Once in a  lifetime, there is some very rambunctious cutlery as well as mischievous cooking wear.

Burgundy red wine stewed beef.

    In the story of the spirit of the restaurant, the pig's foot was born in the first class of the distant month, and made a fortunately, the red wine stewed beef, so that the unspoken teacher Roland Chapel gave a high evaluation.

    In fact, this is a French dish.

    On a fixed recipe, Burgundy red wine goulash actually has a lot of practices to see the chef's play.

    Will Xia Yu do Burgundy red wine stewed beef?

    If it is other Western food, you must make a big question mark.

    However, the Burgundy red wine stewed beef, when the drama of the genius of the restaurant is popular, Xia Yu as a big-handed goods with hands-on ability, naturally found the recipe of the comics appendix, painstakingly studied for a long time .

    What's more, the Burgundy red wine stew made according to the comics is not good, and can even be judged as poor. At that time, Xia Yu thought about it and finally caught a key flaw in the comic recipe:

    no honey!

    Later, it was a coincidence that in the same place of anime and food, I heard about a French film "Julie and Julia" in 2009, and compared with the description of a large number of French cuisine in the movie, it was considered a real burgundy red wine goulash. , successfully restored, tastes praise.

    "Where are the ingredients ready?" After

    washing hands and wearing aprons and kitchen hats, after completing the basic etiquette of a chef, Xia Yu looked at the kitchen counter of the western restaurant.

    Two large pieces of thawed beef, this is the main ingredient.

    "[Beef shoulder], excellent quality, 8 hours and 56 minutes of freezing time, fresh."

    Hand contact beef, kitchen god system gives information on food identification, green quality.

    "Beef shoulder? Good, the meat in this position, the fiber is fine, the taste is smooth and tender, suitable for stewing, roasting, braising and firing curry." Xia Yu said to himself, and his eyes swept through other ingredients. "You can start!"

    Snapped!

    A very thick piece of beef smashed on the chopping board. Xia Yu chose the sharpest kitchen knife on the kitchen table, using the index finger, middle finger and thumb, and pinching the handle and the blade. Slowly breathe twice, and the hand is falling!

    The two chefs and the chef of Xia Zhiqiu only saw the silver light flashing past, and the beef on the chopping board did not seem to change.

    However, Xia Yu's movements did not stop, and the right hand continued to rise and fall, very regular, as if to direct the band, the knife and the chopping board collided, the sound is so sweet.

    The chef of Xia Zhiqiu has changed his face.

    He obviously remembered something, and fixedly focused on Xia Yu who was seriously dealing with beef. "...this knife... Is he a student

    of Yuanyue ?" What he cares about is that Xia Yu has a strange grip. the way.

    I have been gazing at Xia Yu's processing of two large chunks of thick beef, and the Xia Zhiqiu chef is even more confused.

    Among the students in the middle and high schools of Yuanyue, there may also be geniuses who have this knife. However, this young man, the chef who seems to have been working for many years, calm and elegant, is not in the greenhouse. It is unique!

    At this moment, the chef of Xia Zhiqiu is ashamed and has a recollection.

    From the time Xia Yu processed the ingredients, this kitchen seems to change hands, he can only be seen as a helper to watch.

    At the beginning, he was also the pride of the cooking school. However, the competition in the far month was too cruel. There were very few graduates every year. He was eliminated in the second year of the Ministry of Higher Education and was judged to have no chef talent.

    "Okay!" The

    two large pieces of beef were processed in one breath, and Xia Yu turned to take the bacon strips, which were also cut into very neat pieces of meat.

    Next, throw the equal-sized bacon strips into the pot and add water to cook. Xia Yu opens the gas stove and glances at it. Then he does not return to the head: "Help me take the kitchen paper..."

    The chef of Xia Zhiqi quickly handed the reel kitchen paper.

    Moisture is a taboo for beef dishes, so the chopped beef pieces must be squeezed out of the water, and the kitchen paper comes in handy. Xia Yu's expression was serious, and she constantly pulled out the kitchen paper, wrapped a piece of beef and repeatedly squeezed it.

    But that is part of the six ingredients, a bit of a handle, however, Xia Hill chef next summer plumage glance So, there are two other young kitchen help, "help with it!"

    Beef to the water is completed, the kitchen table There are still many side dishes that have not been processed, such as carrots, mushrooms, parsley, and Xia Yu hand over the side dish to the chef of Xia Zhiqiu. They took the pan and added olive oil to the hot pot. Fry the bacon pieces that are picked up from the skillet.

    Bacon is fried to a tan, and Xia Yu silently counts the time of frying, accurate to every second.

    Take the bacon, and the lard that is fried in bacon is left in the pan. The fire in the gas stove is still burning. Xia Yu skillfully uses the kitchen utensils to grab a piece of beef that has been dehydrated and put it in a pan.

    With the sound of frying, Xia Yu rolled the beef pieces, making each side of the beef a beautiful dark brown.

    When it comes to dark brown, it means you can make a pot.

    Temporarily put the fried beef pieces aside, Xia Yu reached out to the kitchen counter next to him, "Chopped carrots and big onions!"

    A young chef helped to hand the basket.

    There is still some oil left in the wok, so there is no need to refuel. The basket is skewed. At the same time, the carrots and the big onions are thrown into the pot and stir-fried. They are also too cooked. When the side of the side dish is put on a layer of golden oily coat. When you can, you can go out.

    Xia Yu pours carrots and large onions into the prepared cast iron saucepan, followed by dark brown beef, adding salt and black pepper. The specific dose depends on the chef's grasp.

    Two helpers widened their eyes.

    "Hey, he put salt and pepper like this, is it really okay?" A chef who saw Xia Yuxin's hand was stunned.

    "I don't think it's okay!" His companion looked at Xia Yu's busy back, but he was admired and envious. "He is a student of Yuanyue? It really is a talented person..." I

    thought of learning a few Years of cooking, or a helping kitchen, can not be independent, the young man lowered his head, holding a fist and a face of dissatisfaction.

    After salt and pepper, it is an important process.

    flour!

    Xia Yu grabbed a handful of flour and carefully sprinkled it on the beef and ingredients in the pot, forming a white coat to lock the moisture of the beef and increase the consistency of the soup.

    No need to use flour, just sprinkle a layer, then stir.

    The "drip"

    oven has been preheated to about 230 degrees. The cast iron pan is uncovered, placed in the oven for 4 minutes, then removed, then sprinkled with flour and baked for 4 minutes.

    The second time I took out the cast iron pot from the oven, a rich scent filled the kitchen.

