Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"It's good, Master, no need to be modest." Ling Chi casually took out five taels of silver and said, "I'm very satisfied. Ten taels of silver should be enough for this iron pot, right?"

"Enough! Enough!" The old blacksmith's eyes widened, and he breathed heavily. "Young master, actually... actually, there's still a surplus of five taels of silver. I really dare not accept this five taels."

"Take it!" Ling Chi laughed. "A good pot is hard to find; you deserve it."

"Thank you so much, young master. Thank you so much, young master." The old blacksmith was extremely grateful. "If you need anything in the future, young master, just come to me."

"Then make me another set of kitchen utensils!" Ling Chi pulled out detailed blueprints for kitchen utensils, including a cleaver, scissors, peeler, fruit knife, spatula, and slotted spoon, from his pocket, and handed over a deposit of fifty taels of silver: "How long will it take to deliver?"

The old blacksmith's eyes widened in astonishment.

Not long after, Ling Chi left the blacksmith's shop. The old blacksmith, carrying fifty taels of silver as a deposit, thought to himself that he had met a benefactor.

Turning his head, he saw the golden, fluffy, and fragrant scrambled eggs in the bowl, and the old blacksmith couldn't wait to take a bite.

"Well--"

……

"Ding! Conquered the stomach of Pu Heng, a nobody without any rank..."

"Hmm?" Ling Chi paused in his tracks: Pu Heng?

Turning to look in the direction of the blacksmith's shop: Could it be the old blacksmith's name?

……

Peach Blossom Island, inside a cave.

Just ten days after the conquest cooldown period, Ling Chi grabbed two ice creams and shoved them into the mouths of the Xuanming Elders: "Eat! Give them to me!"

"Waaah—"

The two elders of Xuanming drooled and shed tears of humiliation.

It's so thick and hard, and my mouth feels numb.

but……

It's delicious.

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of the ordinary blue diner, Crane Pen Elder. Conquest count +1."

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of the ordinary blue diner, Lu Zhangke. Conquest count +1."

Ling Chi squinted, feeling comfortable.

Chapter Fifteen: The Wine of Forgetfulness

A year and a half later.

Chef's Space.

"Ding, Forget-Worries Wine, 100% complete, perfect."

Ling Chi took a sip of the Forget-Me-Not Wine and felt his mind go blank, as if he had forgotten many things.

Coming to her senses, she couldn't help but feel a little scared: "Just one whiff almost made me forget so many things; what if I had drunk it..."

I glanced at the properties of the Forget-Me-Not Wine, and it's truly terrifying.

Forget-Me-Not Wine: Top-tier white recipe, forgets all memories from the past three years, valid for three uses.

This Forget-Worries Wine was obtained from a monk whose name I've forgotten, at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

The monks of Shaolin Temple are something else; they always come up with some strange and unusual recipes.

Some vegetarian dishes are one thing, but alcohol is one of the precepts for monks. Anyone who spills "forget-sorrow wine" must be a monk who indulges in wine and meat.

Throughout history, Buddhism has had a bad reputation because it dared to accept all sorts of monsters and demons. There are indeed virtuous and eminent monks, but there are far more monsters and demons. Expecting them to lay down their weapons and instantly become Buddhas? Ha!

Only a very small minority can attain Buddhahood. Most monks will not go to the Pure Land after death; they are lucky if they don't go to hell.

After storing the Forget-Worry Wine, Ling Chi left the Chef God Space.

……

Winter has arrived, and the peach trees on Peach Blossom Island are all bare. A light snow fell yesterday, but it has melted today, and the temperature is even colder.

The two elders of Xuanming huddled in the cave, shivering from the cold because they couldn't muster their inner strength, and had to huddle together for warmth.

Just then, Ling Chi entered the cave and saw the two Xuanming elders huddled together in a quilt. He fell silent.

"..."

The two elders of Xuanming silently parted ways.

"It's a misunderstanding." Lu Zhangke stood up and put on his clothes. "It's not what you think."

Hebi Weng covered himself with the blanket and coughed twice: "My senior brother leaked urine and wet the blanket. I was afraid he would catch a cold, so I let him come into my bed to warm up."

Ling Chi looked at their naked bodies and nodded: "I believe you."

"..."

Soon, the two elders of Xuanming were dressed and ready, and their quilts were taken outside to air out.

After all, it got wet with urine.

