Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Everyone: "..."

Ning Zhongze was both amused and annoyed, and rolled her eyes: "Chong'er, stop fooling around."

"Brother." Yue Lingshan was both amused and exasperated.

"Cough cough cough!" Linghu Chong coughed twice and said, "Don't worry, I won't break my promise, but I won't do anything foolish either."

"What? You want to use sesame paste and dough to make something that looks like poop, and then eat it?"

"..." Linghu Chong looked at Ren Yingying's cold smile and said helplessly, "Miss Ren, why do you always target me? I don't remember ever offending you."

"Don't misunderstand," Ren Yingying said calmly. "I just simply can't stand someone as unreliable as you."

"..."

Linghu Chong was speechless and sighed, "Fine! But I won't take shortcuts. If I say I'll eat shit, I'll really eat shit."

"Chong'er (brother)!" Ning Zhongze and Yue Lingshan tensed up again.

"Don't worry!" Linghu Chong stopped keeping him in suspense: "To keep my promise, I've asked my junior brother for help and found a kind of excrement that's neither disgusting nor bad. Now, please, junior brother, make your grand entrance!"

"..."

Ling Chi emerged from a small hut closest to the square, carrying a cup of dark, bitter-looking liquid. He waved to the crowd and said, "Hello everyone, I've brought some excrement for Senior Brother."

Everyone: "..."

Xiao Zhao rushed out from the crowd: "Father, you didn't really make shit for Uncle Linghu, did you?"

"Ah, it took Father a lot of effort to find it," Ling Chi exclaimed. "Two years! A full two years."

"That was really tough," Xiao Zhao echoed, then snapped out of her daze and shook her head. "No, no! Daddy, you didn't touch poop with your hand, did you?"

"Uh..." Facing Xiao Zhao's nervous and frightened gaze, Ling Chi chuckled twice: "Well, although I touched her, it's not what you think. Let me explain."

"..." Xiao Zhao's eyes were glazed over. She silently drew a wood-chopping knife from her waist and walked towards Linghu Chong.

"Little Zhao, what are you doing?" Linghu Chong felt a chill run down his spine and retreated hastily. "Hey, don't do anything rash! You..."

"You bastard who made my dad spit shit, die!"

"Ah! Help!"

The farm was thrown into chaos.

In the chaos, Zhou Zhiruo walked to Ling Chi's side, brought her cherry lips close to his ear, and breathed softly: "Come find me tonight."

"..."

A colorful venomous spider landed on Zhou Zhiruo's nose, startling her. She swung her hand to sweep the spider away, then glared at Yin Li, whose gaze was even more hostile, and chuckled, "Little Spider, your way of greeting people is still so unique."

“Yes! Didn’t you already know that?” Yin Li retorted without backing down.

Since being recruited by Ling Chi and learning about his past, Yin Li and Xiao Zhao were surprised but also somewhat disappointed. Before, they only had Zhou Zhiruo as an enemy, but after arriving at the farm, they realized that they had more than one enemy, and that they were the ones who came later.

The past cannot be changed; they can only accept their fate. But if they dare not touch Yilin, dare not touch the seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums, then why wouldn't they dare touch Zhou Zhiruo?

Thus, the three women's battlefield shifted from Peach Blossom Island to the farm, and it continues to this day.

Ling Chi was in a bind; what should she do?

……

After a brief period of chaos, Ning Zhongze, displaying the demeanor of a teacher's wife, forcefully suppressed the unruly Xiao Zhao, scolding her so badly that she could barely lift her head.

Linghu Chong was deeply moved: Mother is still the best.

……

Finally, the live stream of eating excrement ended abruptly after Ling Chi explained the process of making civet coffee.

Although Linghu Chong drank Kopi Luwak, no one admired him for it; instead, they despised his opportunistic behavior. Ren Yingying, in particular, with her cold smile, inflicted immense pain on him.

Linghu Chong squatted in the corner and drew circles: That wretched Ren Yingying, so what if she's pretty! I curse you.

"I heard you!" A cold voice came from behind.

Linghu Chong froze, slowly turning his head to look at Ren Yingying, whose face was as cold as ice, and grinned: "Let me explain..."

"Go to hell!" A pink fist grew bigger and bigger, slamming heavily onto Linghu Chong's nose, instantly turning his entire face into a dented chrysanthemum.

"Ugh—" Linghu Chong screamed in agony.

Not far away, Ling Chi looked at the large-scale 'domestic violence' scene and shook his head: "Truly, the tide will eventually turn."

……

A small wooden cabin beside an ancient tomb in Zhongnan Mountain.

It was the dead of winter, and snow was falling heavily outside, covering the entire house in a blanket of white. Inside, however, a fireplace was burning, making the cabin very warm.

Shuang'er and Xiaolongnu sat around the fireplace, exchanging blows across the distance.

A year ago, Xiaolongnu walked out of the Ancient Tomb and learned that Ling Chi had been gone for a year. She wanted to go back, but Shuang'er stopped her with a word: "Brother wants me to test the results of your seclusion."

That day, Shuang'er and Xiaolongnu had a sparring match. Although Shuang'er won by overwhelming Xiaolongnu with her absolute strength, she was amazed by Xiaolongnu's unconventional and imaginative fighting style.

