Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"I'm not going back," Yue Lingshan said. "Junior Brother, don't try to persuade me. I'm going to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival here this year."

"Senior sister, you must go back!" Ling Chi's expression and tone turned serious: "There's no room for discussion!"

"Junior brother, you..." This was the first time Ling Chi had spoken to her in such a serious tone. Yue Lingshan found it hard to accept, felt extremely wronged, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Seeing her expression, Ling Chi's face softened, and he said, "Senior Sister, you must know that the full moon symbolizes family reunion, and the festival makes us miss our loved ones even more. Shuang'er and I have already lost all our relatives, and there is no possibility of us being reunited. But it's different for you, Senior Sister. Master and Mistress are still alive. You must not act childish today and upset Master and Mistress."

"..." Yue Lingshan remained silent.

"Senior sister, let's go back!" Ling Chi's tone softened a bit: "Don't make Master and Mistress worry."

……

Yue Lingshan went back, and Ling Chi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother," Shuang'er tugged at his sleeve, "Sister Lingshan looks very sad."

"No matter how heartbroken you are, you can't spend Mid-Autumn Festival with us." Ling Chi held her small hand and said, "She's not family."

"..."

Shuang'er remained silent.

She couldn't understand what had happened that night.

From then on, Ling Chi's attitude towards Yue Lingshan changed.

They became true senior and junior sisters, without any romantic feelings involved.

Perhaps Yue Lingshan also sensed it; perhaps her coming here today to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with them was a test.

Ultimately, she was rejected by Ling Chi.

Yue Lingshan was very sad when she left, perhaps because she understood Ling Chi's attitude.

elder brother……

Shuang'er gazed at Ling Chi's profile, pursing her lips.

What exactly happened to you that night?

……

During the day, Ling Chi made hundreds of mooncakes, with more than ten different kinds. The senior disciples who came to take the mooncakes back to their parents' home were all smiles: "Gui Fang Zhai only makes three to five kinds of mooncakes every year, but our junior brother made more than ten kinds at once. He can definitely be called the Mooncake King."

Ling Chi: "..."

Shuang'er didn't leave Siguo Cliff today; she wanted to stay with Ling Chi until the Mid-Autumn Festival before going back tomorrow.

Linghu Chong made a point of coming over in the morning to say, "Junior Brother, we always spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with Master, Mistress, and Junior Sister on this night every year, so I'll have a couple of drinks with you during the day."

Ling Chi accepted his kindness, and of course, this unreliable senior brother also got a free meal there, and even took a roast chicken with him when he left.

"..."

Ling Chi shook his head, looked at the sunset on the horizon, and smiled, "We should be able to see the full moon high in the sky tonight."

"Brother, should we put the table outside?" Shuang'er's voice came from the cave entrance.

"I'll do it!" Ling Chi walked over and said with a smile, "It's a rare festival, so tonight I'll accompany Shuang'er to drink, admire the moon, and eat mooncakes."

Shuang'er counted on her fingers and laughed, "That's right, we can drink wine today."

"You little drunkard, all you do is drink," Ling Chi said with a laugh.

"Hehe." Shuang'er stuck out her tongue, looking even cuter.

……

As the sun sets and the moon rises, night falls as promised.

Ling Chi and Shuang'er had already hung lanterns outside the cave and set out a feast with various flavors.

Looking at the bright full moon in the night sky, Ling Chi smiled broadly: "What a beautiful moon."

"Brother, Shuang'er toasts you." Shuang'er poured a glass of wine, raised her glass and said, "The moon is full and people are reunited. Shuang'er will always be by your side, brother, for a happy reunion."

Ling Chi picked up his wine glass and smiled, "Shuang'er is getting better and better at talking. Alright, no matter what the future holds, I just hope that we can spend every holiday together."

"Yes." Shuang'er nodded: "It definitely will."

"Clink." The glasses clinked, and the two of them each took a sip of the fragrant wine, squinting their eyes to enjoy the thrill of gaining +0.5 agility.

After a moment, Shuang'er came to her senses, licked her lips, and laughed, "It's so delicious. No matter how many times I've had it, it's still so delicious."

That's for sure. The wine is classified as a premium white wine, while Shuang'er's culinary skills are still far from being up to par. If it weren't for the help of her 'chef,' just one bite would have been enough to send her into a dreamlike state for half a minute.

Ling Chi laughed and said, "If it tastes good, drink more. It's a rare Mid-Autumn Festival, so drink as much as you want today. There's plenty to go around."

"Hehe, thank you, brother."

Just as the brother and sister were toasting and enjoying the bright moon together, a whooshing sound rang out. The next moment, a figure in cyan appeared five meters away from them, facing them directly.

Ling Chi was startled and quickly stood up to protect Shuang'er behind him.

"Who goes there!?"