    But the food is not finished yet.

    Various ingredients, parsley, crushed fragrant leaves, thyme...

    Finally pour red wine, drown the majority of the beef, add less boiled water, then put the cast iron pot on the gas stove and start to boil.

Waking up in the world of MHA (My Hero Academia).
But it is not like those fan-fic that I read in which the MC is the same age as the protagonist.

He is 3 years older than Midoriya Izuku.
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"Shit, I don't know who sent me here but at least because you didn't give me Izuku's age"

"And why I keep hearing a damn sound in my head"
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Well this is my first fan-fic I hope you like it

The treaty of bringing together the worlds of
BHNA --- boku no hero academia
SNS --- shokugueki no soma
Kenichi the most powerful disciple
As the story progresses I will try to integrate more.

Di!
At this time, the oven was preheated to 160 degrees, and the red wine and water in the cast iron pot were also boiled. Xia Yu covered the hot pot's edge with a cloth and put the pot into the oven.
Closing the oven door, he set the time to 30 minutes. Xia Yu turned to the kitchen table and left two kitchen hands looking at each other. Head Chef Kasumigaoka could not believe the baking time.
"30 minutes?"
"No way! Just now we carried out all the routine steps. I haven't seen what secret processing he had done to beef. How can we get it out in 30 minutes? If it is a normal oven, it has to wait one to two hours."
Chef Kasumigaoka listened to the whispers of the two kitchen hands and frowned deeply.
What was the difference?
He rested his chin on his hands. From the beginning of cutting beef to the final oven step, thinking back and forth, his brain finally flashed, and his heart lost his voice. "Wouldn't it be... Something different on knife skills?" 
How could outsiders imagine? Xia Yu was busy with his back to them.
Xia Yu turned his back to them and took care of the cooking regardless of what the outsiders imagined.
He continued to fry the mushroom slices with the melted yellow oil in the wok.
Half an hour passed quickly. With the sound of ding, the oven timer reminded him. Xia Yu turned around and took out the cast iron pan from the oven. He poured all the soup into the pan and used a spoon to skim off a layer of foam and grease on the surface of the soup.
This was a degreasing step. If the taste were heavier, you could continue to add salt and pepper after degreasing.
The poured soup should be heated and boiled. Xia Yu poured it back into the cast iron pan and added the fried mushroom slices, then continued to cook on the gas stove.
In fact, many western restaurants would stop cooking boeuf bourguignon at this step and put the lid on. They would put it in the refrigerator to prepare for tomorrow.
In other words, it was to leave the dishes that would be completed until tomorrow, and when the guests ordered, they could be served on the table after a little heating.
If there was no special treatment, it took an average of 4 hours to cook boeuf bourguignon. Which restaurant's guests would be so patient?
Boom, boom…
The silver kitchen knife leapt on the chopping board. Xia Yu finally grabbed the chopped parsley and sprinkled it on the cooking surface of the plate so that the boeuf bougignon with all kinds of flavours was completed.
"Let's serve."
Xia Yu took off his apron and kitchen hat and told the two kitchen hands.
The scent of dishes has been utterly fragrant during the display, and the whole kitchen had a strong smell of beef.
Their adam's apple rolled.
The two kitchen hands sniffed the air and suddenly found themselves hungry. Their stomach acid secreted sharply.
Xia Yu glimpsed two kitchen hands drooling. They could not walk in front of the kitchen counter. Xia Yu laughed while washing his hands. "There is a little left in the pot that the plate can't fit. You can try my craft."
"Is it okay?" The two kitchen hands' eyes brightened.
"If you don't want it, I'll eat. I have a big appetite. There's never too much..."
"No!" 
A kitchen hand quickly found forks and gave it to his companion. The two of them surrounded the cast iron pan on the kitchen counter and sniffed at the close-up of the cooking flavour in the pan. Their eyes showed their hunger.
Chi!
Using the silver fork, with a slight prick, it penetrated one of the beef slices.
A small piece of beef collapsed on the surface, and a stream of broth seemed to find a vent. The hole pierced by the fork quickly overflowed. 
"It's so soft... Why is there so much soup in the beef? The beef was fried and roasted. Why is the elasticity so amazing...?"
Head Chef Kasumigaoka was next to Xia Yu. His eyes narrowed.
As soon as the beef entered their mouths, the facial expressions of the two kitchen hands changed from the initial shock to the happiness of tasting something delicious, and finally a kind of piety looking up to the holy mountain.
Appetite also occupied his heart for a while. Head Chef Kasumigaoka found a knife and fork, carefully cutting a corner of beef, and slowly put it in his mouth.
The rich flavour of meat suddenly spread out at the tip of the tongue.
Then, another sweet smell of red wine spread all over his mouth.
The first feeling in the mouth was amazing. Head Chef Kasumigaoka tasted it carefully for a while before he bit down gently. He chewed the beef in his mouth. The richer flavour made him wonder and swallow the meat.
Grunt.
After swallowing, the enjoyment of Chef Kasumigaoka's face turned into shock.
The body was warm and mellow, fluttering, and immortal.
Why did people feel full of happiness just by taking a sip?
...
Starlight Revolving Western Restaurant.
Three male diners yelled impatiently at the table.
"It's almost been an hour. Where is our boeuf bourguignon?" The bald diner rolled up his suit sleeve and looked at his watch. He kept shouting, "Letting the guests wait for so long, this is your restaurant service? Bad review!"
Two Chinese girls sat silently.
"The food hooligan is really disgusting."
The lovely female tourist with a round face posted a vomiting Weibo and secretly took a photo upload and wrote: "It's really a disappointment. Today, I met a legendary gourmet wandering in Ameyoko, Tokyo, Nihon. The head chef of the restaurant was too tender and almost got caught, but I also met an interesting young guy."
She attached a smiley expression in the last statement.
"It's time to eat!"
Her companion suddenly pulled her sleeve. The female tourist quickly put away her cell phone. Her hands were holding her round face with a very expectant expression.
The kitchen hands and waiters placed six white round porcelain plates filled with beef stew, side dishes and soup on two tables. Three servings here and three servings there.
As soon as the dishes were served, the eyes of the two female tourists were attracted.
"Presentation and dishes are perfect!" The round-faced female tourist could not wait to pick up the knife and fork and cut the corner of beef for eating. This was the first bite.
"It's so soft and tastes great! I've never eaten such a soft beef. How did they do it?!"
After swallowing the beef, the round-faced female tourist turned her head to stare at the two kitchen hands.
"Moreover, after the beef was stir-fried and stewed, the meat quality did not change. On the contrary, it is very delicate, smooth, and overflowing with the soup. That feeling, I was almost immortal..."
The female tourist spoke excitedly, and her eyes were bright, but she suddenly remembered that this was a Japanese restaurant, and two kitchen hands who could not understand Chinese stood there awkwardly. 
A young chef spoke in English with a strong accent. He slowed down and said, "Sorry, ma'am, this is not the work of our Chef Kasumigaoka."
Both female tourists understood.
"...Is it that little brother just now?" Both of them had tasted this western food and looked at each other with incredulous faces.
Not long ago, they tasted the boeuf bourguignon of Chef Kasumigaoka. The dish was indeed good, and it was considered to be above the medium level in many western restaurants.
But when they tasted the boeuf bourguignon this time, and then went back and thought about the taste of the dish in front… This one was clearly better.
More cruelly, the taste of both was not on the same level.


