Chef God of the Wuxia and Fantasy World

He slapped his hands on the cake and said, "As long as Madam Guo and I have a cooking contest, regardless of who wins or loses, all this cake is yours."

"..." Guo Jing turned to look at Huang Rong: "Rong'er."

Huang Rong chuckled and said, "Alright, I'd also like to have a match with Brother Ling. How shall we spar?"

“No fluff,” Ling Chi said. “We will select nine heroes who are the most skilled in martial arts and highly respected in the audience to serve as judges. You and I will each prepare a dish that is our specialty, and the nine judges will vote to decide the winner.”

“Alright.” Huang Rong’s eyes lit up: “Let’s do as Brother Ling says.” She paused: “As for the judges with the highest martial arts skills and the most respected moral character…”

"Hahahaha—" A burst of laughter came from afar, and an old man with white hair, wearing tattered and patched clothes and carrying a vermilion lacquered wine gourd on his back, strode over.

"The highest martial arts skills and the most virtuous and respected, isn't that what you call the old beggar!" In the blink of an eye, the old man was already close by, laughing loudly, "The old beggar should definitely be one of the judges."

"Master!"

"Seventh Master!"

"Old Master Hong!"

The newcomer was none other than one of the Five Greats, the Northern Beggar—Hong Qigong.

"Hahaha." Hong Qigong laughed loudly, "I didn't expect that as soon as this old beggar arrived, he heard that Rong'er was going to have a cooking competition with someone. This old beggar hasn't eaten your cooking in a long time, and today I'm going to have a good meal."

Huang Rong smiled broadly: "If Seventh Master wants to eat, how could Rong'er dare not make it? It's just that Brother Ling's cooking skills are extraordinary, and Rong'er is afraid she will lose."

“You little brat, you can admit defeat?” Hong Qigong didn’t believe it.

He turned to look at Ling Chi, stroked his beard, and asked, "Little guy, what's your name? Who is your master?"

"My name is Ling Chi, Chi as in pond." Ling Chi smiled slightly, clasped his hands and said, "As for my apprenticeship... I learned my family's culinary skills, including frying, stir-frying, braising, stewing and simmering."

"Uh..." This sudden change in style almost made Hong Qigong's jaw drop: "Cough, not bad, not bad. This old beggar is looking forward to your delicious cooking."

Ling Chi smiled slightly: "I won't let Master Qi down."

……

The news that Huang Gang was going to have a cooking contest with a mysterious young man quickly spread throughout Lu Family Village, leaving the heroes present astonished.

Chief Huang is having a cooking competition with someone? Are you kidding me?

As it turned out, there was no mistake. And it wasn't just Huang Rong; even Guo Jing was eagerly arranging this competition, leaving everyone astonished.

How could even Master Guo act so recklessly?

"Haha, the old beggar is one of the judges, we still need eight more."

Even Elder Hong...

Everyone was bewildered, wondering if they were still asleep and dreaming.

……

The Lu family village was large, and the kitchen was spacious, with four stoves. At this moment, Ling Chi and Huang Rong each occupied two stoves in the kitchen.

Since there are nine judges, and each judge has to make nine portions of their signature dish, two stoves are just the right amount.

"Brother Ling even prepared the ingredients in advance, it seems you anticipated this step." Seeing that Ling Chi had prepared the ingredients himself, Huang Rong narrowed her eyes.

"I did think of that, but I didn't expect it to go so smoothly." Ling Chi didn't hide anything: "I thought I would have to set up a stall to create a sensation before attracting Madam Guo's attention, but I didn't expect Madam Guo to come out as soon as I shouted."

Huang Rong chuckled lightly: "Your voice carries a profound inner strength, how could I not come?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "I wonder how Brother Ling cultivated? That shout of yours contained at least fifty or sixty years of internal energy. For your age, it's rather unbelievable."

"My age?" Ling Chi smiled. "How old does Madam Guo think I am?"

If Ling Chi hadn't asked, Huang Rong wouldn't have cared. But his question reminded her: "Could it be that Brother Ling only looks young, but is actually much older?"

Ling Chi nodded: "I'll give you three chances. Can Madam Guo guess it?"

