Martial Arts Crossover: Infiltrating a Girls' Chat Group at the Start

Ji Ru: Isn't there any other way?

Wu Xingyun: You little girl, why are you worrying about this? The timing of events won't change anytime soon. If the next Zhou emperor doesn't act recklessly, the world won't be in chaos.

Ji Ru: My elder brother, the Crown Prince, is quite wise.

Lian Ni Chang: I've learned something new.

Lin Zhu: I've learned something new.

Wang Yuyan: I've learned something new.

A huge amount of posts flooded the screen.

Wu Xingyun was getting annoyed: "Shut up, all of you! Have nothing better to do? Go practice your skills! @Wang Yuyan, I heard you can only leave when you reach the Grandmaster level? Then stop bothering us."

Wang Yuyan said aggrievedly: "I understand, Grandma. I'll go cultivate right now."

Lin Zhu: Sweetie, pat on the head (jpg), @Wang Yuyan

Wang Yuyan: Hmph! @Lin Zhu

Wu Xingyun: @Wang Yuyan, aren't you going yet? @Lin Zhu, stop bothering her!

Lin Zhu: Yes, Grandma!

He immediately logged off.

At this moment, Huang Rong and Paoding finished cooking.

There were thirty-six dishes in total, eighteen for each person, laid out on two tables in the main courtyard, filling them to the brim.

Huang Rong's dishes are mostly innovative, and she excels at plating them, making them look beautiful and delicious.

Butchering dishes are usually elaborate, and the presentation is also important, but not particularly refined; however, the aroma is even more exquisite.

"How can you compare these?"

Lin Zhu asked while his mouth watered. He was a normal person and still couldn't resist delicious food.

Huang Rong said, "Master Chef Ding and I will taste each other's dishes and we will naturally be able to tell the difference."

"Not bad!" Butcher Ding nodded.

The two began to eat and savor the dishes.

There is no such thing as taking a bite and then rinsing your mouth.

Food is for people to eat, so the better the cooking skills, the less afraid you are of clashing flavors.

Unless you're tasting dishes prepared by different chefs, you might be worried about ingredient clashes.

For example, bananas with jujubes taste absolutely amazing.

If one person eats eighteen dishes, they only need to pick up their chopsticks eighteen times, which is very quick.

Huang Rong put down her chopsticks and said, "Master Chef Ding's skills are superb. Rong'er is no match for him. Rong'er concedes defeat."

"Hehehe!" Butcher Ding scratched his head. "Miss Huang, your cooking skills are also quite good. At your age, I can't cook as well as you."

After all, he had been cooking for over a decade longer, and he was also extremely talented in cooking. It's not surprising that Huang Rong lost to him.

Lin Zhu ignored all of that and asked, "Can we eat now?"

"Yes, yes, everyone, come and sit down at the table quickly," Huang Rong and the butcher greeted them warmly.

Lin Zhu ate from both sides and compared them, and they both tasted delicious, so he couldn't stop eating.

Jing Tianming was the same way, indulging in excessive eating and drinking.

"Leave some for me!" Lu Xiaofeng climbed down from the courtyard wall and joined in.

The portions were generous, but we still didn't get enough to eat.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Lin Zhu looked at Lu Xiaofeng and said, "Brother Lu, shouldn't we settle our accounts now?"

Chu Liuxiang moved his foot, blocking Lu Xiaofeng's escape route. "Brother Lu, you've walked right into a trap."

Lu Xiaofeng covered his face and asked, "Can you please not slap my face?"

"If you grant me one request, I won't do anything," Lin Zhu said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng nodded and said, "As long as you don't make me do bad things, Brother Lin, I will agree."

"Good! You said it yourself, Brother Hua, Brother Chu, and everyone else, you all heard it."

"We heard that," the others responded, curious about what conditions Lin Zhu would propose.

But then Lin Zhu said...

Chapter 113 Lin Shiyin's Dog Skin Plaster

"I want you to shave the left side of your beard."

Lu Xiaofeng asked instinctively, "What about the one on the right?"

Lin Zhu smiled and said, "Whether you stay or leave the right side is, of course, your decision."

"Why don't you just let me shave my beard?" Lu Xiaofeng pointed at Lin Zhu. "You're even worse than Ximen Chuixue."

"Hahaha!" Hua Manlou and Chu Liuxiang laughed loudly.

Chu Liuxiang said, "Brother Lu, Brother Lin only asked me to shave the left side of his beard. You were the one who wanted to shave the right side, so you can't blame him for that."

"So he's even worse than Ximen Chuixue!" Lu Xiaofeng shook his head helplessly, then reached out and wiped his upper lip.

Lu Xiaofeng, who used to have four eyebrows, now only has two.

He looked at Lin Zhu and asked, "Is this feasible?"

Lin Zhu nodded and smiled, "Okay, okay, this looks much better."

Chu Liuxiang nodded and said, "I think so too. Four eyebrows, they're an eyesore! Hahaha!"