Xia Yu made a wish to eat until he vomited. And this particular wish brought him to a completely strange spirit world which was full of cuisines.
What, Chef God System?
"You need to not only satisfy normal people's appetite but also all kinds of devils and ghosts. Use your food to move them!" the old man said to him coolly.
So, Xia Yu would never stop running on the road of becoming a Chef God.
 

While the car was driving away, Luosang sighed as she watched Nian Xi turn and leave. 
Sometimes, falling love with someone could be scary to a girl, like Nian Xi and Yan Su. 
They were both in a long-distance relationship. Yan Su was even more miserable than Nian Xi. 
Luosang admired them for being able to hold on to their relationship. 
"What are you thinking about?" Nian Junting asked. 
"Em… I'm thinking. If one day, we're far away from each other, how long would we continue to stay in love with each other?" Luosang sighed. 
"Why would we be apart? Where are you going?" Nian Junting immediately frowned. 
"I was just wondering," said Luosang. 
"There is no wondering. We won't ever be apart. Wherever I go, I'll bring you. If you want to go somewhere without me, I'll break your legs," Nian Junting snorted and said. 
Luosang touched her legs gingerly, then rolled her eyes. Her legs were constantly under a threat. 
…
Back in the villa, Sister Lan and Steward Wu weren't there. It was Christmas Eve, so they both went back to their families. 
Luosang opened the fridge and found all sorts of fresh food. When she worked at the villa, she had heard from Sister Lan that every month, different types of fresh foods would be delivered here by air from the supermarkets in Japan and Europe. 
She picked beef steak, sashimi, and a large lobster, as they were easy to prepare. 
Nian Junting walked over and sighed with surprise. "You can even cook lobster? Amazing! How are you gonna prepare it? Lobster sashimi? Fry? Grill? Or steam?"
"Eh…" Facing his sparkling eyes, Luosang was a little unconfident. "I haven't tried cooking lobster. I plan to boil it, then eat it with sauce." 
"Yeah? It must be delicious." Nian Junting was really looking forward to it. He believed that eating the food she made would be way better than eating in a restaurant.
She gave him a sense of belonging and made him feel at home. That was not a bad thing. 
The corners of Luosang's mouth twitched slightly. He's really confident about my cooking skills.
"Um… We're back at home. The heat is on. Just take off your coat and the scarf. Or you'll feel hot." 
"It's not hot. Your scarf is comfortable." Nian Junting rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let me fry the steak for you." 
"You can do that?" Luosang doubted him. "Don't hurt your face again." 
"I always fried steaks for myself when I was studying in America. It's easy," Nian Junting picked up the frying pan, then began cooking like a professional. 
Luosang didn't try stopping him as he was showing great interest. 
After the lobster was steamed, the two of them set the table and began eating. 
Luosang picked up the knife and fork. Seeing that Nian Junting was still wearing the scarf, she couldn't help but say with a frown. "We're going to eat now. Just take that off. You sweated earlier when cooking." 
"Yeah? You're wrong," Nian Junting ignored her and instead started cutting the steak. 
Luosang sighed, and began eating the steak that Nian Junting fried as well. The steak looked good, but after trying it, she found that it was terribly overcooked. 
It was justs as she had thought; Nian Junting wasn't cut out for cooking. 
Nian Junting swallowed a piece of steak, then said excitedly, "I haven't fried steak in six or seven years. I'm surprised that my steak-frying skills are as good as they were before." 
"Six… or seven years?" Luosang nearly choked on the steak. 
"Yeah," he replied. 
She didn't know what to say. 
"It's good, isn't it? Have some more." Nian Junting cut off a piece of his steak, then handed it to Luosang, saying, "Open your mouth; let me feed you." 
Luosang slowly opened her mouth, then chewed and swallowed the steak with some difficulty. 
Usually, Nian Junting's taste for food was normal. Luosang just couldn't understand why he was so confident about his steak. 


It was supposed to be a perfect deal in which both parties got what they needed. However, after the child was born, he tore up the agreement with discontent and told her, “Who said that we'd only have one child? I want twins! Twin brother and sister! You’ll continue giving birth to more children until you bore me a pair of twins!”
Luosang was beyond endurance. “Nian Junting, damn you…” she raised up against him, “Nian Junting, is this fair to the pure love in your heart?” 
Then, a marriage certificate was thrown at her. 
He landed on her, slowly curved his lips in a smile, saying, “Aren’t you my pure love?” 

Chapter 204 - Crispy, Fluffy and Light Pan Fried Flatbread, Anyone? 

During the next 10 days, whatever plans that we had planned were ongoing and had all fallen into place. The transition was very smooth and seamless and it was favourable even beyond our wildest dreams.

The Charltons and Strongbows were literally coordinating with some of the workers and Shadow members to build the proposed Gracehaven's Greasy Spoon, with much to everyone's surprise, was completed within 5 days.

The copper tuns that had been ordered by Marcel earlier had been properly set up inside the Gracehaven's Greasy Spoon and was even put to a trial test to ensure its functionality. The Strongbows were literally over the moon with the unexpected turn of event. 

Since it was a longish structure, with eating spaces and a place to pan fry the fluffy and crispy flatbread, the building was actually located alongside the courtyard and faces the domain. 

According to Jennings' idea and plan, the patrons would be able to sit at the 4 dining tables equipped with 8 beaches with a seating capacity of 48 patrons at any one time. 

The patrons would also be able to watch how the fluffy and crispy flatbread was being pan-fried as they waited to be served. On top of that, we would be able to observe how many patrons were actually tapering off from work during their official working hours. 

All the cooking equipment ordered for the usage of the Gracehaven's Greasy Spoon had arrived and installed as the operating hours were official from 3 o'clock in the afternoon till 11 o'clock in the evening. 

