Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"..." Ling Chi looked at her, thinking: Something's not right! Is Qinghui angry with me? But why?

Completely baffled, Ling Chi could only obediently brew a pot of hot tea, then take out some small snacks and arrange them on two plates, serving them to Fan Qinghui along with the tea: "Sister Qinghui, these are some snacks I made, please try them."

Looking at the exquisitely shaped and fragrant pastries, Fan Qinghui secretly swallowed her saliva and said, "Thank you, Benefactor Ling, but this humble nun has no appetite."

"..." If it was just a guess before, Ling Chi can now confirm that Fan Qinghui is indeed angry with him, otherwise she wouldn't be arguing with him.

He had seen that look of wanting to eat but denying it on other people far too many times.

"Qinghui, are you angry?" Ling Chi asked directly without beating around the bush.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Ling is overthinking things. How could this humble nun be angry?" Fan Qinghui said calmly.

Okay! If he's not angry, who is he trying to impress with that expressionless face?

"Is Sister Qinghui angry that I haven't avenged Feixuan for so long?" Ling Chi asked cautiously. "If so, Sister Qinghui, don't worry. I'll take care of Wanwan as soon as we leave Jingzhai."

"In that case, this humble nun thanks Benefactor Ling for ridding the martial world of a scourge." Fan Qinghui stood up and bowed, which made Ling Chi even more awkward, because Fan Qinghui had never been so formal with him before.

Fan Qinghui kept giving him the cold shoulder, which made him a little angry. Suddenly, he slapped her hard on the fleshiest part of her body: "You think I'm being too nice to you, huh!"

Chapter Forty-Four: A Fallen Immortal

As the saying goes, "If you don't discipline someone for three days, they'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles." Fan Qinghui had a sudden outburst of anger towards Ling Chi, and Ling Chi wasn't about to tolerate it; he'd just give her a good beating.

At this moment, Fan Qinghui's lips were tightly pursed, her face flushed, and she glared at him with a look of shame and anger.

"Gaze at me again? I'll eat you up if you glare at me again!" Ling Chi's eyes were extremely dangerous, which startled Fan Qinghui. She hurriedly turned her head away, gently rubbing the swollen and painful area. Although there was a chair, she dared not sit down, looking as aggrieved as a little wife.

Seeing her like this, Ling Chi softened a little. His right index finger glowed with golden light, and under Fan Qinghui's shocked gaze, he cast a beam of golden light into Fan Qinghui's swollen area.

Fan Qinghui felt a warm sensation, and in no time, the swelling and pain disappeared completely, as if she had never been hit at all.

“You…” Although she knew Ling Chi was extraordinary four years ago, she hadn’t strayed from the realm of martial arts. But that golden light just now overturned all her understanding: “Who exactly are you?”

"People who like you," Ling Chi said with a smile.

"..." Fan Qinghui's heart was pounding: "Benefactor Ling, please don't tease this humble nun."

"You think I'm teasing you?" Ling Chi frowned. "Qinghui, from beginning to end, I should have clearly expressed my feelings to you, but you just haven't accepted them."

"This humble nun is already sixty years old..."

"Age is not a problem." Ling Chi waved his hand: "I can turn you into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl anytime I want."

"..." Fan Qinghui's breathing quickened slightly.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl? What a fatal temptation that is for a woman!

but……

“Didn’t you already get married?” Fan Qinghui said with a sad look in her eyes.

"So that's why Qinghui was cold to me." Ling Chi finally understood and couldn't help but laugh. "Not to be rude, but Qinghui, you're being too petty."

Am I petty?

Fan Qinghui laughed in anger: "But you are a married man."

"Yes! So what?" Ling Chi said dismissively, "With my abilities, what difference would it make if I had three thousand beauties?"

"..." Fan Qinghui took a deep breath and sighed, "Yes! With your abilities, how can worldly rules bind you?" She paused, "But why do you look down on so many outstanding female disciples in Jingzhai, and instead choose this old woman?"

“I like mature women,” Ling Chi said. “They’re sensible, considerate, and don’t require much attention. Young girls are too much trouble.”

"..." Fan Qinghui didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She never expected that she wouldn't meet a suitable man when she was young, and would only be lonely in her old age. She never expected that she would meet one in her old age, and one that was so outstanding that it was beyond compare.

