Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

It's been a month since they arrived on Peach Blossom Island. For the past month, Ling Chi and Shuang'er have been working hard to repair the house and clean the island. Although Peach Blossom Island isn't large, it's not something two people can manage to clean. They have to spend a lot of time cleaning every day, and even Shuang'er is starting to feel the strain.

Ling Chi sighed helplessly, "It's all this lousy system's fault for not letting the farmers out. Otherwise, Chunxiang and the others would be enough."

Before leaving the world of Laughing Proudly, he recruited eight maids to become farmers. The maids were diligent and good at serving people. Every time he entered the God of Cookery's space or the farm, they would serve him wholeheartedly, making him very happy.

The system's restrictions were infuriating, preventing the farmer from leaving the space it created. This vast Peach Blossom Island was now only occupied by him and Shuang'er, making it not only empty but also exhausting.

No wonder Peach Blossom Island declined after Guo Jing's family died. Only martial arts masters could truly live a life of seclusion in this idyllic paradise.

“I’ll go to Zhoushan to take a look later.” Ling Chi sat on the roof laying tiles and said, “The world is in chaos right now, so maids and servants should be quite cheap.”

"It would be best to buy a large boat," Shuang'er said. "Wooden boats are too small and can't carry many people. It will also make future procurement easier."

"Ah."

……

The next day, Ling Chi rowed a small wooden boat to Zhoushan.

After several busy days, they finally managed to buy twelve high-quality maids and a small merchant ship, returning home fully loaded.

The twelve maids ranged in age from 14 to 16. It wasn't that he didn't want to buy older ones, but most of the older ones were already married, or they were too plain-looking for him to appreciate. The ones who could catch his eye had to be at least on par with Yue Lingshan, roughly the class beauty. Those below the class beauty level weren't worthy of eating his cooking.

Unless you pay.

……

When Shuang'er saw the large ship Ling Chi had bought, along with the twelve timid little maids, she asked, "Brother, why didn't you buy a few strong and capable servants?"

“No need,” Ling Chi laughed. “With me here, they will soon be strong and healthy, much more useful than servants.”

Shuang'er had no way to refute it.

According to their ages, Ling Chi named the twelve maids Little Mouse, Little Ox, Little Tiger, Little Rabbit, Little Dragon, Little Snake, Little Horse, Little Sheep, Little Monkey, Little Chicken, Little Dog, and Little Pig.

Not only was Shuang'er speechless, but the twelve maids were also speechless.

Their owner is so lazy, she didn't even put any thought into choosing a name.

Rabbits and lambs are fine, but chicks, puppies, pigs... are you sure you're not insulting people?

They seemed to see a bleak future ahead.

then……

Watching the twelve maids wolfing down their food, Ling Chi smiled and asked, "Does it smell good?"

"It smells delicious." The twelve maids nodded repeatedly and shoveled rice into their mouths.

The days that followed seemed pretty good.

……

With manpower available, the repair and cleaning work on Peach Blossom Island was completed quickly.

Standing atop the highest rock on the island, overlooking the entire Peach Blossom Island, Ling Chi was quite satisfied: "Finally, it looks a bit like a paradise."

No wonder Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, lived in seclusion here back then; this place truly befits the status of a hermit master.

"Brother, come quick!" Shuang'er waved from afar, "I've found something."

thing?

Ling Chi leaped several times and arrived in front of Shuang'er: "What did you find?"

“Two tombstones.” Shuang’er took his hand and walked into the depths of the peach blossom forest. After wandering around, they soon came to an open space and saw two tombstones that had been eroded by wind and rain.

Ling Chi was somewhat surprised: "Shuang'er, when did you break this peach blossom formation?"

To my shame, I've been on Peach Blossom Island for two months now, and the endless peach blossom forests always leave me bewildered, reminding me of the Peach Blossom Formation set up by Huang Yaoshi.

He was too busy repairing houses and cleaning Peach Blossom Island to break the formation. He never expected Shuang'er to break the formation before him.

"It's very simple!" Shuang'er chuckled. "Just mark the numbers on the tree and follow the order to break the formation!"

"..."

Ling Chi slapped his forehead. How could he not have thought of such a simple method?

Is it possible that after living in the world of martial arts for so long, people only think about solving problems with force and have forgotten the role of wisdom?

Ling Chi is reflecting on himself.

……

These are two tombstones, one inscribed "Tomb of Beloved Wife Feng Heng" and the other "Tomb of Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic".

Ling Chi suddenly realized: "So the Eastern Heretic was buried on Peach Blossom Island after his death. I just wonder who built his tombstone?"

The tombstone bears only these few words, without any description of the person who erected it. It's likely that this mystery will gradually fade into the annals of history.

"They must be a very loving couple!" Shuang'er nestled beside him, her eyes filled with a girlish romance and longing.

“Yes, they are very loving.” Ling Chi nodded, then walked to Feng Heng’s tombstone, placed his hands on the tombstone, pushed it three times to the left and three times to the right, and then pulled it forward with force. The tombstone slowly moved away, revealing a stone-paved tunnel.