When Jennings saw the shiny tin surface of the work table to make the flatbread on Gracehaven's Greasy Spoon, she also requested 4 pieces for the Bakeries as well.

"My Lord, the shiny surface of the Gracehaven's Greasy Spoon would greatly enhance the work for the bakers since its rather sanitary and eases the work too. Would it be alright if I were to request for all the Bakeries to be equipped with such?" 

"The surface could be easily wiped off and we could easily notice any impurities unlike the table now that we use. Furthermore, we could use the surface to directly roll the dough, or mix the dough and knead it, eliminating the need to use additional bowls to store them, unless to leaven the dough."

Jennings made her statement and I find it feasible and so the tin foil was ordered and installed when it arrived. Now the Bakeries looked spanky and more hygienic which I find that it's beneficial in that new manner. 

The 10 delivery personnel and their families arrived and I had them inducted into the populace, raising the general population close to 300 citizens now. 

They find the houses to be very favourable and quaint as they welcomed the idea of washing their feet before entering their home. Now, each house was equipped with a rag rug where one wipes their feet after washing as they enter the house.

Later I learnt that the 10 delivery personnel were retired militiamen who got bored of leaving their families over a long period of time and decided to retire and stay back and build their families. Their 20 children were all above the age of 12 and when we asked them if they are interested to earn extra money, they replied affirmatively while nodding their heads excitedly. 

So I got Ben to delegate jobs to them, even for a few hours daily. In this way, everyone in Gracehaven contributes something either to the economy or development but also to themselves. 

During that 10 days, preparation had been underway for the inauguration of the coronation and ascension and everyone was informed of it. Prior to the inauguration, I also had announced to the citizens that we had already achieved 2 objectives during one of the nightly conferences. 
=*=
"Well, see what I told you. Our Lord is indeed going to be King after all. Not the King of England but the King of Gracehaven Kingdom."

"Haha. I'm truly excited, you know. It is going to be the end of 5 months here and I guess we are going to get 5 months worth of silvers...!" Ashworth was nudging his friend, Burns as they discussed it in front of the new Gracehaven's Greasy Spoon building. 

"Our Lord is the fairest and just. What he promises before and what he intended to deliver by the end of June is truly generous. I was half thinking he was just putting a bluff and frankly I was so dejected when I came here the first 2-3 days."

"But now, even as we are just labourers, we are not being pushed around. There's no one monitoring our work as we complete them in the most timely manner and there's no someone who whips people around if they are slacking off." Burns remarked as Ashworth was laughing his head off. 

"Just like what we are doing right now, slacking off. Hahaha. Alright, we had seen this Gracehaven's Greasy Spoon that serves the flatbread and also small table ale." 

"I wonder how the prices are. Besides, aren't trenchers or flatbread considered as hard and used as plates?" Ashworth finished guffawing and asked his buddy which was overheard by Jennings who was helping the Strongbows set up the cooking area. 

"HAH...these fluffy and crispy pan-fried flatbread is the best...! You can have it plain, with an egg or egg and onion too. We have a light gravy that comes with it or eaten with sugar."

"Once you try it, you will never regret it. It also comes with a choice of having green chilli as well that goes well with the small table ale." Jennings laughed and the Strongbows laughed along since the English men loved spiciness once in a while with their food. 

As green chilli was grown abundant in the vegetable garden, there would be no shortage anytime soon. A single shrub would yield at least 10 pounds of spicy green chilli about the length of 3 inches long. The larger it is the less spicy it gets, or so it seemed.

As soon as the two men left and get back to their work, Jennings made a sample 3 pound dough but this time after using the same ingredients of water, salt and fat to make the initial dough, it was then smothered with a palm covered in animal fat.

The dough balls that were created earlier were then patted on the surface of the tin covered table before it was 'massaged with 8 fingers to stretch the dough abit.

Then the flipping and casting began. It was lifted off the table, and with a flick of the wrist, the dough from being a shape of a patty suddenly became stretchy. 

Before the actual flipping, casting and stretching began, Jennings had taught the two teenagers on how to flip it using a cloth on the dining table.

After the practice for some time, they got the hang of it and now is for the ultimatum. So Jennings showed how it was done with the actual product and from there, the small patty dough had become as large as 5 times its size and the thickness of it could be considered as paper-thin...!

She proceeded to fold it on all edges and made into a square. The flat 2' diameter black wok which had been fired with a stack of sticks that resemble a log torch underneath it was already hot. 

When some animal fat was sprinkled on it from a bowl using some tied up screw pine leaves, the animal fat sizzled as it dances about on the hot black iron wok. Jennings deftly lifted the edges of the flatbread and threw it on the centre of the black iron wok that was the hottest.

The heat made the flatbread rise as the air inside expands as it got heated up. Jennings deftly once again picked the hot flatbread with her fingers and flipped to the other side.

By then curious onlookers were watching the performance on the sides and can't help exclaimed of the smell that wafted from the flatbread...! After a few flips, both sides were golden brown and Jennings then pulled the sides and threw on the tin covered table.

She used both her palms and slapped the flatbread a few times like as if she was clapping them up. This helps to loosen the bread without losing its crispness and fluffiness. She explains that this could only be done for the plain one and not advisable for the egg or onion fillings.

She then took a clay plate and served the flatbread. The onlookers were anxious how it tasted like and wondered if this was meant for everyone at any time or for other purposes.

"Don't worry, my dear friends and family, we would hear it when our Lord announces during the night conference later. The first piece here is for the Strongbows to taste. Later on they would be making these regularly, but wait for the actual launch."

"Oh, what kind of bread is that? We have never seen such a technique in flipping and tossing it and then frying it on the flat iron wok with little fat. This dough balls here are smothered with animal fat...!" asked one curious citizen as she licked her lips when she saw the flatbread, that was freshly pan-fried, all fluffy and crispy and lay crumpled on the clay plate, with slight steam rising from it.

"Oh, this is a flatbread eaten much like trenchers but its a whole new idea and concept. It is going to be a favourite among the people of England, believe me. 

"I learnt it in one of the British-India eateries as a kitchen helper before I got replaced and out of job. But what I learnt there is truly a gem and the people of Gracehaven would soon be able to try them." 

After Jennings had finished replying to the curious onlooker, she was surprised when she turned her head back to look at the Strongbows. The plate was licked clean from any crumbs and the family had a curved smile on their faces. 

It seems that they can resist the temptation and have whacked the flatbread first. Hahaha. Poor Jennings, she was the one who teaches them but in the end, her students were the one that walloped the crispy and fluffy flatbread. 