"You guys!" Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, but he didn't think much of it. Several months ago, Ximen Chuixue had already made him shave his head once, so what difference would one more time make?

On a pleasant afternoon, everyone enjoyed the autumn breeze in the courtyard.

The weather is gradually getting cooler, which is just the right time to relax.

Lin Zhu said, "Brother Lu, Brother Chu, you two have traveled the world and seen a lot. I wonder how many people will participate in this Food God Competition?"

Lu Xiaofeng said, "I do know a bit about that. Liu Yiyi, the female food goddess of Sichuan Food God's House, has amazing cooking skills and should be there. There's also the Third Pig King. I was fortunate enough to have a meal of his braised pork, and it was quite delicious. He's a good eater and will definitely not miss this competition."

"And there's the honest monk," Chu Liuxiang added. "His vegetarian dishes are truly excellent. The Lu family cuisine of Jiangnan, Chen Bangling of Juxialou in Sichuan, and Zhou Jidi of Yangquan Restaurant in Lingnan are all top-notch chefs."

Among the crowd, the butcher listened most attentively and said, "I never imagined there were so many culinary masters in the world."

Lin Zhu swallowed hard and asked, "Have you all tried it?"

"I haven't tried them all," Lu Xiaofeng shook his head. "However, this time, since Qi Tong and I are judges for the Food God Competition, we'll be able to savor them in detail."

He chuckled as he spoke.

Chu Liuxiang was a little upset because he had a problem with his sense of smell and couldn't smell anything, so he was excluded from the judging panel.

"Oh, right, some imperial chefs from the palace will also be participating. Master Butcher, and Miss Huang, you have a lot of competitors!" Lu Xiaofeng said.

Huang Rong waved her hand, "I'm not participating, it's too tiring."

Lin Zhu asked, "Besides you and Brother Hua, who else is a judge?"

"I heard that the Beggar Clan leader Hong Qigong will be coming, along with the Prince of Zhennan of Dali and the Overlord Fist Wine Immortal. If nothing unexpected happens, Zhang Zhenren of Wudang might also come. It is said that this old immortal is a glutton."

"Even the old immortal Zhang has been attracted here. It seems that the capital is going to become more and more lively!" Liu Ruoxin frowned. This meant that they, the officials, would also have to get busy. Public security was no small matter.

“That’s right, we searched the whole capital yesterday and almost ended up sleeping on the streets,” Paoding said with a sigh.

The group chatted for more than an hour.

The sun was setting and there was a slight chill in the air. Jing Tianming rubbed his arms and said, "I wish I could be a judge at the conference like Brother Lu."

"Hahaha!" Jing Ke patted his head. "Then you'll need to have Brother Lu's reputation."

Lu Xiaofeng enjoys a high reputation in the martial arts world and the imperial court, not because of his martial arts skills, but because of his intelligence—a clever mind that solves many strange cases without ever getting hurt.

Besides him and Hua Manlou, the two business tycoons, Wan Sanqian and Shen Wansan, will also be coming.

For dinner that followed, Huang Rong and the butcher worked together to prepare another sumptuous feast for them.

Cooking Ding learned some techniques from Huang Rong, and his cooking skills improved somewhat. Huang Rong, on the other hand, was very humble and learned Cooking Ding's skills.

With Huang Rong, Song Tian'er, and Paoding in the kitchen, Jing Tianming couldn't get a word in edgewise.

With the three chefs working together, even Hua Manlou couldn't help but exclaim that this meal was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

In the evening, it was time to assign rooms.

Lin Zhu and his group still lived in the small courtyard, while Paoding and his group lived in the main courtyard.

Then Huang Rong and Song Tian'er shared a room, and they had a lot to talk about.

Su Rongrong and Li Hongxiu lived together.

Lin Zhu and Zhang San Niang each had a room.

Lin Zhu's internal energy circulated automatically, and he slept soundly through the night without incident.

On the outskirts of the capital, a carriage moved slowly forward, driven by a burly man.

A man on horseback accompanies the carriage on each side, followed by a group of women in cloaks.

Upon reaching the city gate, the women reined in their horses and said to the carriage, "Miss Lin, we'll stop here."

The carriage curtain was lifted, and Lin Shiyin stepped out, bowing slightly and saying, "Shiyin thanks all the sisters for escorting me. I am deeply grateful."

"Miss Lin, you're too kind. This is the Lord's order. We'll take our leave now." Granny Yu dismounted, clasped her hands in a fist salute, and then mounted her horse again.

He reined in his horse, turned back, and headed west.

Lin Shiyin and Li Jinwen watched them leave.

"Brother, let's hurry into the city." This was Long Xiaoyun. He was originally supposed to stay at Li Garden, but he still came along.

Li Jinwen found it difficult to refuse and was often given the cold shoulder by Lin Shiyin.

Long Xiaoyun was also persistent and clingy, like a stubborn plaster that couldn't be shaken off.