Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

Walking down the bustling street, a little girl's clear voice called out, "Grandpa, there's a place selling candied hawthorns. I want some."

"Hehe, okay." Grandpa took the little girl to the stall and bought two candied hawthorns.

A short while later, the little girl called out again, "Grandpa, there are shortbreads over there, I want to eat them."

"well."

"Grandpa, there's one over there..."

"Buy, buy!"

"grandfather……"

"Here's the money, go by yourself!"

"..."

After wandering around for a long time, the father and son suddenly smelled a fragrance.

"Ah! It smells so good! What's making it smell so good?" The little girl sniffed hard and looked in one direction: "It's over there."

As soon as he finished speaking, he ran over quickly.

"Feiyan, slow down, don't fall," Grandpa shouted a reminder.

"Grandpa, hurry up!" The little girl disappeared into the crowd in no time.

"This child." Grandpa shook his head and slowly went to look for him.

……

"Let go!"

With a clatter, the red-clad swordsman's broadsword fell to the ground. Amidst the sighs of the onlookers, the red-clad swordsman blushed, picked up the broadsword, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying, "Young Master Ling, your swordsmanship is superb. I, Li Yidao, am convinced."

"You flatter me." Ling Chi smiled, clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute, "Is there any other hero willing to try?"

There was a murmur of conversation among the crowd, but no one stepped forward.

At this moment, the little girl slipped and weaved through the crowd like an eel, and had already reached the front row. Seeing the strange scene in front of her, she tugged at the sleeve of the young man next to her: "Uncle, what are so many people doing here?"

Uncle?

The young man, who looked to be only in his early twenties, twitched his face: You're the uncle, your whole family are uncles!

Just as he was about to glare at her, he saw the little girl looking at him with big, inquisitive eyes.

Her innocent look instantly extinguished the young man's anger, and he said gently, "You ask why there are so many people around? Well, that's a long story..."

A few minutes later, the young man recounted the whole story.

"A couple of days ago, quite a few people could withstand ten moves from Young Master Ling without being defeated, but since the third day, no one has been able to withstand ten moves from Young Master Ling anymore. If you want to eat the most delicious Juntun Guokui in the world, you can only buy it with silver. But one Juntun Guokui costs ten taels of silver, which is unaffordable for ordinary people. Only those wealthy Jianghu figures who spend money like water have that kind of financial power."

"So that's how it is!" The little girl stared at Ling Chi, who was bowing to the burly man who had just entered the arena, in the center of the arena. She blinked and said, "Is this person's martial arts really that powerful? No one has been able to withstand ten moves in the past two days?"

"Really impressive." The young man nodded and said, "But to say that they can't handle it is only because they are from the younger generation. The older generation of martial arts figures are too proud to have competed with them."

"Oh?" The little girl's eyes darted around, and she clapped her hands and laughed, "I know, it's not honorable for the older generation to win, and if they lose, they'll lose all face."

"Feiyan, don't talk nonsense." A familiar voice rang in her ears. The little girl turned her head and saw her grandfather staring at Young Master Ling in the center of the arena, his expression somewhat solemn.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" The little girl was surprised; she hadn't seen her grandfather so serious in a long time.

After observing for a while, Grandpa saw Ling Chi win by placing a sword against his opponent's neck and said in a deep voice, "This young man has very high martial arts skills."

"How tall?" The little girl blinked. "Taller than Grandpa?"

Grandpa looked down at her and smiled helplessly: "You silly girl, you should know that there is always someone stronger than you. I observed that this young man was calm and composed when he was fighting, so he must not have used his full strength. Even so, no one could withstand ten moves from him. Although I think I can do it, I cannot do it with such ease."

"Really?" The little girl was surprised and carefully observed Ling Chi: "He... seems to be only a few years older than me."

"Heroes emerge from among the young!" Grandpa exclaimed. "The Huashan Sect has been lying low for more than twenty years, and it seems that it will rise again because of this young man."

"Thank you for your praise, senior. I am unworthy of such praise." Ling Chi clasped his hands in a fist salute to them, a smile on his lips that was as refreshing as a spring breeze.

The grandfather and grandson were astonished.

"You...you heard what I said to Grandpa?" The little girl asked in surprise.

They were at least ten meters away from Ling Chi, and the scene was crowded and noisy, making it difficult to understand what they were saying without careful listening. Yet, Ling Chi managed to hear their conversation clearly.

There are only two possibilities: one is that Ling Chi is naturally gifted with exceptional hearing, but this is unlikely. The other is that Ling Chi possesses profound internal energy, allowing her to hear farther and more clearly than ordinary people.

Ling Chi smiled slightly but did not answer. Instead, he asked, "Senior, you have an extraordinary bearing. May I ask which senior in the martial arts world you are?"

Seeing that Ling Chi was ignoring her, the little girl puffed out her cheeks and got angry.

Grandpa chuckled, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "I am but a nobody, not worth mentioning." He paused, then added, "But Young Master Ling, is ten taels of silver a bit too expensive for a single potsticker?"