It took many practices before the two teenagers were able to flip, cast and toss the dough ball into a fairly large and thin piece. "Don't be afraid if it tears, it shows that you had reached the limit of its thinnest skin. See the results when you pan fry them later."

 Jennings taught the fundamentals of making the plain flatbread first and they discovered that the part that had been torn earlier and covered after making the folds to the centre was super crispy as if it was like charred. 

But when they let the onlookers try them, their eyes turned crescent and smiles curled up on their faces. From plain flatbread, they moved to egg and then the onion, and lastly the egg and onion with half of the green chilli that was sliced thinly. 

"We will move to fish meat with egg and onions and the game meat with egg and onions with chilli for both once we have the ingredients. Always get ready a rag so that you would need to wipe your hands every time." 

"When the time comes, one of you would handle the meat ones and the other would handle the non-meat. This is because after you had broken the egg and spread it, you need to scramble either the meat or fish in your hands and spread them and add the onions and chilli the same way."

"Your hands would smell nasty but you would get used to it after you rub and clean your hands with crushed lime leaves. You have done very well indeed in a short day."

"Finish up the remaining dough balls and let the people taste how it's like to have a crispy, fluffy and light flatbread that looked like trenchers but tastes like nowhere close they can get anywhere around here. Hahaha." 

Jennings chuckled and she concluded her lessons as the two teenagers worked together to make two of that flatbread at the same time. 

The flat iron wok was able to pan fry at least 6 to 7 pieces simultaneously and that's what they were trying to do now.

During the period of 1337-1453, a terrible war broke in Medieval England and that period was called (Hundred Year's War) and a huge turmoil ensued between the England and France with the involvement of rebels as well as opportunists. 

Prince Audemars Macleod, a descendent of King Richard Macleod of Darlington had barely managed to escape with his life when the Manor he was living in was besieged by rebels in 1440, when he was just barely 18 years old.

Let us travel through time and relive the experiences of this young Prince as he was forced to 'banished' and survive with some followers they entrusted their lives with him.

Little did he realise that he was actually living in the past of his future and had no recollection of anything except when he was narrated by a Seer that had been inducted as a permanent resident of the town he founded later.

*This is a fictional world. Most plants, vegetables, fruits and certain animals didn't exist in England that time.

*Almost all novels start off with a system. This does not reveal any hint of a system until you get to almost halfway through the novel. 

* Mobsters are included in the later chapters of this novel too. 

*This is a slow grind so bear with it as the storyline develops. Thank you and happy reading...

In the neat and tidy kitchen.
The man who wore the apron was standing upright in front of the cooker. Instead of a ladle, he was holding onto a pair of chopsticks and was calmly flipping the steaks in the pan. 
Nian Xiaomu stood on tiptoe and stole a glance inside.
The steaks were delicately cut into the shape of a heart.
He had obviously done some practice cutting!
He seemed to have added other ingredients as the steak smelled extremely fragrant the moment he started to cook.
It made her want to salivate just by smelling it.
He had placed two plates on the clean counter ready.
The dishes were even plated with nicely cut broccoli and cherry tomatoes, as well as two roasted baby potatoes!
Good gracious!
The standard of the steaks was so good that they could definitely pass off as a masterpiece by the top chef of a restaurant!
If she had not personally seen Yu Yuehan flipping the steak in front of her, she would have suspected that the kitchen had some secret passage so that a chef could sneak in and help him do all the cooking.
Surely Yu Yuehan had seen her figure appearing in the kitchen.
However, he did not turn around and calmly continued to flip the steaks in the pan. 
He didn't seem a bit like a kitchen killer with his skilled actions.
Had she been deceived again?
Wait, but that's not right.
She had previously asked him if he knew how to cook the time when she nearly burnt his kitchen down, and he had clearly replied that he had no idea at all…
How did he know how to cook within a blink of an eye?
Are there crash courses for cooking?
Nian Xiaomu refused to believe it and searched the entire kitchen.
She could not even find the shadow of a rat, much less one of a human.
Yu Yuehan was the only one in the kitchen.
And so, did this mean that he really was the one who had cooked the steaks?
The medium to well-done steak was ready before Nian Xiaomu could work out what was happening. After it was placed on the plated dishes, a white cloth was used to wipe the edges clean—there you go, a couple of top-grade wagyu steaks!
The steak emitted a mouth-watering fragrance.
With a swift movement, the second steak left the pan…
Nian Xiaomu was already on the verge of kneeling down and calling him Daddy by the time he walked to her with the two sets of heart-shaped steaks.
With a peaceful look, Yu Yuehan opened his thin lips and spoke, "Eating foods with high calories can help to soothe your emotions when you are not in a good mood. Noodles wouldn't work, so I prepared steak for you instead." 
If one did not look closely, the look of guilt that flashed past his eyes was barely noticeable.
He was similar to Nian Xiaomu.
The only thing he could cook was pan fried steaks.
When he was younger, his grandma had forced him to learn how to cook as she felt that he was too aloof, and was afraid that he would fail to woo girls in the future. 
Normal steaks would not do, they must be heart-shaped.
It was said that girls would be totally devoted to good looking guys, especially if they knew how to cook heart-shaped steaks.
Yu Yuehan had once scoffed at this sentence.
Yet now, when he saw Nian Xiaomu staring at him with a pair of gleaming eyes, and realizing she had taken him as an idol, he suddenly felt that his grandma was indeed a woman with an acute foresight…
When Yu Yuehan saw that she had stretched her hand out to take the steaks from him, he lifted his arms slightly and positioned the food to a height that she could not reach.
"Do you want to eat?" 
She panicked but could only glare at him.
Opening his mouth slowly, he said, "Give me a kiss and I'll let you eat them."
He had originally assumed that Nian Xiaomu would not agree to it. However, before he could finish speaking, Nian Xiaomu had already stood up on tiptoe and gave him a peck on his left cheek.
Before he could snap back to his senses, she cupped his right cheek and gave that a peck too.
She planted two more loud kisses.
At that moment he was stumped for words, she took the plates of steak from his hands and ran out.
He could still hear her muttering when she reached the entrance.
"I couldn't believe my ears, that was actually such a simple condition…"


Yu Yuehan is the usual rich, perfect, aloof president—the richest man in City H; but one day, a female toddler suddenly appears in his life as his daughter! Despite being certain that he has never touched a woman before, DNA tests certify that the toddler is his! He soon becomes a good 'daddi' for the little toddler, Xiao Liuliu.