"That's easy," Huang Rong said with a smile. "Even if Brother Ling's age is older than he looks, it won't be beyond a certain range." After thinking for a moment, Huang Rong guessed, "Twenty-five years old?"

Ling Chi smiled and shook his head.

"So...twenty-eight years old?"

Ling Chi shook his head again.

"Could it be that Brother Ling is already thirty years old?" Huang Rong exclaimed in shock.

"It's a pity." Ling Chi shook his head. "I've given Madam Guo three chances, but unfortunately, she guessed wrong each time. Let's cook! Please, Madam Guo, give it your all and don't let me win too easily."

Ling Chi changed the subject, which made Huang Rong a little uncomfortable, but these last words made her snort: "If you lose, let's see what you have to say?"

"I won't lose." Ling Chi had absolute confidence in himself.

"I won't lose either." Huang Rong also had full confidence in herself.

The two locked eyes, sparks flying.

Chapter Twenty: Daughter-Obsessed

Ling Chi and Huang Rong were busy in the kitchen, while Hong Qigong and Guo Jing were selecting the remaining judges from among the people in the manor.

Besides Hong Qigong and Guo Jing, the other seven are Lu Youjiao from the Beggars' Sect, Zhu Ziliu, a scholar under Master Yideng, Lu Guanying, the head of the Lu Family Manor who organized this Heroes' Gathering, and two extras...

The last two were Huang Rong herself, who was strongly requested by Ling Chi, and Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, who was pulled out of the crowd by Hong Qigong due to the butterfly effect.

"Hehehe, Huang Yaoshi, where have you been enjoying yourself all these years? Your own daughter and son-in-law held a gathering of heroes, but you kept it a secret and refused to show up. If it weren't for my sharp ears, I would have been fooled by you."

"Huang doesn't need to explain his actions to anyone. You old beggar, mind your own business."

"Hehe, I can't be bothered with that. Hey, is this little girl your apprentice? She's quite pretty."

"Humph!"

At this moment, as the two most senior figures in the entire martial arts world, Hong Qigong and Dongxie sat at the head of the table, joking around, while the others huddled in the corner, daring not to say or do anything.

Huang Yaoshi is now nearly eighty years old, yet he remains upright and vigorous, looking no more than fifty years old, demonstrating his remarkable ability to preserve his youth. In comparison, Hong Qigong is close in age to Huang Yaoshi, but appears to be an old man in his seventies or eighties. However, due to his profound internal strength, his physical condition is no less than that of a young person, and his voice remains loud and clear.

One is the Eastern Heretic, and the other is the Northern Beggar. Both are legends in the martial arts world. The people of the surrounding martial arts world are excited, admire, and most feel honored to be able to see two legends of the martial arts world at the same time.

Perhaps when they are surrounded by children and grandchildren in the future, they will tell them about this scene: "Son, do you know? Your old man also saw the Eastern Heretic and the Northern Beggar back then..."

At this moment, Lu Wushuang was staring at the girl standing behind Huang Yaoshi in the crowd.

Although it has been five years since we last met, and he has grown a lot, his features and temperament have not changed much from back then.

"Cousin Cheng Ying..."

Lu Wushuang was so excited she almost cried out, wanting to go up and recognize her, but seeing Huang Yaoshi's unfriendly expression made her back down.

My cousin seems to be Huang Yaoshi's apprentice. Being able to become a disciple of the Eastern Heretic means she's destined for a bright future, while she...

No, no!

Lu Wushuang shook her head repeatedly, her eyes filled with confidence.

So what if she's the Eastern Heretic? Doesn't she still have the Western Poison chained up in the yard of her little wooden house?

The Eastern Heretic and the Western Poison are equally famous. Since the Western Poison can be locked up by the Big Brother, what's so great about the Eastern Heretic?

Thinking of this, Lu Wushuang was about to step forward to acknowledge Cheng Ying, but suddenly stopped in her tracks, thinking: No, my older brother is currently having a cooking competition with Huang Rong, I can't cause him any trouble. Yes, I'll acknowledge my cousin after the competition is over. Hehe, I'm so clever and understanding. Such a good girl, I wonder which fool will end up with her!