Chapter Thirty-One: Grandmaster Feng

Ling Chi stared intently at the uninvited guest before him. He saw an old man with a white beard and a green robe, with a robust build, but his expression was somewhat gloomy and his face was excessively yellow, like one of the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin.

Ling Chi's mind raced, and he instantly thought of someone.

The old man's gaze did not linger on Ling Chi, but instead turned to the table of food and drink, or more precisely, to the pot of wine that was emitting a pleasant aroma.

Seeing the old man standing there without speaking, Ling Chi asked, "May I ask who you are, senior? What brings you here so late at night?"

The old man withdrew his gaze, sized up Ling Chi, and said calmly, "You are Ling Chi, who is known as the White Impermanence?"

"..."

It's Bai Wuchang again? I've told you so many times, it's a chef's hat! A chef's hat! A chef's hat!

"It is indeed this junior." Suppressing his inner dissatisfaction, Ling Chi clasped his hands in a respectful greeting: "May I ask who you are, senior?"

"I am but a nobody," the old man sighed.

Ling Chi chuckled inwardly, thinking, "I don't believe you for a second. You're a wicked old man."

"Senior is too kind," Ling Chi said. "This junior does not believe that an unknown person could come here alone in the middle of the night. Please explain your purpose."

Faced with Ling Chi's questioning, the old man sighed softly: "To be honest, I am just a drunkard who was attracted by the aroma of wine."

"..." Ling Chi glanced sideways at the wine on the table, and then looked at the old man, whose eyes kept glancing at the wine table.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Ling Chi said, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for family reunions. Yet you have come here alone so late at night. I suppose... since you enjoy wine, please take a seat and enjoy the moon with my brother and me?"

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on the old man's gloomy face: "In that case, I will trouble you."

"Senior, you flatter me. Shuang'er, go and prepare another pair of bowls and chopsticks," Ling Chi said.

"Okay." Shuang'er obediently went into the cave and got another pair of bowls and chopsticks and a wine cup.

"Senior, please use it."

The old man glanced at Shuang'er and nodded: "Little girl, you should sit down too!"

"Yes, senior." Shuang'er sat obediently next to Ling Chi, trying to act as if she were invisible.

A large hand patted her on the back, making her jump and straighten up.

"Eat well, drink well, and enjoy the moon." Ling Chi poured her a glass of wine and smiled, "We'll guess some riddles later."

Shuang'er looked at his face, blinked, nodded and smiled, "Mm."

"Hmm." Ling Chi turned and poured the old man another cup of wine, saying, "Senior, please."

"Hehe, good." The old man's eyes were full of approval. He picked up his wine cup, smelled the aroma of the wine, and praised, "Indeed, it is fragrant and mellow."

He took a sip, his eyes narrowed, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

The wine is only classified as white, and Lingchi never intended to conquer it, but surprises often happen unexpectedly.

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of the top-tier white-class diner Feng Qingyang. Conquest count +1. Top-tier white-class recipe dropped - Clay Pot Congee."

"Clay Pot Congee: Top-tier white recipe, True Qi +1, cooldown time 10 days."

Ling Chi's eyes widened: He actually... conquered them!?

Surprise was followed by delight.

After waiting for half a year, you have finally appeared, Uncle Feng.

The clay pot porridge with 1 point of true qi did not disappoint me.

Looking at the ingredients listed on the clay pot congee recipe, Ling Chi breathed a sigh of relief. Although some of the ingredients were rather expensive, they were common in the mountains and could be bought in the market, so there was no need to worry about not being able to make it.

Although Shuang'er was a kitchen helper, she couldn't hear the notification sound. Seeing that Ling Chi's expression was off, she cautiously tugged at his sleeve.

Ling Chi gave her a smile and winked.

Shuang'er understood and returned the smile.

……

A moment later, Feng Qingyang opened his eyes, downed the glass of grape wine in one gulp, savored the taste, and exclaimed repeatedly, "Good wine, truly good wine."

Feng Qingyang had never tasted a wine that was 100% perfect before. Perhaps this is why he succeeded on his first try despite having only a 2% chance of conquering a higher level of wine.

"I'm glad you like it, senior." Ling Chi poured him another cup of wine and said, "Please enjoy your drink, senior. After all, besides the fine wine, there are also delicious dishes."

Feng Qingyang chuckled: "It is said that Ling Chi's culinary skills are unparalleled. His simple guokui and jianbing have attracted countless people in the martial arts world in Hengshan City. Today, I will have to taste them properly."

"I hope I won't disappoint you, senior." Ling Chi raised his hand: "Please give your evaluation, senior."

Feng Qingyang nodded, picked up a piece of braised chicken, and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm..." After savoring the moment, Feng Qingyang nodded: "Indeed extraordinary."

"Senior, please try something else," Ling Chi said with a smile.

"it is good."

Feng Qingyang tasted the dishes on the table one by one, praising each one highly.