Two years later, for some inexplicable reason, Xiao Liuliu becomes very fond of a trial nurse, Nian Xiaomu, hired to take care of her. Nian Xiaomu has a strong personality and refuses to let anyone bully her. Constantly wary that anyone might cause harm to his daughter, Yu Yuehan keeps a constant watch over Nian Xiaomu. However, his black-bellied daughter has plans for her father up her sleeves… Over time, Nian Xiaomu reveals her charming side bit by bit; and for the first time in his life, Yu Yuehan is drawn in by this mysterious woman…

Keywords: Mysterious Daughter, Cute Daughter, Aloof, Nurse, Strong Woman

Cute Scene:

"Daddi, you are so handsome!" Xiao Liuliu blushes.
"Daddi, I want hugs!" Xiao Liuliu coos.
"Daddi, I want a younger sister! Quick make one with Mommi."
"Daddi…"
Yu Yuehan says in a deadpan fashion, "I have never slept with any woman! How can I have a daughter!?"
"Did Mommi sleep with you without you realizing it?"
Yu Yuehan: "…”

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[author: uuuuh I feel like I'm making my story a cooking recipe hahaha]

After waiting for a couple of hours and Tang San and Xiao Wu is still at the land of dreams, Ye Han started to get hungry. He decided to make steak and french beef stew, So he made a campfire and put a nonstick pan and cooking pot on it, He took out some meat from the abyssal flood dragon's corpse as the concept of time doesn't exist in his inventory. So expirable materials won't rot in his inventory, he seasoned the flood dragon T-bone with salt and black pepper. Ye Han added a 1/2 cup of oil in the pan as he spread the oil by rotating the pan, He waited for a minute before putting his T-bone in the pan.

"hisssssss........"
The T-bone sizzled when it touches the hot oil in the nonstick pan, while this was going on he was multitasking as he added sliced onions and beef chunk that has been diced into cubes into the pot. he stirred it to make onion mix with the beef chunks making it more tender and juicy. A few minutes in, he added butter and rosemary in the nonstick pan as the butter melts he put some of its juice on top of the T-bone making it moist and nuttiness. While doing this he added a cup of flour to the stirred fried sliced onions with beef cubes, he continued to mix it well. 

Ye Han added a glass of water and a glass of white wine after adding the liquids he added two tablespoons of tomato paste. He continues to mix it until it was mixed well, he added a hint of black pepper and a pinch of salt with sliced carrots and two bay leaves to remove the smell of wine, He closed the pot and let it cook for an hour. When Ye Han finished doing the beef stew, he continues to make 2 more Abyssal Flood Dragon T-bone Steak for the two sleepyheads.

After an hour of simmer, he opened the pot and the heavenly aroma reach the two sleeping beauties as their eyes and nose twitch when they smelled it. They opened their eyes and saw a blind young man cooking a meal in front of them. Xiao Wu just ask while rubbing her eyes, forgetting their previous situation.

"Xiao Han, what are you cooking? It smells delicious?"
"I'm cooking Beef Carrot Stew and Dragon's T-Bone Steak."
"Dragon?!"

Tang San blurted as he hasn't seen a spirit beast dragon except for the spirit of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and now his friend is cooking one. He stared at Ye Han as he asks

"Xiao Han, why are you blindfolded? have you become blind?
"No, It's just tiring to open my eyes and when I let girls look at my whole face, they started charging at me :("

Ye Han shuddered as he remembers the time he went out without his big panda eye mask. Ada giggled the moment she saw the scene in his head. He put a table beside the bed as he put the heavenly foods that he made for them, Xiao Wu tried the Beef Carrot stew as her favorite was a carrot, and Tang San tried the T-bone steak as he hasn't eaten a lot for the past couple months. 

The moment they ate his food, they started to go to the land of food as they imagine seeing large foods in front of them and a large golden Ye Han with multiple hands carrying pans and etc. Ye Han chuckled as he knew his food was deadly delicious to mortals, He saw them foolishly grin while eating their food. He took a selfie with his picturing orb, Tang San notices the flash and ask

"What was that?"
"uuh, that was taking a picture.."
"Picture?"

Ye Han showed them they're sleeping together moments, the one with them both hugging while Xiao Wu bitting Tang San's neck. The moment they saw this they turned red and steam started to come out from the top of their heads. Ye Han teased them by asking

"So Big bro and Big sis, when is the wedding?"
"Wedding?!!" -both

They lowered their heads as they glance at each other, Tang San fidgeting his hair as Xiao Wu touching her long braided hair. It was only a few minutes before They remembered what situation they were in a few hours ago. Xiao Wu spoke like a machine gun.

"What happened? Why did we faint? Where is Er Ming and Da Ming?"
"Ummn."

Ye Han decided to tell them 95% lie of how they were saved by an unknown master with 5% truth which was when Er Ming and Da Ming went back to their territory to fix the destruction. Xiao Wu and Tang San took the time to ponder and believed Ye Han as they could see the destruction beside them, Ye Han mentally wipe his sweats in his back as he thought 

"That was close whew"
They all enjoyed their lunch with relief, as unknown to them a lot of clans started to go extinct. Tang San said to Ye Han
"By the way Xiao Han, after you left our school has migrated in a new territory."
"Really?! I wanna see the new school, as I'm an alumnus now :D"

Tang San finally remember this little brother of his was the first one who graduated before the whole Shrek monster, which made him question Ye Han's background. But decided not to ask as he was their friend and he always help them when they were in trouble. They went back to the New Shrek Academy to which they will be reunited with their friends.

Our Lazy 17 years old MC "Ye Han" died of a heart attack. Luckily while he was being judged by God. God decided to give him a chance to reincarnate to another world with 7 wishes 

*I do not own the cover image, found it on Pinterest
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*I do not own the worlds that my Mc will travel through.
*Bad grammar, English is not my forte

"Oh, they must be cooking."

"… I'm watching, too."

Janet answered in a chic voice. The kitchen, was it to show an example? Cho Min Joon and Anderson stood in front of the cooking station. Cho Min Joon spoke in a low but clear voice, "There are two dishes you need to make. The first is tomato spaghetti with shrimp and scallops, and salmon steak with fried radish and veloute sauce. Here are the recipes."

"Me and Min Joon will now show you an example of the pasta and steak. If there's anything you don't understand from the recipes, please watch us for reference. Then… let's begin."

They began cooking before the contestants could even get their minds together. Anderson took over the tomato spaghetti while Cho Min Joon took over the salmon steak.

It wasn't a complicated dish, but that didn't mean it was easy either. What many people misunderstood was that the simpler the process, the easier the dish. But that wasn't true.