"..."

Why are you so skilled at this? How many times have you been here?

Shuang'er's eyes were filled with doubt.

Chapter Two: The Eastern Heretic's Hidden Book

Ling Chi lit a torch and, together with Shuang'er, stepped into the tunnel. After turning three corners, they activated a mechanism, opened a stone door, and entered the tomb chamber.

Kuang means tomb. Kuangshi is the room inside the tomb.

The tomb that Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, built for his beloved wife may not be comparable to that of princes and nobles, but it is certainly not incomparable to that of ordinary wealthy families. The tomb's specifications are a complete replica of Feng Heng's residence during her lifetime, exuding both wealth and elegance.

The firelight illuminated the tomb, instantly blinding Ling Chi and Shuang'er's 24K gold-plated eyes.

The walls and tables in the burial chamber were filled with antiques, rare treasures, famous paintings and calligraphy, each a priceless masterpiece. Pearls, jade, and agate gleamed softly in the firelight.

"Brother...brother." Shuang'er hugged Ling Chi's arm and said excitedly, "We're rich!"

"Calm down, calm down." Ling Chi put one hand on his hip, looking like he was pointing out the world: "We are going to become immortals and ancestors in the future. What is this little bit of worldly wealth and honor? It's just a bunch of frivolous things."

Shuang'er looked at him with admiration: As expected of her brother, his level of thinking is so high.

"Hey? Brother, what are you doing?"

Ling Chi put these antique treasures into the Chef God Space, saying, "They'll easily rot if left here. Let's store them away."

"Didn't you say these things are all worthless things?"

"It's money, but it can be exchanged for silver, and with silver, I can buy things. The cost of firewood, rice, oil, and salt is so high; I have to consider all the mouths to feed in my family!"

"..."

……

After packing up the things in the main room, Ling Chi saw that the room was basically empty, so he and Shuang'er went to the smaller room.

Dou: One dou of rice, two dou of rice, not bowing down for five dou of rice, a unit of measurement indicating small.

A tiny room: a room so small it's like a bucket, used to describe an extremely small room.

A felt curtain hung in the underground chamber. Pulling back the curtain, two jade coffins appeared before one's eyes.

"Is this a coffin?" Shuang'er exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the jade coffin. "What an extravagant coffin!"

“It is indeed very luxurious.” Ling Chi nodded, thinking to himself: Inside should be the remains of Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng.

After thinking it over, I decided not to exhume the body for examination.

People are already dead. It's already wrong to enter their tombs and loot a lot of treasures. If you were to touch the coffins of the dead, that would be utterly despicable.

"Let's not open the coffin and disturb the deceased," Ling Chi said.

Shuang'er nodded.

Holding a torch and looking around, Shuang'er suddenly exclaimed, "How beautiful!"

Ling Chi looked in the direction of the sound and saw a hand-painted portrait hanging on the wall opposite the front of the jade coffin.

The painting has yellowed and is covered with dust, but it cannot hide the youth and beauty of the person in the painting.

She was a woman of refined beauty and unparalleled elegance, especially her eyes, which were full of wisdom and intelligence, and were very expressive.

Ling Chi's eyes lit up. This must be Feng Heng!

She truly deserves to be the woman who gave birth to Huang Rong, and she truly deserves to be the woman whom Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, loved for a lifetime and remained devoted to until death.

A painting alone is enough to captivate the heart; if the real person were here, how stunningly beautiful and captivating she would be!

No wonder Huang Yaoshi would live in seclusion here; with such a beautiful wife, he certainly wouldn't want too many people to see her.

"Brother, this must be Huang Yaoshi's wife, Feng Heng, right?" Shuang'er said, feeling ashamed of herself.

Ling Chi nodded: "It should be."

"So beautiful." Shuang'er looked at Feng Heng's portrait and sighed softly, "If only Shuang'er were half as beautiful as her."

Ling Chi chuckled and said, "My Shuang'er is no less than her. When it comes to gentleness and thoughtfulness, no one can compare to Shuang'er."

Shuang'er immediately smiled broadly, and even though she knew it was just words of comfort, it still made her heart sweeter than honey.

Women are all the same; they love sweet words, and Shuang'er is no exception.

……

Ling Chi did not accept the portrait. It was Huang Yaoshi's only solace, so let it accompany them until it was gone!

After leaving the tomb, Lingchi closed the underground passage again.

Looking at the tombstone, which was covered in moss, he said, "Let's come and clean and pay our respects regularly from now on! After all, we've taken over the place and benefited from it, so we should give back something."

Shuang'er nodded: "Don't worry, brother, I'll clean it myself from now on."

Ling Chi smiled slightly, only then noticing that many different kinds of beautiful flowers were growing around her, which seemed to be very precious.

"This place is quite beautiful; no wonder Huang Yaoshi chose it as his burial place."

"It's very beautiful, but it's too messy." Shuang'er looked at the flower bushes and said, "I'll go and ask Old Man Green Bamboo for advice later. He's very knowledgeable about gardening techniques."

"Then it's up to you."