Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

"Worth it! Worth it! It's totally worth it!" The middle-aged swordsman pulled out two more silver ingots: "Give me two more!"

Ling Chi smiled brightly: "Thank you for your patronage."

The middle-aged swordsman carefully placed the two pieces of cut cake into his bundle, tied it tightly to his body, and dared not be careless in the slightest.

With the middle-aged swordsman as their base, the others were tempted. If this cut cake really had such miraculous effects, wouldn't it increase their chances of survival in a prolonged battle?

Is it worth spending ten taels of silver to save your life?

Too much value!

but……

The crowd was still wondering if the middle-aged swordsman was a plant.

But this reaction to eating a piece of cake is a bit too exaggerated.

They're all seasoned veterans; no one will be easily fooled.

Ling Chi thought the second order would come soon, but after a while, although many people were watching, no one took out any money.

Or am I just being too suspicious?

Someone else might have felt helpless, but Ling Chi was experienced and knew how to dispel the diners' suspicions.

"Come on, come on! This fragrant and sweet cut cake will give you boundless energy and banish all fatigue. If it doesn't work, you don't pay a penny; if it does, you get ten taels of silver. Listen carefully: if it doesn't work, you don't pay a penny; if it does, you get ten taels of silver. Think about it, the Mongol army is about to invade the south. You are all heroes, and it would be a pity if you died from exhaustion. But it's different if you carry two pieces of cut cake with you. When you're exhausted, eat one, and you'll instantly be full of energy, all fatigue will vanquish, and you can then kill a few hundred Mongol soldiers, achieve great deeds, and bring glory to your ancestors. Wouldn't that be wonderful!"

"..."

The temptation of those words was too strong. Thinking that they wouldn't have to pay if it didn't work, a few more people stepped forward: "Let us try it."

Ling Chi smiled broadly: "Please feel free to choose, gentlemen."

"it is good!"

Each of them picked a piece of cut cake, smelled it first, and found it very sweet and tempting, before putting it into their mouths one after another.

"Well--"

"Oh--"

"what--"

"Um--"

"..."

A series of ringing sounds rang out, and a few more extras dropped a few mediocre white recipes, better than nothing.

but……

Looking at the pile of gleaming silver, Ling Chi smiled like a chrysanthemum: "Thank you for your patronage, please come again!"

One person might be a shill, two people might be shills, but three people, four people, a whole group of people, surely they can't all be shills!

With a group of examples to refer to, the diners put aside their doubts and immediately joined the queue to try before buying. Although it was painful to spend ten taels of silver, the personal experience of restoring energy and strength made everyone feel that it was well worth the money. Some people with a lot of money even bought more than a dozen pieces of cake at once, just in case.

Seeing that Ling Chi's stall was getting more and more lively, Huang Rong became more and more curious: "Brother Jing, do you think that boy's cut cake really has such magical effects?"

Guo Jing shook his head: "I don't know. But the world is vast and full of wonders. Seeing so many people willing to spend money, it must be very effective."

Huang Rong smiled slightly: "Why think so much? Just try it and you'll know."

“Rong’er is right,” Guo Jing said. “If it really has the effect of restoring physical strength, our chances of winning this battle against the Mongol army will increase by three points.”

"Don't think about that, let's go take a look first."

"it is good."

……

"It's Master Guo and Chief Huang."

"Make way, Master Guo and Chief Huang are here."

"Greetings, Master Guo! Greetings, Chief Huang!"

With a crowd making way, Guo Jing and Huang Rong walked over with smiles and nods.

Unlike the leaders' inspection, everyone looked at them with admiration, which was a heartfelt love and respect for the heroes.

Guo Jing, Huang Rong.

Ling Chi watched the two figures slowly approaching, feeling a surge of excitement. He was finally meeting them in person.

Guo Jing, a great hero, dedicated himself to his country and its people. Aside from failing to properly raise Guo Fu, he was virtually without fault.

Huang Rong was clever and mischievous, devoted to her husband. But Guo Fu and Yang Guo were stains on her reputation that she could never wash away.

All Jin Yong fans agree on one thing about Huang Rong: during the Legend of the Condor Heroes era, she was loved by everyone, but during the Return of the Condor Heroes era, she was hated by everyone. It's truly admirable how Jin Yong managed to transform a beloved young woman into a universally disliked middle-aged woman.

Is there some kind of metaphor involved?

Single girls are loved by everyone, while married middle-aged women are disliked by everyone?

Such profound knowledge.

"Young brother," Guo Jing said, standing in front of the stall with his hands clasped in greeting, "may I ask your honorable name?"

"You're too kind, Master Guo." Ling Chi returned the greeting and said, "My name is Ling Chi."

"Lingchi?" Everyone was stunned.

Is there anyone else with that name?

“Master Guo, you’ve misunderstood.” Ling Chi smiled. “Chi is the ‘pond’ in ‘pond’.”

"Oh." Guo Jing suddenly realized, "So it's Brother Ling. Brother Ling, are you here to attend the Heroes' Gathering?"

