant and said: "Go and call Mo Feng's family over."

"Yes."

……

Soon after, Feng Mofeng arrived with his wife and three children.

Feng Mofeng's wife is very beautiful, a girl from a modest family. She's not even thirty yet, but she already has three children, all boys. The eldest is ten, the second is eight, and the youngest is six—all handsome and charming little boys.

"Master, Mistress, Junior Sister..." Feng Mofeng greeted them one by one, and finally bowed to Ling Chi: "Mr. Ling."

Ling Chi smiled slightly: "Don't be so polite, I'm here to play the villain today."

the wicked?

Feng Mofeng was taken aback.

"Mo Feng," Huang Yaoshi said, "Brother Ling has brought you some news today. The choice is entirely up to you."

"Please enlighten me, Master." Feng Mofeng became somewhat nervous. This was the first time Huang Yaoshi had spoken to him so solemnly since he had married.

Huang Yaoshi turned to look at Ling Chi, who nodded and said, "Let me explain!"

Afterwards, he repeated his previous statements. During this process, Feng Mofeng's expression changed several times, but the light in his eyes became more and more intense.

"That's how it is," Ling Chi said. "You have a happy family now, a virtuous wife and filial children. I really can't bear to take you away, but this opportunity is too rare. Perhaps you only have this one chance in your life, so I'm giving you the choice. If you're willing, say goodbye to your family properly and leave with me. If you can't bear to leave your family, I won't force you. After all, your wife is still young and your children are still young and need your company."

"..."

Feng Mofeng glanced at his wife and children. His wife's eyes were filled with panic, and his three sons also looked worried.

It was like four buckets of cold water being poured over him, chilling him to the bone.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Mofeng clasped his hands and bowed: "Mr. Ling has given me this opportunity, which I will never forget. However... just as Mr. Ling said, my wife and children cannot live without me, and I dare not leave home."

"..."

These words brought a smile to Feng Mofeng's wife's face, and his three sons reacted differently, but were all happy about the decision.

Ling Chi felt a little regretful, but was happy with Feng Mofeng's choice: "Mofeng is indeed a good man. Your wife and children are blessed."

"Mr. Ling, you flatter me. I am unworthy of such praise."

Ling Chi smiled slightly and said, "It's alright, you and your wife and children should go back first!"

"In that case, Mofeng will take his leave."