Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"Shuang'er?" Azi looked at Shuang'er, who was sewing shoe soles in the next room, and pouted, "She's younger than me, what could she possibly know?"

Ling Chi sneered: "Shuang'er is well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics and the Twenty-Four Histories. Let alone teaching you, it wouldn't be difficult for her to even pass the imperial examination."

"Only a fool would believe that," Azi muttered under her breath.

"What are you saying?" I heard everything.

"Wow! Shuang'er is so amazing!" Azi clapped her hands vigorously with a face full of admiration.

Ling Chi smacked her on the back of the head: "Stop fooling around and hurry up and read your book. You're not allowed to eat until you finish ten pages today."

"Ah!?" Azi's face immediately fell, and she said in a coquettish tone, "Brother Ling, I'm exhausted after traveling all day. Can I study tomorrow?"

"What could you possibly get tired of sitting in the car?" Ling Chi scolded. "If you keep nagging, I'll make you read twenty pages!"

"Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless. The sun and moon waxed and waned, the stars and constellations were arrayed..." I love reading, reading makes me happy.

"..."

Ling Chi walked out of the study and closed the door behind him. A Zi's reading voice grew louder.

He sat down next to Shuang'er, looked at the soles of her shoes which seemed a bit bigger than before, and asked, "Her feet have grown?"

"Hmm." Shuang'er smiled and said, "My old shoes are too small now!"

Shuang'er's happiness was heartfelt. After so many years of hardship, she was finally starting to grow. The past few months had been one of the happiest times of her life.

Ling Chi smiled slightly and said, "Rong'er is unhappy."

Recalling Huang Rong, who always pouted in the Chef God Space during this period, Shuang'er chuckled and said, "I don't want to be held by her all day while I sleep."

"So you'll sleep in my arms all day?" Ling Chi grinned mischievously.

Shuang'er's face flushed red, her eyes sparkling, and she whispered, "Brother, if you want a hug, Shuang'er will let you hug me."

Damn!

Ling Chi's heart pounded. Shuang'er had only grown a little bit, yet she already showed a hint of girlish shyness, which made him very interested. Just thinking that in a little over two years...

Ling Chi sighed, "We've waited too long for this day."

Shuang'er gave a soft "hmm," lowered her head, and touched her toes to toes.

In another two years or so...

……

Ling Chi thought that after returning to Lingjiu Palace, she would have a period of peace, but she didn't expect that someone would come to her door on the second day, and it was an acquaintance.

"Azhu, Abi, what brings you here?"

The newcomers were Azhu and Abi, along with five men, one of whom was Bao Butong, and the rest were people they had never seen before. The leader of the four was a young man who looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. He was incredibly handsome, with a great physique, standing at 1.78 meters tall, and exuded a strong sense of heroism and nobility.

Ling Chi could tell at a glance who it could be but Murong Fu.

As for the remaining three people, they must be Deng Baichuan, Gongzhiqian, and Feng Bo'e, who belonged to the same group of four generals as Bao Butong.

The group arrived on horseback and looked travel-worn; even Azhu and Abi had gotten a bit tanned.

"Young Master Ling." Azhu and Abi greeted him with a bow. Abi smiled and said, "We came with you, Young Master. It's been a long journey!"

"It's quite far," Ling Chi said with a smile. "You must have suffered a lot coming all the way from Jiangnan, right?"

"We really suffered a lot," Abi suddenly complained. "We were pestered the whole way by a Tibetan monk!"

"Oh?" Ling Chi's eyes flashed, and he smiled, "What kind of foreign monk is he that dares to provoke the dignified Nan Murong?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu smiled, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "So Brother Ling saw it all along. I am Murong Fu, greetings to Brother Ling."

"Qiao Feng in the North and Murong in the South, the two peaks among the young masters of the martial arts world." Ling Chi smiled and said, "I have met Qiao Feng in the North before, and he is indeed worthy of his reputation. But after meeting Murong in the South today, I realize that seeing is believing. He is truly a dragon among men."

To be fair, Murong Fu's appearance and demeanor are simply too good. He would be a true male god in any era, and he is definitely not one of those effeminate pretty boys. He is a truly mature man who is both scholarly and martial.

Looking back, whether reading novels or watching TV dramas, Ling Chi always felt indignant about Wang Yuyan's infatuation with Murong Fu.

Why is it that Duan Yu, despite all his hard work and being a devoted admirer, couldn't win the heart of the beauty? Instead, he was completely infatuated with a cousin who hadn't even appeared yet? And this cousin was a villain, which made him even more annoyed.

It wasn't until he had experienced so many people and so many things, and his age and experience had reached a certain level, that he was able to look at problems from different perspectives.

How outstanding must a man be to make a goddess so devoted and willing to give her all? He could only imagine the answer before, but after meeting the real Murong Fu today, he understood.

