Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

……

Late at night, in the Chef's Space, on the farm.

Ling Chi laid out the moldy books he had obtained from the tomb to dry in the sun and said to everyone, "These are precious books I obtained from Huang Yaoshi's tomb on Peach Blossom Island. Many of the contents are too obscure. Can any of you understand them?"

These books cover astronomy and geography, the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, Qimen Dunjia, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, agriculture and water conservancy, economics and military strategy, and even food. Although Ling Chi is a liberal arts student, his classical Chinese skills from high school are limited. Even after reading some Taoist scriptures and miscellaneous records at the Huashan Sect, he can only understand about 10% or 20% of these books.

He felt ashamed, realizing that as the top liberal arts student in the city, he would be illiterate in ancient times. If Huang Yaoshi were reborn in modern times, he would definitely be the most talented person in the world.

The literary skills of the ancients were truly astounding.

"This is..." Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang simultaneously noticed a musical score. After picking it up and flipping through it, they trembled with excitement: "Guangling San! This is Guangling San!"

"Guangling San!?" Ren Yingying and Green Bamboo Elder were startled and immediately came over.

The four of them chattered amongst themselves as they looked at the sheet music, and even tried to recreate the Guangling San Qin piece.

"Ahem!" Ling Chi coughed twice and said, "I don't object to you exchanging folk arts, but could you please help me translate these books first?"

The four of them felt a little embarrassed and reluctantly put down the Guangling San music score.

Liu Zhengfeng stroked his beard and said, "We will translate these books for Young Hero Ling, but what will Young Hero Ling do if he encounters similar problems in the future?"

Ling Chi asked, "What does Third Master mean?"

Liu Zhengfeng said, "I am not talented, but I am willing to teach Young Hero Ling his studies."

"..."

Alright! He chose the humanities class because he liked academic subjects, and Liu Zhengfeng, a learned and cultured man, was willing to help him improve his literary skills, so he had no reason to refuse.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Third Master."

"I will certainly do my duty."

……

For a period of time afterward, Lingchi would wander around Peach Blossom Island during the day and go to the farm to study classical Chinese texts at night.

Of all Huang Yaoshi's books, his favorites were the cookbooks. It's likely that Huang Rong's extraordinary culinary skills were related to these recipes. If he could understand them, he could at least add over a hundred advanced recipes to his repertoire.

I just wonder what grade these recipes will be after they are reproduced?

Besides recipes, he is most interested in the Five Elements, the Eight Trigrams, and the Qimen Dunjia.

There was nothing he could do; the Peach Blossom Array on Peach Blossom Island was still in operation. Although he could enter the tomb area according to Shuang'er's markings, there were still many places he dared not venture into.

If he doesn't study formations properly, it would be too embarrassing if he were to be trapped by the Peach Blossom Formation while guarding Peach Blossom Island.

In order to become the true master of Peach Blossom Island, Ling Chi studied very hard.

only……

"Junior brother, want to have a drink?" Linghu Chong came over again, lingering.

Whenever he was studying hard, Linghu Chong would come over with a jar of wine to tempt him, which made him so angry that he wanted to beat the guy to death.

"roll!"

Watching Linghu Chong fly away gloatingly, Ling Chi's forehead veins bulged: You wait, once I've mastered the formation, I'll see how I deal with you!

Illusion array! Bewildering array! Trapping array! Killing array!

Which one should I use?

In mid-air, Linghu Chong felt a chill run down his spine.

Chapter Three: Xiao Zhao

Three years later.

farm.

Seeing the thick fog before him, so dense that he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face, Linghu Chong sobered up.

"No way! Not again!?"

Linghu Chong stretched out his hands and probed forward like a blind man: "Junior Brother, Junior Brother, come out! I was wrong, I was really wrong, please let me out!"

Five meters away, the crowd watched as Linghu Chong, who was blind, shouted and yelled, as if they were used to it.

Liu Zhengfeng exclaimed, "Young Master Ling's use of maze formations is becoming increasingly skillful."

"Serves him right. He always disrupts the young master's studies. He deserves to suffer more." Ju'er picked up a small stone and threw it at Linghu Chong.

"Ouch! Who threw me?" Linghu Chong cried out, clutching the back of his head.

Ren Yingying sneered: "Those who bring shame upon themselves deserve to die."

“Brother…” Yue Lingshan looked reluctant to let go.

"Alright." Ning Zhongze said, both amused and exasperated, "Although Chong'er is a bit mischievous, you've already disciplined him a few times, Chi'er. He should calm down by now. Let him out!"

Since his master's wife had spoken, Ling Chi threw away the handful of pebbles he had just picked up and said, "Alright! For your sake, I'll let him off this time."

He strode over, picked up a few jade stones from the array nodes, and then kicked Linghu Chong in the butt.

Linghu Chong let out a miserable cry and fell flat on his face with a backside-falling slam.

"Hehehe." Qu Feiyan clapped her hands with laughter, but was slapped into silence by Qu Yang.

Having escaped the maze, Linghu Chong noticed that everyone was staring at him with unfriendly eyes. He chuckled dryly, dusted himself off, and went to find some wine.

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, the maids were furious: "Young master is too soft-hearted; he shouldn't have been let out."

"Never mind." Ling Chi smiled. "That's just how Senior Brother is. He's carefree and unrestrained, and he lives a more enjoyable life than many others."