……

"Young Master Ling, what brings you here today?"

The two elders, Xuanming and Lingchi, had been on Peach Blossom Island for a year and a half. They knew that Lingchi would feed them something cold, coarse, and hard every ten days, but the last time he fed them was two days ago, so the dates didn't match up.

"Here are two jugs of wine for you." Ling Chi took out two jugs of Forget-Worry Wine and said, "Drink them all in one go."

Upon hearing that there was wine to drink, Hebi Weng's eyes lit up: "They really give us wine?"

Ling Chi smiled and handed him the wine: "Drink up!"

Another pot of wine was pushed towards Lu Zhangke: "Drink!"

Lu Zhangke shuddered and gulped down the entire pot of wine.

Hebi Weng shook his head upon seeing this: What a waste!

When drinking wine, one should first observe its color, then smell its aroma, and finally taste it. Drinking it like a glutton, as Lu Zhangke did, is the greatest insult to wine.

Just as Hebi Weng was about to examine the color of the wine, Ling Chi grabbed his hair with one hand and pressed the wine pot down his throat with the other, forcing it into his mouth: "Drink it right now!"

"Waaah—"

……

One month later, in Dadu (Beijing), the Prince of Ruyang's residence.

"Princess, the Xuanming Elders have returned." Princess Shaomin had just finished practicing her martial arts when A'da immediately reported this.

As Princess Shaomin grew older, she became even more exquisitely beautiful. Having just finished her training, her forehead was glistening with sweat, her cheeks were rosy, and her figure appeared even more slender. She took the hot towel offered by a maid, wiped the sweat from her face, and asked, "Where did you find this?"

“Outside Haozhou City,” A-Da said.

"Haozhou?" Princess Shaomin frowned. "Is it the city of Haozhou that the rebels have occupied?"

"Exactly."

“Interesting.” Princess Shaomin tossed the towel to her maid and said, “I’m going to take a bath and change. Tell the two elders of Xuanming to wait for me in the council hall.”

"Yes."

……

Half an hour later, in the council hall.

The newly transformed Princess Shaomin, dressed in an expensive winter gown, sat regally in the main seat of the council hall, flanked by Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San, and the unrecognizable Bitter Monk. In the center of the hall stood the two elders, Xuanming, looking puzzled.

Princess Shaomin looked at them and frowned: "Elder Xuanming, why don't you bow to me?"

"You...are you really a princess?" Hebi Weng couldn't believe his eyes: "How have you grown so much?"

"Hmm?" Princess Shaomin laughed upon hearing this: "I thought it was something else. You've been missing for a year and eight months. This princess has naturally grown up a bit."

"One year and eight months!?" The Xuanming Elders were stunned: "When did we disappear? What year is it now?"

Judging from their reactions, not only Princess Shaomin, but also Bitter Monk and A-Da felt that something was not right.

Princess Shaomin looked at them and said coldly, "I hope you haven't been making fun of me."

Then he told them about the month and year of that year.

Upon hearing this, the two were immediately stunned: "How is this possible!?"

Three years, a complete blank period; they had absolutely no memory of the past three years.

When the two elders of Xuanming explained the situation, Princess Shaomin and her subordinates frowned. They desperately wanted to see any trace of acting on the elders' faces, but unfortunately, there was no pretense whatsoever.

The two elders of Xuanming have truly lost their memories of the past three years.

Princess Shaomin frowned.

What exactly happened?

……

A tall, thin young man in white.

Princess Shaomin immediately thought of a figure and asked the two elders, "Do you know a tall, thin young man in white?"

"A tall, thin young man in white?" The two elders of Xuanming were bewildered.

“That’s right,” Princess Shaomin said. “Moreover, their martial arts skills must be very high, otherwise they wouldn’t have been able to abduct you so easily.”

The tall, thin young man in white robes possessed exceptional martial arts skills...

Suddenly, a figure dressed in white and wearing a tall hat appeared in Lu Zhangke's mind.

If it were just a tall, thin man in white, there would be many people they could think of. But if someone's martial arts skills were high enough to easily subdue the two of them, they had only encountered one such person in their decades of life.

They match in age, appearance, and martial arts skills.

"Could it be him!?" A deep hatred flashed in Lu Zhangke's eyes, and he subconsciously clenched his legs.

I'm leaking urine.

"Who!?" Princess Shaomin noticed Lu Zhangke's reaction and asked impatiently.