Murong Fu is not only more handsome than Duan Yu, but also has a better physique and more outstanding temperament. Even his voice is gentle yet sexy. If he were in modern times, he would definitely be a top-tier national male god.

Ling Chi had seen countless handsome men in his life, many of whom could rival Murong Fu in appearance, but none possessed such exceptional overall qualities. Just as he himself said, Murong Fu was a dragon among men.

Seeing that Ling Chi had such a high opinion of him, Murong Fu was very pleased and his smile became even brighter: "Not at all, it's just that my friends in the martial arts world are too kind. Compared to Brother Ling's great achievement of suppressing Shaolin all by himself, it's really not worth mentioning."

"Brother Murong is too modest," Ling Chi said with a smile. "No matter how skilled you are, you're just a cook, nothing special. But Brother Murong, have you condescended to come to Lingjiu Palace? Is there something important you need?"

"If I said I came here only to make friends with Brother Ling, would Brother Ling believe me?" Murong Fu asked in return.

"If that's the case, then it's truly my honor." Ling Chi laughed and said, "Brother Murong has come from afar, please come to my humble abode to rest for a while. I will cook a good meal to entertain you."

Murong Fu smiled broadly: "I have long heard that Brother Ling's cooking skills are unparalleled in the world, but I have never had the chance to try them. Today, I can finally fulfill my wish."

"Haha, I won't let Brother Murong down. This way, please."

Ling Chi led Murong Fu and his party to the small courtyard outside the palace where they had initially lived. Although no one was living there for the time being, the courtyard was still cleaned regularly, both inside and out.

On the way here, Ling Chi used the Soul-Searching Technique to send a telepathic message to Shuang'er, asking her to come and help.

Soon, Shuang'er arrived, bringing with her four swords. It wasn't that Shuang'er had summoned the four swords; rather, the four swords were ordered by Wu Xingyun to come and see what purpose Murong Fu and his group had in coming here.

Having lived for so many years, Wu Xingyun didn't believe that Murong Fu and his group had come to visit a friend. Jiangnan and Tianshan were thousands of miles apart, and transportation in ancient times was underdeveloped. Moreover, it was the height of summer, and even a short time outside would result in sunburn, let alone a long journey. Who would travel such a long distance without something urgent to do?

Wu Xingyun had heard of Murong Fu's deeds and knew many secrets that few others knew. After all, Li Qiushui's daughter and granddaughter were related to Murong Fu, so how could she not be careful?

She had long been aware of Murong Fu's identity, but had always been too lazy to pay attention. However, this time Murong Fu actually brought his four great generals to Lingjiu Palace, so Wu Xingyun had to keep a closer eye on him.

……

Upon seeing the Four Swords, apart from Bao Butong, Murong Fu and Deng Baichuan were quite surprised. Although they had heard Bao Butong say that Ling Chi had four identical beautiful girls by his side, they never thought too much about it before seeing them. Now, seeing the Four Swords, who were more beautiful than flowers, even Murong Fu was a little tempted, not to mention Deng Baichuan and the others, whose eyes were completely fixed on them.

"Ahem!" Just then, Bao Butong, who had always been more trouble than good, made a contribution. He coughed twice, which immediately woke up Deng Baichuan and the other two. Murong Fu was the first to come to his senses. He quickly looked away and smiled at Ling Chi, "These four beautiful ladies must be Brother Ling's wives, right?"

"Haha, it was just a joke, I didn't want Brother Murong to misunderstand." Ling Chi laughed, "To be honest, they are the maids of the Palace Master of Lingjiu Palace, named after the four swords of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. The title of husband and wife is just for convenience when traveling in the martial world."

The four swordsmen bowed to Murong Fu: "Greetings, Young Master Murong."

"No need for formalities, no need for formalities." Murong Fu raised his hands in a gesture of respect and said, "The four young ladies are so young yet they are able to serve the Palace Master. They are truly extraordinary."

"Young Master Murong flatters us; we are unworthy of such praise," Mei Jian said with a slight smile.

Murong Fu smiled slightly, turned to look at Ling Chi, and asked, "Since the four young ladies are not Brother Ling's wives, may I ask if Brother Ling is married?"

"What?" Ling Chi asked with a smile, "Brother Murong, are you going to play matchmaker for me?"

"Why not?" Murong Fu said with a smile. "I wonder what Brother Ling thinks of A'Zhu?"

"Oh?" Ling Chi turned his head and glanced at A Zhu.

Facing his gaze, A'Zhu lowered her head, her expression unreadable.

"I heard that when Brother Ling met A'Zhu that day, he wanted A'Zhu to learn to cook from Brother Ling. Is that true?" Murong Fu asked with a smile.

Ling Chi nodded: "That is indeed the case, but A Zhu refused, citing her need to serve Brother Murong."