Fate! It's truly unpredictable.

"Qinghui, there's no need to put yourself in a difficult position," Ling Chi said. "I never force anyone. If you're willing, I'll be good to you; even if you're not, we'll still be friends, won't we?"

Fan Qinghui was silent for a moment, then said, "This is a matter of great importance, and I need time to consider it."

“No problem.” Ling Chi readily agreed: “Anyway, I’ll be on Peach Blossom Island the whole time. Whenever you’ve thought it through, just let me know. Whether it works out or not, you’ll always be my Qinghui sister.”

Fan Qinghui breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and asked, "Was that a spell you just used?"

"Guess," Ling Chi said mischievously.

Fan Qinghui said helplessly, "If I were blind and didn't recognize it, that would be one thing, but to me, it was clearly magic. Internal energy wouldn't allow... such a quick recovery."

Ling Chi glanced at that area and chuckled, "Qinghui already knows, so why ask?"

Fan Qinghui glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed: "Don't look at what you shouldn't see."

"Those are rules for mortals, they don't apply to me." Ling Chi chuckled and said, "Sister Qinghui, you have a really good figure."

What could Fan Qinghui do but glare at him in embarrassment and anger? She couldn't beat him, and she couldn't scold him, so she could only suffer in silence.

But what's with this strange feeling in my heart?

……

Now that things were out in the open, Fan Qinghui was no longer cold and quietly ate the snacks Ling Chi had brought out. To be honest, they were really delicious, much better than the food Ling Chi had made at Cihang Jingzhai last time.

This was to be expected, since when cooking at Cihang Jingzhai, they used ingredients from within the restaurant. Ling Chi could only prepare some ordinary white dishes, and the only dishes he prepared himself were the ones used to win over Fan Qinghui. However, he only ate them a few times that month; he usually ate white dishes.

These snacks, however, possessed a blue-colored quality, with superior color, aroma, taste, and shape. Although they couldn't win over Fan Qinghui, they left her thoroughly satisfied.

Although she was already sixty years old, she was still a woman, and no woman dislikes sweets. There's even a saying in modern times: women have two stomachs, one for rice and one for sweets.

This shows that women love sweets.

"Is it delicious?" Ling Chi asked with a smile.

Fan Qinghui glanced at him and nodded: "Your cooking skills are still as good as ever."

"Actually, I've improved since a few years ago. Back then, I could only make ordinary purple dishes, but now I can make top-quality purple dishes. It's just that I don't have the right ingredients, so I'll have to trouble you to have some blue snacks for now, Qinghui. Once I find the right ingredients, I'll make you top-quality purple dishes. I guarantee you'll want to swallow your tongue!" Ling Chi said with a smile.

Fan Qinghui gave a soft "Mmm": "If there's an opportunity in the future."

Ling Chi smiled slightly and said nothing more.

After a short while, having eaten the snacks and drunk the tea, Fan Qinghui asked, "Is there anything important that brings you here this time?"

"I just wanted to see Sister Qinghui." Ling Chi looked at her face and found it more and more beautiful. She was in no way inferior to Shi Feixuan, and her mature beauty was something that young girls like Shi Feixuan and Wanwan did not possess.

From any perspective, it perfectly suits Ling Chi's taste.

It's my type.

"..." Fan Qinghui blushed slightly and said, "To be honest, I'm very happy, but... I'm getting old after all, so why bother?"

"Here we go again." Ling Chi clicked his tongue, and then a plate of recipes shimmering with purple light appeared out of thin air. It was shaped like a blooming flower. Ling Chi placed the plate of flowers in front of Fan Qinghui: "Eat it."

"What is this?" Fan Qinghui asked in surprise.

To conjure something out of thin air!? You... truly are a celestial being descended to earth.

"Youthful Years," Ling Chi said, "If you eat it, Qinghui will be able to return to her youthful state, and then you won't think too much about it!"

"!!!" Fan Qinghui was truly shocked: "Really...really!?"

"You'll know once you try it." Ling Chi looked at her face and smiled. "Or do you want me to feed you?"

"..." Fan Qinghui silently put the flower into her mouth.