Even when trying to fry a fish with salt, many people burnt the outside because they couldn't control the heat. And it wasn't just the beginners. Chefs, even chefs with good skills easily burnt fish when they let their guard down.

The same went for tomato spaghetti. Kinds of pasta that used tomato as a base for the sauce often had difficulty in the process of making the sauce. And the reason was simple, because it was hard to make the flavor of the tomato sauce come alive.

When frying raw tomatoes over the fire, the hardest part was cooking them just right. Since there was water in the crushed tomatoes, it was hard to judge when it was cooked, and they had to rely on their tongue, but that wasn't easy either. It wasn't easy to constantly smell the scent of the tomato and get the flavor just right.

Of course, there was also the method of using experienced sense as well as a timer. But in order to rely on sense, one needed the tastebuds of someone like Kaya, so what the contestants had to rely on was the time of cooking that was written on the recipe.

'Yeah, that's how it is for contestants.'

Cho Min Joon opened his eyes sharply. The recipes were both worth 8 points. Rachel's recipe was simple.   Vegetable broth, veloute sauce made of thyme, fresh cream, and lemon zest, along with radish fried with corn starch. On top of that, she would add the fried salmon on top with lemon salt and pepper, and then flambee everything with white wine.

It was a good recipe to check for the basics. When frying unfamiliar ingredients, it was easy to be taken aback, and radish was even worse. Grilling salmon was probably familiar to most, but that didn't matter. It was all about how much they had cooked the familiar dish in such a nervewracking environment.

Cho Min Joon started off by preparing the materials. First came the vegetable broth. Cho Min Joon turned on the stove and picked up the knife. Cho Min Joon didn't hesitate for a single moment. He began to slice the vegetables on the cutting board into large pieces.

After preparing the broth ingredients, it was time to work on the veloute sauce. Cho Min Joon melted the butter with flour. That part wasn't hard. The problem was the matter of boiling it down so that it wouldn't burn while also adding other broth ingredients. If he didn't stir it frequently, it was easy to burn.

So even while working on other things, he had to keep his attention on the veloute sauce. That was the difficult part of the test. When running a business, the veloute sauce was often prepared ahead of time, but in this case, they had to prepare everything. It was easy to lose focus, and as a result, lack of quality.

If it was anyone else, that would've been the case.

But Cho Min Joon remained unshaken. Even while making the flour, frying, making lemon salt, and grilling salmon on the frying pan, Cho Min Joon wasn't taken aback. It was almost as if there were two people working on it, not just one.

"I thought the show might've exaggerated his skills… But is that really someone with no kitchen experience?"

"… I see why people call him a genius."

"It's different for Anderson since he's worked at his parents' restaurant before…"

The contestants whispered to each other in awe. He looked perfect, and it was inevitable. Cho Min Joon put his soul onto the cooking station every time he completed a Grand Chef mission.

It was a different situation from a real kitchen. Restricted time, and unfamiliar themes. It wasn't just once or twice that he had to focus more than ever before. And Cho Min Joon didn't lose the lessons he learned from what he experienced. In order to keep that sense alive, he stood in front of the cooking station instead of sleeping.

And that led to today and right now. It wasn't surprising that Cho Min Joon didn't show any flaws. An Asian man with shaved black hair who was standing in the middle of the contestants took turns looking at Cho Min Joon's eyes and hands.

'He's so cool…'

The man looked at Cho Min Joon with admiration. There was a time when he wanted to quit being a chef, but that was when he learned about Cho Min Joon. Grand Chef, the beginner chef who made his presence known among many amateur chefs, and the man with the perfect palate.

Aside from being Asian, his abilities were much more superior than his to be compared, but what Garrick thought was cool wasn't Cho Min Joon's abilities. It was his attitude. Whenever he cooked, his face and fingers, as well as his heart, could be felt in his dishes. Love and tenacity, he could sense all of that through the screen, and now, he was seeing it in person.

And it wasn't just Garrick who sensed such things. It wasn't just Cho Min Joon, but Anderson who also gave off a similar attitude. What they were preparing were examples, but they were cooking as if it was a real competition.

Cooking, in a sense, it was a broad field. But that also meant that it was a field where focusing was hard. That was what many experienced chefs had said. They cooked all of their lives, but they didn't know what cooking meant. They weren't saying it out of modesty. They really had no idea.

Some would say using the knife and fire and adding ingredients was cooking, but no chef was satisfied with that answer. What they chased after all of their lives wasn't that but cooking itself, and what made the small difference between dishes was the intent behind cooking.

And Cho Min Joon and Anderson looked very certain. They knew very well what they were doing and what path they were walking. They knew what cooking was. They had to. If they hadn't, they would've had looked like they were in love. A person couldn't love what he or she didn't know.

'These kids… are teaching me.'

Rachel smiled while watching from afar. She felt as though watching them helped her remind her of the path that she had forgotten.

The dishes were complete. Cho Min Joon looked down at his dish as if he was satisfied. On top of veloute sauce was fried radish, and the salmon steak on top was shiny with a crispy peel. The score was 8 points. That meant he didn't make a mistake.

Anderson finished his dish without any mistakes either. Among the beautiful pieces of scallop, little pieces of shrimp could be found within the spaghetti noodles. Anderson opened his mouth.

"What do you think? Do you get it?"

"Yes."

"That's not good."

In response to one of the contestants' answer, Cho Min Joon immediately answered. He tapped the salmon steak and said, "The key is always in the flavor. Every single gesture I made while cooking is contained on this plate, so you must taste it."

Cho Min Joon sliced the radish and salmon. It was not enough for 15 people to taste, but since it was just to taste, it didn't matter. The same went for Anderson. But in his case, they just had to taste the sauce. After all, what they had to check that the recipe didn't tell them was how well the tomato sauce needed to be cooked.

Gerrick put a piece of Cho Min Joon's salmon into his mouth with an excited face. The size of the radish and salmon was no bigger than his thumb. But just as his teeth crushed into the crispy skin and the moist meat, the sweet buttery scent of the veloute sauce with lemon zest spread throughout his mouth, and the salmon on top of his tongue melted like ice cream.

"Ah…!"

That was when he moaned. The taste was so charming that it made him forget his nervousness. They looked at Cho Min Joon with surprise. Some of them thought that he only obtained the position of demi chef because of his image as the perfect palate on TV shows.

But tasting his food changed their minds. Not a single person believed that they were more skilled than Cho Min Joon. Cho Min Joon deserved to be a demi chef, and they would be honored to work as his assistant.