“A-Zhu grew up in Yanziwu since childhood, so she wouldn’t dare abandon me, her master, and run away with Brother Ling.” Murong Fu smiled and said, “But if Brother Ling is willing, I can arrange to give A-Zhu to you. I wonder what Brother Ling thinks?”

"..."

Ling Chi was not surprised by Murong Fu's suggestion to give A'Zhu to him. Such was the social value of the Song Dynasty. Not to mention maids, even concubines could be given away at will. The most representative example is Su Shi, Su Dongpo, during the Northern Song Dynasty.

Yes, he is the creator of Dongpo pork, which you all love to eat.

Speaking of Su Dongpo, those who know a little about history will know a little about him. He is known as one of the "Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song" for his broad and bold writing style. He is also one of the "Four Masters of Song". He has achieved great success in poetry, lyrics, calligraphy and painting.

What is most admirable about him is his love for his wife. His poem "Jiang Cheng Zi," written in remembrance of his wife, has moved countless men and women in love.

Yes, it's that poem, "Ten years have passed, life and death are separated by a vast distance; I try not to think of you, yet I cannot forget you." No young man or woman who loves poetry can resist it.

However, compared to his wife, his attitude towards his concubine was disgusting, causing countless people who were moved by him to deeply doubt him.

This is understandable, though. Ancient literati were known for their romantic affairs, and Su Dongpo was no exception. Although he had a beloved wife, he had quite a few concubines. However, he didn't consider them family members, but rather his personal possessions.

When Su Dongpo was demoted from his official post, in order to reduce trouble, he gave all his concubines away to others, and two of them were pregnant with his children, but he did not care.

At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, a Hanlin scholar who was an official claimed to be the child of Su Shi's concubine, and Su Dongpo's son tacitly accepted this and even took good care of his father's illegitimate son.

This parent-child relationship is quite bizarre.

But those concubines that Su Shi gave away to others were considered relatively fortunate; there were others who suffered even more tragic fates.

Su Dongpo had a very beautiful concubine named Chunniang. Once, when Su Dongpo was going out, a friend of his came to see him off. He took a fancy to Chunniang and wanted to exchange a fine horse for her with Su Dongpo.

Su Dongpo thought to himself, "A BMW worth several million can be exchanged for a concubine worth only ten or eight thousand? This is too good a deal!" and immediately agreed.

However, after learning the news, Chunniang scolded Su Dongpo: "Even Yan Ying in ancient times knew that one should not harm people for a horse. You, a famous scholar, talk about cherishing women, but now you want to exchange a person for a horse?"

In a fit of anger, Chunniang committed suicide.

Was Su Dongpo a scumbag? By modern standards, definitely yes, and an extremely scumbag at that. But in the Northern Song Dynasty, it was a very common consensus. How do you explain that?

Why does Ling Chi like the evil feudal society... cough cough, censored, censored.

"Brother Murong, are you willing to part with her?" Ling Chi asked with a smile. "A woman as beautiful as A'Zhu is a rare sight indeed."

Murong Fu laughed heartily: "Brother Ling, you are joking. As the saying goes, a hero is matched with a beauty. Brother Ling is a hero, but I am afraid that A Zhu is not good enough for you. If Brother Ling does not mind, I will give A Zhu to you as a servant or concubine. It is entirely up to you to decide."

Ling Chi smiled slightly, looked at A Zhu, and asked, "Miss A Zhu, what do you think?"

A'Zhu raised her head and calmly said, "It's entirely up to you, young master."

"..." Ling Chi looked into her eyes. A Zhu's eyes were very calm, without sadness or joy, and he didn't know what she was thinking.

“Alright.” Ling Chi nodded and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Murong Fu: “Brother Murong, I am truly grateful for your kindness. It is my blessing to have a woman like A’Zhu by my side.”

Seeing that Ling Chi had accepted A Zhu, Murong Fu was overjoyed and laughed, "Brother Ling, you are too kind. It is A Zhu's good fortune to serve you." He paused and said, "A Zhu, you will follow Brother Ling from now on! Brother Ling is a hero, so serve him well and don't disgrace the Murong family."

"Yes, this servant thanks you, young master." A'Zhu knelt down and kowtowed three times to Murong Fu, but in her heart she made a decision: From now on, I owe the Murong family nothing.

After standing up, she walked up to Ling Chi and bowed, saying, "This servant, A Zhu, greets Young Master."

"Don't call me 'servant' anymore." Ling Chi smiled and said, "From now on, I'll call you A'Zhu, and you can call me Brother Ling."

Azhu glanced at him with some surprise. Although he was not particularly handsome, his smile was very sunny and warm, which made her feel a strong sense of closeness to him.

Azhu gave a soft "Mmm": "Brother Ling."