It's no exaggeration to say that the current Little Dragon Girl already possesses the strength of an ordinary blue-level cultivator, making her even stronger than Li Mochou in her previous life.

Actually, Xiaolongnu was the most shocked one. She had always thought Shuang'er was a harmless little girl, and even wanted to hold back before their fight. But after they fought, she realized that Shuang'er was no harmless little girl at all, but clearly a powerful boss.

Despite appearing to be only twelve or thirteen years old, she possessed a wide range of knowledge and excelled in everything. Moreover, she held an overwhelming advantage in speed and strength, completely defying her expectations.

For the next year, Xiaolongnu would come over to spar with Shuang'er whenever she had free time. Although she made significant progress, it did not change the outcome.

Shuang'er was like an abyss. Whenever she thought she was about to reach the bottom, Shuang'er would show her with her strength that she was still far from it.

Fortunately, Xiaolongnu was not someone who cared too much about winning or losing. She treated each crushing defeat as a learning experience, constantly honing her weaknesses and making her stronger.

At this moment, Xiaolongnu and Shuang'er were exchanging blows from a distance. Because they were both very fast, they didn't have time to think about their moves and could only rely on their fighting instincts. In this respect, Shuang'er had the advantage of experience.

The two exchanged nearly a thousand blows, and Xiaolongnu was "defeated" over a hundred times. However, from being defeated in seven or eight moves at the beginning to surviving more than ten moves in the end, her progress was clearly visible.

The two stopped with a 'gurgle' sound.

"That's enough for today!" Shuang'er smiled slightly, stood up and said, "I'll go cook. What would you like to eat?"

Little Dragon Girl blushed slightly and said, "All is well."

"Then let's have spicy hot pot!" Shuang'er said with a smile.

"..."

Shuang'er chuckled: "Just kidding, how are the wontons?"

"Okay." Little Dragon Girl nodded. "Thank you for your help."

"Have some snacks first!"

……

Steaming hot wontons were served. Shuang'er looked out the window at the sky and said, "It seems Wushuang won't be coming back for lunch."

Little Dragon Girl ate the hot wontons spoonful by spoonful, without thinking of anything else.

Shuang'er was a little envious of her simplicity. She did whatever she wanted without overthinking things; such people live simple and carefree lives. Unlike her, who had to consider everything, causing her both mental and physical strain.

Just as she was about to close the window, she suddenly exclaimed, "Eh!" The next second, Shuang'er's face lit up with joy: "Brother!"

Little Dragon Girl paused, and the wonton almost fell on her.

Shuang'er had already opened the door to greet them, and the sounds of her and Ling Chi exchanging pleasantries could be heard in the courtyard.

"Wasn't my brother supposed to be back tonight? Why is he back so early?"

"I originally planned to go into the mountains to hunt wild boar, but it snowed, so I decided to come back early."

"Hehe, well, that's really thanks to this snow."

"Look how pleased you are with yourself."

Amidst laughter and conversation, the two entered the small wooden cabin.

Their eyes met, and Ling Chi looked at the Little Dragon Girl, who was even more beautiful and ethereal than two years ago, and smiled slightly: "Dragon Girl, you're eating!"

Little Dragon Girl pursed her lips and said, "Why did it take you so long to come back?"

"Don't even mention it. I thought it would be too simple when I left, but I only realized how much trouble it would cause once I got there." Ling Chi sighed, looking like he had a lot to say.

"how……"

"Oh! We're having wontons for lunch!" Before Xiaolongnu could ask, Ling Chi rubbed his stomach and asked with a smile, "Are there any for me? I'm hungry."

"Brother, warm yourself up first, I'll go make some wontons." Shuang'er brushed the snow off him and poured him a cup of hot tea.

"Thanks a lot."

Shuang'er smiled radiantly: "It's not hard work at all."

"..." Little Dragon Girl silently ate her wontons.

Ling Chi smiled, walked over and sat down opposite her, and said with a smile, "It's been two years, and Long'er has become even more beautiful."

"..." Little Dragon Girl silently ate a few bites of wontons, looked up at his face, and said, "Wushuang has changed too, but Brother Ling and Shuang'er have not changed."

"Haha, maybe we have some secret to staying young!" Ling Chi chuckled.

"Shuang'er hasn't grown taller."

"..."

Has anyone ever told you that people who pry into things are annoying?

"Where did Wushuang go?" Ling Chi changed the subject.

"She went to the ancient tomb to visit Yang Guo," said Xiaolongnu.

"Oh... um?" Ling Chi was taken aback: "Guo'er?"

Little Dragon Girl nodded: "My newly accepted disciple."

"..." Ling Chi stroked his chin: "Judging from the name, it must be a boy. Doesn't the Ancient Tomb Sect not accept male disciples?"

"It was Granny Sun who entrusted it to me before she died," Little Dragon Girl said. "I don't want her to die with regrets."

She then recounted in detail what had happened over the past year.

Similar to the original novel, Yang Guo escaped from the Quanzhen Sect because he could no longer endure Zhao Zhijing's abuse. He then accidentally encountered Granny Sun, who was mistakenly killed by Hao Datong. Before her death, Granny Sun entrusted her orphan to Xiaolongnü, who then took Yang Guo in.