Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

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"Hey! Look at this! Freshly baked hot buns! The best hot buns in the world! One will give you energy, two will give you boundless vitality. If you don't like them, you don't have to pay!"

Ling Chi rolled up a paper megaphone and shouted loudly by the roadside.

"Master, would you like a steamed bun? We have meat buns and vegetable buns. They're good for your skin, help you regain your energy, and if you don't like them, you don't have to pay! Please give us a try!"

Ling Chi saw a middle-aged nun holding a sword, who was enthusiastically soliciting customers.

This middle-aged nun was about forty-four or forty-five years old. Her face was ashen, and she was quite beautiful, but her eyebrows drooped downwards, making her look extremely strange, almost like a hanged ghost on a children's stage.

Hearing the roadside vendors soliciting customers, I couldn't help but frown, but when I saw the two little girls next to the vendors, my expression immediately softened.

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man, with his two younger sisters, selling steamed buns, must be living a very hard life.

The nun was followed by a dozen or so female disciples carrying swords, but they were dressed in different ways and did not look like nuns.

They all looked over curiously when they saw someone inviting their master to eat steamed buns. When they saw Shuang'er and Xiao Zhao, they all showed expressions of sympathy.

Another pitiful family in this chaotic world.

The middle-aged nun led her disciples toward the steamed bun stall and asked, "How much is one?"

“Talking about money is vulgar.” Ling Chi chuckled. “Master, please try it first. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to pay. But if you like it, you can give me five taels of silver.”

"What!?" The middle-aged nun and her disciples exclaimed in surprise, attracting many stares.

The middle-aged nun's face turned cold: "Young man, is this some kind of shady business you're running?"

"Master, you've wronged me." Ling Chi felt very aggrieved.

He's already selling it for five taels, which is very cheap, okay? In the world of Swordsman, he sells it for ten taels.

If it weren't for the experience points, why would anyone do such a thankless job?

"Please try it first. If you think it's not worth five taels of silver, I won't take a single cent and will have no complaints." Ling Chi handed over a white, steaming hot vegetable bun.

"Did you say that?" the middle-aged nun said coldly. "I hope you won't regret it."

"No regrets once spoken." Ling Chi said solemnly.

"..."

The middle-aged nun took the bun, but instead of eating it immediately, she broke it open to reveal the filling inside.

Before you can even see clearly, a rich and fragrant aroma wafts over you.

Suck--

Within a radius of 100 meters, everyone took a deep breath, their faces showing a look of rapture.

"What...what is this fragrance?"

The crowd searched for the source of the aroma and then saw Abbess Miejue of the Emei Sect leading her disciples in wolfing down steamed buns at a stall. They looked like they'd been starving for ages.

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of the top-tier white gourmet, Abbess Miejue. Conquest count +0.01. Top-tier white recipe dropped - Fried Stinky Tofu."

"Fried Stinky Tofu: Top-tier white recipe, Stamina +100, Energy +50. No cooldown time."

"..."

Chapter Six Unleashing the Ultimate Move

Deep-fried stinky tofu!

Ling Chi's eyes lit up.

Deep-fried stinky tofu!

Just think of that unique flavor, think of that soft and tender texture...

This is truly a delicious snack with substance.

It smells awful, but tastes delicious. Stinky tofu is famous for its deliciousness.

……

"Master, is it delicious?"

When Abbess Miejue came to her senses and saw Ling Chi's smiling face, recalling the exhilarating feeling of her soul leaving her body, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Young man, your skills are excellent! Five taels of silver is well worth it!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Master. Would you like to have a few more?" Ling Chi's smile grew even brighter.

The female disciples of the Emei Sect were immediately struck by his smile: What a friendly young man!

Abbess Miejue looked back at her disciples, hesitated for a moment, and then gritted her teeth: "Give one to each of them."

"Master is truly a generous person." Ling Chi said with a smile while packing the buns, "Although I am just an ordinary person, I admire a heroine like Master. This extra one is on me."

Abbess Miejue was very pleased and chuckled, "I didn't expect you to be such a generous person, young man. I admire you."

"Learn from the nun."

"..."

"That's where the aroma comes from." Dozens of martial arts practitioners from various schools gathered around, first greeting Abbess Miejue, and then asking, "How much are your steamed buns?"