"Well--"

Fan Qinghui was once again defeated, but unfortunately, she was only a Grandmaster-level expert and could no longer provide Ling Chi with any experience-based assistance. It wasn't that Fan Qinghui's progress was too slow; it was simply that Ling Chi's leveling speed in this world was too fast.

After Fan Qinghui ate the Flowery Youth dish, her physical condition was rapidly becoming younger. She could feel that the ailments that had gradually increased over the years were leaving her, and even some of the hidden injuries she had suffered were being erased one by one. What remained was her body at its peak, the most beautiful flowery youth.

Seeing Fan Qinghui's current appearance, Ling Chi couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "I never imagined that Sister Qinghui was so beautiful when she was young."

Fan Qinghui, in the prime of her life, was indeed very beautiful, definitely no less so than Shi Feixuan, Wanwan, Shi Qingxuan, or Shang Xiufang. Moreover, the mature temperament she had cultivated over the decades added to her charm, making Ling Chi's heart pound wildly.

This is truly the perfect older sister!

Ling Chi completely forgot about Shi Qinglu and Cui Lühua.

What Zhu Fei...

Thinking of Zhu Fei, Ling Chi's eyes regained their clarity.

"Have I really regained my youth?" Fan Qinghui looked at her hands, which were indeed much whiter and more delicate than before. She touched her face with her hands, and they seemed even smoother.

Most importantly, it was the feeling in her body, this feeling of boundless energy, something she had only experienced in her youth, something she hadn't felt in over twenty years.

"Of course." A dressing mirror appeared in Ling Chi's hand.

This dressing mirror is made of glass. It was made by Lu Miaozi based on Ling Chi's understanding of glassmaking. Of course, the clarity cannot be compared with modern mirrors, and the reflection is slightly distorted. However, it is hundreds of times clearer than modern bronze mirrors.

Fan Qinghui was startled when she saw herself in the mirror: "That's me!?"

This was the first time she had seen her own face so clearly. In the past, when she used a bronze mirror or looked at herself by the water, she could only see a rough outline. But now, she could see every detail of herself clearly.

"Aren't you amazed by yourself?" Ling Chi asked with a smile.

"..." Fan Qinghui looked at herself in the mirror and realized that she was indeed very beautiful and very young, just like she had been in her youth, and even more charming than she had been then. She possessed a mature and ethereal air, yet looked so young—something that girls in their twenties could never imitate.

For a moment, she was indeed amazed by her own beauty.

Although she knew she was beautiful since she was a child, and others always said she was an unparalleled beauty, she had never truly seen her own appearance and had no understanding of her own beauty. But now, she does.

Turns out, I really am beautiful.

Although she really wanted to examine it more closely, she was too embarrassed to do so in front of Ling Chi. She looked up and asked, "Is this mirror a magical artifact?"

"A magic weapon?" Ling Chi looked at the dressing mirror. Considering the quality of bronze mirrors in this era, it could indeed be considered a magic weapon. The name of the magic weapon was...

“Yes, this is a magic weapon,” Ling Chi said with a smile. “It’s called the Reflecting Heaven Mirror.”

“The Mirror of Reflecting Heaven…” Fan Qinghui looked at the mirror that reflected everything so clearly and exclaimed, “It even reflects the sky clearly, let alone people.”

“…” Ling Chi scratched his head: You actually believe that?

“No, it’s just an ordinary mirror,” Ling Chi told the truth. “Actually, it was made using a chemical silver plating method.”

"???" Fan Qinghui looked bewildered: "Hua Xue Silver Plating Method?"

Is it made of beautiful snow and silver?

"Yes, it involves dissolving silver nitrate in water, adding ammonia and sodium hydroxide solution, and diluting it to form silver hydroxide ammonium double salt, which is then used to prepare the silver plating solution. Invert sugar or formaldehyde and potassium sodium tartrate solution are used as the reducing agent. After the glass is cut, edged, and cleaned, it is sensitized with a dilute stannous chloride solution, then cleaned, and then immediately immersed in a mixture of silver plating solution and reducing agent. After the mirror surface is formed, it is cleaned, and then copper plating and protective paint can be applied. That's how a mirror is made."

"..." Fan Qinghui fell silent. She didn't want Ling Chi to think she was uncultured, since he hadn't understood a word. But deep down, she felt even more awe for Ling Chi: You truly are a celestial being descended to earth.