Lu Wushuang became increasingly narcissistic.

About an hour later, a servant in the manor shouted, "Master Huang's meal is ready, serve!"

Nine maids filed in carrying trays, presenting the eight judges with Huang Rong's most famous dish—"Jade Flute, Who Hears the Falling Plum Blossoms."

This dish consists of five different types of meat paired together. Each meat strip is made up of four smaller meat strips. There are only five types of meat: one is lamb rump, one is pig ear, one is veal kidney, and the other is venison leg meat plus rabbit meat. However, the taste is different when you bite into pork and lamb together, and it is also different when you chew venison and beef together. If you don't count the changes in the order, there are a total of twenty-five variations, which is the number of five-five plum blossoms. Also, its shape is like a flute, hence the name.

When Huang Rong was young, she won over Hong Qigong's stomach with this dish, making him willingly pass on the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to Guo Jing. If Huang Rong hadn't possessed such unparalleled culinary skills, how could Guo Jing have become the greatest hero in the world?

Guo Jing's life was truly blessed by his wife. Without her support, he would have been nothing more than a second-rate martial arts master.

When discussing a man's future achievements, besides his own efforts, the type of woman he marries also matters. Marrying a woman who brings him good fortune will inevitably lead to a meteoric rise in his career; while marrying a lazy, promiscuous woman...

Hey bro, is this your hat? It's really nice, it's green!

……

"smell good!"

"What a nice view!"

"What a beautifully presented dish."

Everyone present was captivated by the sight of the jade flute playing "Who Can Hear the Plum Blossoms Fall" and the aroma emanating from the dishes.

"As expected of Chief Huang, his culinary skills are truly unparalleled."

Everyone present praised it.

Hong Qigong looked nostalgic: "I never thought that after so many years, this old beggar would be able to eat this dish again. Rong'er is so thoughtful."

"Hmph!" Huang Yaoshi looked disdainful, but a smile appeared on his lips: "When it comes to cooking skills, I'm afraid no one in the world can match Rong'er."

"Hehe." Hong Qigong chuckled and said, "I originally thought so too, but that kid surnamed Ling is quite interesting. Perhaps he can serve up a dish that will surprise us."

"Perhaps!" Huang Yaoshi said dismissively.

Amidst the crowd, Lu Wushuang inhaled the fragrance emanating from the air, finding it refreshing and invigorating. He thought to himself: This heroine Huang Rong is indeed extraordinary; judging solely from her fragrance, she is already on par with my older brother.

"I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting." At this moment, Huang Rong walked over from the direction of the kitchen, wiping away her sweat. Upon seeing Huang Yaoshi in the crowd, she was overjoyed: "Father! You've come!"

Looking at his daughter, who was over thirty years old and still as beautiful as ever, Huang Yaoshi glanced at the honest Guo Jing and sighed inwardly: "My beautiful daughter is so lucky to have been given to this silly boy."

"You little rascal, you've gotten so thin!" Huang Yaoshi said with a hint of tenderness.

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's nose suddenly stung, and tears almost welled up in her eyes. But in front of so many people, she could only suppress this impulse and smiled brightly: "It's probably because my daughter is pregnant and has been quite busy lately that she has lost some weight."

"..." Huang Yaoshi glared fiercely at Guo Jing, leaving Guo Jing bewildered: "Why is my father-in-law looking at me like that?"

"..." Huang Yaoshi thought to himself, 'Don't be angry, don't be angry,' and stopped looking at him. He got up and pulled Huang Rong to his side, saying, "Since you are pregnant, don't overwork yourself. Come back to Peach Blossom Island with me to rest and recuperate later!"

Huang Rong smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Father, but with the Mongols about to invade the south, Brother Jing can't do without my care!"

It's Guo Jing again!

Huang Yaoshi was furious and snorted coldly, "Suit yourself!"

Seeing her father's jealousy, Huang Rong chuckled softly, with a hint of coquetry, and said, "Father, don't be angry. After we defeat the Mongol soldiers, I'll come back to Peach Blossom Island with you, okay?"

"Since you've already made your decision, why are you still asking your father?" Huang Yaoshi snorted and said, "Sit down quickly! Don't disturb the fetus."