bestfiction Chapter 291 Chef: Soulmate!
Chapter 291 Chef: Soulmate!
Although he usually takes this out of his dentures and the result is no different from what he's seeing now, he's being safe.
Who can guarantee that if I face a brute and he punches me in the face, my dentures won't be knocked out?
It's safest to keep it inside your own body.
The power of the eighth level of Qi Refining flowed continuously within his body, and a strong force spread between his muscles.
Zhong Ming couldn't quite make a decision for the moment.
Is it that this "Body Refining Technique" truly has the ability to strengthen the body, and the "little bit" of spiritual energy that dissipated after breaking through the bottleneck strengthened his physical body, or is it that the dragon soul hidden in his body took the opportunity to eat a bite, and the dragon vein helped him improve his physical abilities?
With some time left in his seclusion, he took a deep breath. The spiritual energy here was incredibly dense; leaving early would be a waste. He immediately continued cultivating.
......
A few days later.
The Flame Wolf Army's main mess hall.
Eight basins were stacked in front of Zhong Ming.
Yes, a basin.
He ate eight large bowls of food served in washbasins and was now launching a fierce attack on the ninth.
It was surrounded by a large crowd.
The cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining are probably the highest level cultivators in this canteen. Since these foods are acquired, they will inevitably introduce some impurities into the meridians. Naturally, it is better to eat as little as possible. They mostly consume demonic beasts or pills that are also low in impurities.
Of course, this is not the reason why everyone gathered to watch the bell ring.
"This guy is amazing! He ate eight bowls of such terrible food."
"Holy crap, does this guy have no sense of taste? No tongue? He's just picking it up and pouring it into his mouth, what a genius!"
"I suspect he came to the Flame Wolf Army because his family couldn't afford to support him anymore and was going to be eaten out of business, so they sent him here to steal our food."
"Hey, hey, how can you talk like that? What do you mean by 'steal'? You can't even fight over this awful-smelling food?"
"Hey." The speaker gestured with his chin, and the others looked in the direction indicated. They saw the cook carrying a large wok, walking towards them while cursing and shouting, "Don't waste food!"
This "chef" is not a highly skilled chef. Due to the strong internal competition within the Flame Wolf Army, the canteen chefs, unless they are cultivators, simply cannot control the situation. This chef, whose salary is settled in spirit stones, comes here every day full of resentment, cooks pot after pot, then falls asleep, and gets up to cook again when he wakes up.
His cultivation method only involves breathing exercises at night; otherwise, he wouldn't have taken on this job.
Today, he was suddenly asked by a group of people to work overtime and cook a few more dishes. Who would be happy about that?
He glanced around and saw that there were still quite a few people lined up behind him. Then he realized that someone must have started a fight.
It seems that after not making a move for several months, the new recruits are still unaware of my abilities.
He approached the crowd step by step, his momentum growing stronger. He grabbed the outermost onlookers and pulled them backward, leading them into the crowd.
A fierce-looking man appeared, with piercing tiger eyes, black beard and eyebrows, broad shoulders and a large body, long, unkempt hair as stiff as a steel brush, and several scars on his face, looking as ferocious as a demon.
Then, he saw the man wielding chopsticks with incredible speed and force. He swung the large iron basin and brought it to his mouth, shoving leftover food and soup into his mouth like a whirlwind. After finishing, he slammed the iron basin down on the table, his eyes wide open, staring fiercely at the girl sitting in front of him.
"Bring more wine and food!"
The fourth sister rested her chin on her hand, looking at the guy in front of her with curiosity. He really... wasn't polite at all.
How much is food worth to a cultivator? But this Master Cuihong managed to make her frown as she ate.
"Are you alright? Won't you die from eating so much?"
"What do you mean by 'stuffing myself'? I've been in seclusion for fifty days, what's wrong with eating more? You promised to treat me to a meal as an apology, you can't go back on your word." Zhong Ming burped, showing no signs of being full.
The chef's imposing manner immediately diminished, but he still steeled himself and stepped forward, tapping the large iron basin with his spatula, and asked:
"You...kid...ate so much?"
"Hey, who are you? The chef? Hurry up and cook the dishes. You get what you pay for. She'll pay for it. Go now."
Zhong Ming spoke with conviction, but the others just laughed it off, since the amount of money was hardly worth mentioning.
Immediately, a busybody asked, "Hey buddy, what kind of kung fu do you practice? How can you digest this so quickly? You're not picky at all?"
"A picky eater? I guess I am a bit, but the food here is pretty good."
Little did they know that this one sentence would excite the chef.
After cooking this whole batch of rice for so long, someone actually said it tastes good! I... don't believe it. I'll cook another batch, and I'll personally bring it over and watch you finish it. I just won't believe it.
The chef slammed his spatula down and turned to leave.
After he had walked a little further away, someone quietly approached Zhong Ming's ear and whispered, "Dude, tell me where you're from. Have you never eaten anything good before?"
Zhong Ming glanced at him sideways and smiled slightly: "I'll tell you if you treat me to a meal."
"Forget it."
Seeing Zhong Ming's astonishing appetite, the young man felt a little uneasy.
Humans are not afraid of powerful beings, but they are afraid of the unknown.
Zhong Ming didn't put down his chopsticks. No one knew how much more he could eat; it might be just a bowl, or it might be a whole bucket.
Ten minutes later, the chef brought over the large iron pot.
This was a real hodgepodge, with all the freshly prepared vegetables stir-fried together. The other people waiting for their food quietly walked away when they saw it.
Forget it, missing a meal isn't a big deal. I have some fasting pills, I'll just take one more.
After a cup of tea's time had passed.
The chef excitedly grasped Zhong Ming's hands, who was burping contentedly.
Chef: A true friend, a real friend!
Fourth Sister, what a terrible thing you've done! What a terrible thing you've done!
The chef wished he could imitate the legend of Bo Ya breaking his string and seal the pot on the spot, saying that he would only make this dish when you came!
At this moment, Zhong Ming was still unaware of what had happened. He was only eating in bits and pieces, and his attention was mostly focused on switching on and off the storage stone dentures. He did not care how strange the final taste was.
When the chef inquired about Zhong Ming's name and learned that he was a new recruit and had already reached the eighth level of Qi Refining, his voice instantly rose several notches.
"Look at you all! The newcomers are already at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and what are you at? Be honest with yourselves! What was your level when you first arrived? What is it now? What's the difference? It's in how much you eat! My cooking will guarantee you all the nutrition you need. If you had half his ability, you would have reached the Foundation Establishment stage long ago!"
Seeing that the chef was becoming increasingly absurd, the fourth sister couldn't hold back any longer. She slammed the spirit stone on the table, grabbed Zhong Ming, and struggled to escape the "encirclement." Behind them, the chef's eager voice could still be heard: "Come again anytime!"