Feng Qingyang chuckled and said, "That's right, Chong'er's temperament is just like mine."

Ning Zhongze glared at him: "Get to work!"

Feng Qingyang shrank his neck and obediently went to plant grapes.

There's no way around it; my son loves wine, so I have to get a variety.

"Alright, everyone, go home!" Ling Chi laughed. "Feiyan, come with me to catch some fish."

Qu Feiyan beamed: "Hey!"

……

After decades of development (ten times the time scale), the farm today is completely different from what it used to be.

Today, the farmland is planted with various grains, vegetables, and fruits, as well as large areas of woodland. In addition to fruit trees and bamboo groves, many trees that can be used to make seasonings are also planted.

For example, the cinnamon tree produces cinnamon bark, the small tree produces nutmeg, and the pepper tree produces Sichuan pepper, etc.

The woods were home to many poultry, including chickens, ducks, geese, pigeons, quails, and hazel grouse. The bamboo grove was also home to some bamboo rats. These two places were Linghu Chong's favorite spots. He would often catch a couple of chickens and kill a bamboo rat to enjoy with wine and other dishes.

Others may not know, but as soon as Linghu Chong enters the forest, the birds and bamboo rats are frightened and hide everywhere, just like when a Japanese soldier enters a village, chickens fly and rats scatter.

The crisscrossing rivers are home to a variety of aquatic products, including crucian carp, carp, grass carp, perch, crabs, shrimp, snails, clams, frogs, soft-shelled turtles, and more.

Lingchi had tried raising a small number of sea fish, but these fish barely survived for a few days before dying and becoming food for the freshwater products in the river.

It seems that farms are only suitable for raising aquatic products; seafood is out of the question.

……

Qu Feiyan raised several pigs in the woods, not for food, but as mounts. With nothing else to do, she would ride them around, consuming all sorts of fruits and vegetables, acting like a veritable pig tyrant, much to the villagers' dismay.

At this moment, Qu Feiyan whistled, summoning two large, fat pigs that were not much smaller than cows. She and Ling Chi each rode one of them, galloping towards the river.

"..."

Ling Chi sat on the pig's back, bewildered in the wind.

The pigs here are different from the fattened pigs outside that are ready for slaughter. Perhaps it's because they eat and drink well here, and have plenty of vitality, that the pigs here grow to be very pink and beautiful. Although they are larger than ordinary fattened pigs, they look a lot like miniature pet pigs.

In previous years, because these pigs kept multiplying, Ling Chi would occasionally kill them for meat. But Qu Feiyan felt very sorry for them and even cried to Ling Chi, "Pigs are so cute, why do you have to eat them?"

Until she successively ate braised pork, pork stew with vermicelli, Kung Pao pork, sweet and sour pork with pineapple, sweet and sour pork ribs, fried pork chops, braised pork trotters with mushrooms, crispy pork, twice-cooked pork, Dongpo pork...

She never cried again.

But she had an emotional attachment to the pigs, so she picked out a few of her favorite pigs, castrated them, and kept them as pets and mounts, forbidding anyone from eating them.

Ling Chi doted on her, so he let her have her way. But he still had to eat the other pigs, since there were so many ways to eat pigs!

The pigs that Qu Feiyan had raised over the decades had become increasingly intelligent, able to understand human speech, and sometimes even volunteered to help with farm work. For example, they would pull the wooden plow, carry things, and so on, thus earning the affection of everyone.

Riding a pig to the riverbank, Qu Feiyan immediately took off her outer clothes, leaving only her undergarments, and jumped into the river. In no time, she caught several large fish and threw them ashore.

Ling Chi put the fish into a bucket and said, "Catch some shrimp, crabs, and snails too."

"Okay." Qu Feiyan didn't feel tired at all. She dived back into the water and soon threw up a lot of shrimp and crabs. But before she could catch any snails, Qu Feiyan jumped out of the water with a turtle that weighed at least 20 pounds in her hands: "Brother, look, I caught a turtle. Let's make soup!"

Whether the turtle understood Qu Feiyan's words or not, its limbs trembled incessantly in mid-air, and its head stretched out as if to bite her hand.

"Still not behaving yourself." Qu Feiyan moved with lightning speed, grabbing the turtle's head and snapping it to death.

Ling Chi smiled and said, "Alright, you go catch the snails first, and I'll go stew the turtle."

"Okay." Qu Feiyan licked her lips; the turtle soup was very nourishing.

……

When I came out of the Chef God Space, the sky was already bright.

Without waking the bed-warming maid, Ling Chi got up and went into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

As smoke rose from the chimneys, the people on Peach Blossom Island gradually got up.

"Good morning, young master." Mouse and Calf walked into the kitchen, their faces not looking too good.

"Good morning." Ling Chi glanced at them and said, "Don't do any work today. Drink more hot water. I'll stew a chicken for you later."

The mouse and the calf blushed and said, "We trouble you every month, young master, we..."

"Bring the dishes over and wake Mr. Han and the others up for breakfast," Ling Chi said.

"Yes."

……

Half an hour later, Ling Chi served the last dish of crucian carp soup for new mothers. Looking at the mixed-race woman holding the swaddled baby, he smiled and said, "Madam Han looks much better today."