Seeing so many customers, Ling Chi smiled broadly: "If it's not delicious, you don't have to pay. If it's delicious, you can give me five taels of silver."

"What!?" Everyone was both shocked and furious.

"Kid, are you running a shady business?!"

"Believe it or not, I'll smash up your stall!?"

"Do you believe I'll kill you?"

"..."

Ling Chi had no choice but to repeat what he had said to Abbess Miejue.

Upon hearing this, everyone thought to themselves: "Since he says it's not tasty and doesn't require payment, I can just insist it's bad and won't have to pay."

Thinking this, someone said, "Let's try two first."

"Please enjoy your meal." Ling Chi asked Shuang'er to get buns for everyone, while he sped up the steaming of buns. As more and more people arrived, he knew he would soon be overwhelmed.

As for someone trying to renege on their debt?

Ha ha.

Give it a try.

next moment.

"Well--"

"Ah~~~~"

"Mmm~~~~"

“One goo, one goo~~~~”

"..."

Ling Chi paused: Are there Japanese people here?

……

On Mount Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng looked down the mountain and saw that various sects were suddenly converging on one point, making a lot of noise and emitting some indescribable sounds, which aroused his curiosity.

"Yuanqiao," Zhang Sanfeng called Song Yuanqiao.

"Master," Song Yuanqiao bowed, "what are your orders?"

"Go and see what's happening down the mountain. Report back immediately," Zhang Sanfeng said.

"Yes."

……

Half an hour later, Song Yuanqiao returned with a rosy complexion and a small paper package: "Master, there is a steamed bun stall at the foot of the mountain that makes very delicious steamed buns. I brought you two for you to try."

"..."

Zhang Sanfeng scratched his head: "Yuanqiao, did I not explain clearly just now?"

"Huh? What did Master say?" Song Yuanqiao asked, bewildered.

"..."

Zhang Sanfeng took a few deep breaths: "Don't get angry, don't get angry. The world is so beautiful, yet I'm so irritable. This isn't good, not good at all."

Having calmed himself down, Zhang Sanfeng said, "I sent you to investigate what happened down the mountain, but you went to buy steamed buns instead..."

“Master, you have misunderstood me.” Song Yuanqiao understood and quickly explained, “The reason why the various sects down the mountain are making such a fuss is because of this steamed bun.”

"Oh?" Zhang Sanfeng was quite surprised: "It's just steamed buns, how could they cause such a stir among the various sects?"

"At first, I didn't believe it either, until I ate a meat bun..." Song Yuanqiao's mouth watered.

"..."

Song Yuanqiao wiped his drool, opened the small paper package, revealing two white and tender meat buns that were still steaming hot. He reluctantly handed them to Zhang Sanfeng, saying, "You'll know once you try them."

“…” Zhang Sanfeng scratched his head, took the meat bun, and like Abbess Miejue, tore open a small hole to reveal a meatball inside with incredibly fresh and fragrant filling.

The fragrance instantly filled the air.

"Suck--"

Inhaling the aroma, Zhang Sanfeng felt a sense of comfort and exclaimed in amazement, "What amazing buns! Just the smell makes this old Taoist feel refreshed."

"Yes! Yes!" Song Yuanqiao nodded repeatedly, his mouth watering again.

While Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu were resting in the back hall, grieving over the abduction of their son by the Mongols, they suddenly smelled an indescribable fragrance. The fragrance was so strong that it instantly made the two, who had lost their appetite, crave their food and their stomachs rumble.

"What...what is this fragrance?" The couple looked at each other and immediately ran towards the front hall.

Not only the two of them, but all the disciples of the Wudang Sect who smelled the aroma gathered towards the front hall.

It was the first time they had ever smelled such a delicious aroma, and their stomachs were rumbling with hunger: "Give me some! I want some!" This annoyed them so much that they had no choice but to come over and take a look.

Soon, everyone saw their master (grandmaster) in the front hall eating meat buns with a ruddy complexion, and the aroma was coming from the meat buns.

"Master, what are you eating?" Yin Susu couldn't hold back any longer. Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng had finished one meat bun and was about to poison the second, which was also the last meat bun, she immediately jumped out.