Seeing that the old man was unwilling to say more, Ling Chi did not ask any further questions and smiled, "Although you can taste two for free if you can withstand ten of my moves without being defeated, many people are still willing to spend money to buy them. If you are interested, senior, why not buy two and try them? If you still feel it's not worth it after trying them, then I will ruin my reputation and stop selling these Juntun Guokui."

Seeing Ling Chi's confidence, Grandpa was somewhat tempted: Could it be that this potsticker is really worth the price?

"Hmph, what a pretentious act." The little girl said angrily, "Not only will they ruin the reputation, but they'll also make us pay ten times the amount."

Seeing the little girl staring at him unfriendly, Ling Chi smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

"Hmph!" Seeing that even this didn't make Ling Chi back down, the little girl tugged at her grandfather's beard forcefully: "Grandpa, give me the money!"

"Ouch! Be gentle." Grandpa's face fell as he covered his beard: "You little devil, you're going to pluck all of Grandpa's beard off."

"What's there to be afraid of? It'll just grow back anyway." The little girl said, "Grandpa, let's try that Juntun Guokui together, and then smash its signboard."

He glared at Ling Chi again: "Let him become arrogant!"

Ling Chi: "..."

Grandpa coughed twice and said, "Young Master Ling, please don't be offended. My granddaughter's parents died early, and I, this old man, raised her single-handedly. She's become a bit spoiled and willful."

"Ah! What a pitiful little girl." Yue Lingshan, who had been silent until now, initially disliked the little girl, but upon hearing these words, all her dislike turned into sympathy.

This little girl is only twelve or thirteen years old, and she has already lost her parents. It's so pitiful.

"Grandpa!" The little girl seemed to dislike her grandfather revealing her background; her cute little face turned somewhat unpleasant.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, it was Grandpa's fault." Grandpa begged for forgiveness repeatedly, and it took a long time to coax the girl into being happy again.

At this moment, Yue Lingshan had already brought over two Juntun Guokui (a type of flatbread), handing one to her grandfather and the other to the little girl: "Little sister, try it! It's delicious."

"Hmm." Although she wasn't particularly fond of Ling Chi, Yue Lingshan could still sense her care for her.

The little girl took the Juntun potsticker and said in a clear voice, "Thank you, sister."

"You're welcome," Yue Lingshan said with a smile. "Eat up!"

"Ah."

Looking at the Juntun Guokui in my hand, its golden color is very appealing, and it has a crispy texture.

Putting aside her dissatisfaction with Ling Chi, the aroma emanating from the Juntun Guokui (a type of flatbread) completely whetted the little girl's appetite.

"smell good!"

Not only the little girl, but Grandpa's belly was already rumbling with excitement, and he couldn't wait to put the Juntun Guokui (a type of flatbread) to his mouth.

The same applies to little girls.

The father and son took a bite.

"Ugh—" x2

"Ugh oh ...—"

"Ah, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm—"

(Holy Light Effect)

A gentle breeze caresses the face, birds sing and flowers bloom.

The grandfather and grandson were already immersed in their own inner illusions, lost in their own worlds and unable to wake up.

In Grandpa's dream world, he had become one with the colorful nature, laughing freely and roaming the world.

"This...this is the true Swordsman!"

Grandpa takes off his clothes—

Little Lolita too...

Chapter Thirteen: A Sword Piercing the Heart

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of Qu Feiyan, a regular white-level diner. However, the diner's level is too low and this does not count towards the conquest count. A regular white-level recipe has been dropped: Five-Colored Candied Hawthorn."

"Five-Colored Candied Hawthorn: Common white recipe, Stamina +20, Energy +10, no cooldown time."

"Ding! You have conquered the stomach of the high-class white-level diner Qu Yang. Conquest count +0.01. High-class white-level recipe dropped - Five-Nut Mooncake."

"Five-Nut Mooncake: Advanced White Recipe, Stamina +50, No Cooldown Time".

Hearing the prompt in his mind, Ling Chi suddenly realized: So it was them.

Judging by the timing, it's indeed time for this grandfather and grandson to make their appearance.

But he was not far from death.

Qu Yang didn't care, but looking at the pretty and cute little girl...

It looks about the same size as Shuang'er; it would be a pity if it died here.

But it's hard to say.

Jin Yong, during his lifetime, spent his free time revising his novels many times. For example, in the earliest version of *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*, the little girl Qu Feiyan was still alive. However, in the two later revisions, she was killed by Fei Bin with a sword through her heart, a death that was illogical and heartbreaking.

Jin Yong, how could you do such a thing?

……

A moment later, the illusion dissipated, and Qu Yang and Qu Feiyan regained consciousness one after the other.

Qu Feiyan, who had regained consciousness a few seconds earlier, turned her head and saw Qu Yang, exclaiming in surprise, "Grandpa, why did you take your clothes off?!"

"Ah!?" Qu Yang had just come to his senses when he heard his granddaughter's words. He looked down and saw that the clothes he had been wearing were scattered all over the floor.

Qu Yang blushed and hurriedly picked up his clothes and put them on, but faced with the crowd of onlookers, he was so ashamed that he wished he could disappear into the ground.

So embarrassing.