"No, that's not it." Ling Chi smiled. "I'm just joining in the fun and selling some things to make a little money."

Huang Rong chuckled: "Brother Ling has earned quite a bit of money. Ten taels of silver is enough for a family of three to live on for three years."

“Madam Guo, you are mistaken.” Ling Chi shook his head. “My cut cake is made with many precious ingredients; otherwise, how could it have such miraculous effects? As the saying goes, you get what you pay for. Why don’t you try a piece, Madam Guo, and prove that what I say is true!”

Seeing Ling Chi's calm and composed demeanor, Huang Rong smiled slightly: "It seems Brother Ling is very confident."

“The product is genuine and of high quality; confidence will naturally follow.” Ling Chi picked up a piece of cut cake and handed it over: “Madam Guo will know once she tries it.”

Looking at the piece of cake handed to her, Huang Rong smoothed her hair and laughed, "Unfortunately, I'm a beggar leader, I don't have any money to give you."

"Oh." Ling Chi put down the cut cake: "Cut cake! Fragrant and sweet cut cake, ten taels of silver a piece."

Huang Rong: "..."

Guo Jing laughed heartily: "Rare indeed! Rare indeed! Rong'er can be so humiliated!"

"Brother Jing~~~~~" Huang Rong rolled her eyes shyly. Although she was over thirty, she was still so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

Guo Jing felt a warmth in his heart and chuckled, "Alright, alright, I won't laugh anymore."

His expression hardened, and he said to Ling Chi, "Brother Ling, may I have a piece to try? Don't worry, the price won't be small."

Ling Chi smiled broadly, picked up a piece of cut cake and handed it over: "I trust Master Guo, please."

Huang Rong found it rather grating and thought to herself: He trusts Brother Jing, but doesn't he trust me? This person is truly despicable.

Guo Jing took the cake, peeled it open, and put it in his mouth. He found it fragrant and sweet, with the aroma of various nuts and dried fruits. It was very sweet and more delicious than any dessert he had ever eaten.

Immediately, the energy and stamina that had been spent entertaining heroes over the past few days were replenished out of thin air, and all fatigue was swept away.

"Great!" Guo Jing exclaimed excitedly, "It is indeed very effective! With this cut cake, when all the heroes fight against the Mongol army, they will surely be full of energy and better able to fight for a long time."

Having studied the military strategy in Yue Fei's military treatise, four words immediately came to Guo Jing's mind: "On protracted war!" (Just kidding!)

Chapter Nineteen: Comparing Cooking Skills with Huang Rong

Huang Rong finally succumbed to temptation and spent money to buy a piece of cut cake.

After eating, Huang Rong felt an instant surge of energy and stamina, and her shock was palpable.

In all her life, she had never seen any food that could instantly restore a person's strength and energy.

And...it tastes really good.

This sweet rice cake is a blend of various nuts and dried fruits, seasoned with sugar. The interplay of flavors creates a perfectly balanced and delicious taste. It's simply incredible.

With her unparalleled culinary skills, even she couldn't help but feel inferior in comparison.

At least when it comes to making cut cakes, she is far inferior.

Because she simply doesn't know how (funny guy).

"Brother Ling, I'll take all of this cut cake." Guo Jing was both happy and anxious. He was happy about the efficacy of the cut cake, but anxious because he absolutely could not let it fall into the hands of the Mongols.

Name your price!

"You flatter me, Master Guo." Ling Chi smiled slightly and said, "Actually, I've always had a wish. If you can help me fulfill it, I'd be happy to give you all this cut cake."

"Really!?" Guo Jing was overjoyed.

“A man’s word is his bond,” Ling Chi said. “After all, I am also a Han Chinese.”

"Great!" Guo Jing patted his shoulder excitedly. "Good brother! Good man!"

Huang Rong was also very happy, but thinking of Ling Chi's wish, she asked, "I wonder what Brother Ling's wish is?"

"Yes, yes," Guo Jing quickly said, "I was too impatient and forgot that Brother Ling hasn't mentioned his wish yet."

"Hehe." Ling Chi chuckled and said, "It's actually very simple."

Turning to look at Huang Rong, his eyes held a hint of joy at his impending wish: "I want Madam Guo..."

Guo Jing and Huang Rong's expressions changed instantly, and the surrounding martial arts practitioners also showed expressions of rage.

"You look for……"

Before the word "death" could be uttered, Ling Chi said, "Let's have a cooking contest."

Guo Jing: "..."

Everyone: "..."

"..." Huang Rong's expression was quite interesting, indescribably so: "A cooking competition?"

“Indeed.” Ling Chi nodded and said, “I have long heard that Madam Guo’s culinary skills are unparalleled. Back then, she used delicious food to lure Hong Qigong into teaching Master Guo the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, which is unprecedented. I have loved cooking since I was a child, but unfortunately, after mastering the skills, I have searched the whole world but could not find an opponent who can compete with me. Today, Madam Guo is right in front of me, how can I miss this opportunity?”