The same went for Anderson's tomato spaghetti. The sauce on the noodles heated up their bodies so much, and they wondered if tomato had always been so sweet.

'Am I… supposed to make this?'

That thought made their hearts pound. Gerrick clenched his fists. Could he do it? He felt nervous but wanted to achieve it at the same time. He wanted to stand behind Cho Min Joon. He wanted to be his assistant. The biggest gem of the restaurant was Rachel, but he wanted to follow his footsteps first.

As soon as the 15 contestants stood in front of the cooking station, the energy changed completely. During the old days, there were around 25 people in the kitchen. Cho Min Joon walked around the cooking station and watched them cook.

The first dish was Anderson's pasta. Just as they existed, they were struggling in the process of making the tomato sauce. Cho Min Joon watched as some of them cooked in a stable manner. Those who looked promising were level 6.

But that didn't mean they were cooking effortlessly. It couldn't be helped. Just because the predicted score was 8 didn't mean anyone could make it happen.

'… Come to think of it, since when did I think making an 8-point dish was easy?'

Of course, creating a recipe from scratch was still hard, but recreating them was easy. Of course, most of the 9 and 10-point dishes at restaurants were made by demi chefs of levels 6 and 7 as well as their assistants… But that was only possible because they practiced over and over to become the hands of the head chef.

He knew that a higher score didn't mean it was a better dish, but no high-level dish was easy. It included a complicated process, and great focus was required. Even for the spaghetti, it looked easy, but the sauce had to be made from scratch.

He felt that he grew quickly in a short period of time. It had only been half a year, but he learned and experienced lots.

The spaghetti was complete. While the contestants immediately moved on to the salmon steak, Cho Min Joon quietly looked at the spaghetti, and one stood out. Only one had 8 points.

'… Gerrick.'

He probably focused greatly while making the dish. Cho Min Joon put his spaghetti in his mouth. He then nodded and whispered to Anderson, "Hey, this is almost exactly like yours."

"… Mine tastes a little better."

"Do you have to always have pride at times like this?"

"Hmph, pride knows no time or place."

"You're right. I guess."

By the time they tasted every dish and scored them, the contestants were grilling the salmon on their pans. Cho Min Joon looked at one contestant and knitted his brows. He must've been nervous because the fire under his pan was too strong.

Even if it was an exam, he felt bad leaving him be and letting the salmon suffer. Cho Min Joon approached Rachel and pointed at the contestant.

"Should I leave that alone?"

"Go and let him know. That poor salmon."

In response, Cho Min Joon nodded with a bright face. No chef could tolerate ingredients going to waste. Cho Min Joon walked to the contestant and opened his mouth.

"What do you think about wasting ingredients?"

"That must never be done as a chef. The first pillar of a kitchen is customer satisfaction and the second pillar is good finances."

"Then what are you doing right now? Don't you hear the salmon screaming?"

In response, The contestant flinched and flipped the salmon. And that wasn't all. Cho Min Joon continued to spot flaws in the contestants. It was different from Anderson, who just watched from the side.

"We asked you to make veloute sauce, not lava sauce. Reduce the heat."

"You must like melodramas. The salmon is closer to the pan than any real-life couple."

"We asked you to flame it, not reduce the white wine."

After a while, the contestants gulped every time Cho Min Joon came near. Rachel looked at Cho Min Joon with surprise. She didn't think he had it in him to tell them things they didn't want to hear. He was stricter than expected.

That was what she expected from Anderson. Since she didn't expect this situation, Rachel spoke to Anderson in a surprised voice, "Min Joon has charisma. I thought he was a softie."

Anderson shrugged and said, "He's a wild Tinker Bell."

Because of his love for cooking, he had thrown away his career as a teacher and had become a chef.
But despite his desires, his lack of cooking skills was the harsh truth he had to face.
But when he reached the age of 30, he had been sent back 7 years back into the past.
Another chance.

An awful odor spread through the kitchen, causing everyone to pinch their noses in disgust. This smell was simply too repulsive for anyone to bear. 

Bu Fang furrowed his brows and waved his hands before his nose. Then, he sauntered out of the kitchen and instructed calmly, "Someone watch over him. Once the toxins are driven out, he should be able to recover."

The members of the Xiao Family stared at one another blankly. At the end, only Lin Qin'Er and Xiao Yu stayed behind, with everyone else clearing out.

Xiao Yanyu, on the other hand, accompanied Bu Fang on his casual stroll in the Xiao residence garden.

The sun gradually dipped down the horizon, emitting the lasts of its dusky rays of light. The sunset stretched out the shadows ot the pair, bringing with it a distinctive atmosphere. 

As the sun had completely set, darkness obscured the entire sky. Sparkling stars twinkled around the two crescent moons. At last, Bu Fang and Xiao Yanyu returned to the halls of Xiao's quarter.

Xiao Keyun was already fully recovered. He had taken a shower to cleanse his body of the poisons and reeking stench. His entire physique still appeared fragile, with a pale face and bloodless lips. It was obvious that the process of toxin expulsion put him through a tortuous suffering.

However, giant smiles beamed across both Lin Qin'Er and Xiao Yu's faces. The expressions of the other family members also appeared much relieved. It was apparent that the toxins within Xiao Keyun's body had been fully purged.

"Thank you, Young Master Bu, for saving my life." Xiao Keyun stood up from his seat. Though his body was still in a weak state, he mustered up the energy to cup his hands and bow to Bu Fang. His face was filled with gratitude. 

Bu Fang merely waved his hands. It seemed like Xiao Keyun had truly recovered.

"Though your body is now rid of poison, you can probably tell that you are still quiet feeble. That is because your conditions were too severe. Now that the toxins are cleared, their side effects are still affecting you. Your cultivation level has been set back, and this retrogression means a fragile physique is inevitable," Bu Fang announced calmly. 

Xiao Keyun fell silent. He was already a sixth grade Battle-Emperor, yet the healing process caused him to slip back to the echelon of fifth grade Battle-King, to an extent even weaker than before. Plus, his body had suffered total exhaustion, which meant a long rest was in place before he could regain his strength.

One could say he was hit by a huge loss this time, gaining nothing in return.

Bu Fang didn't engage in any more small talk with the Xiao Family members and immediately returned to the guest room arranged for him. He was so worn out that he directly hit the hay after taking a quick shower.

 


To say he had all the energy sucked out of him may be a slight exaggeration. Yet, it was true that he had just butchered a seventh grade Burst-Dragon Demonic Fish and cooked an Elixir Cuisine. These were certainly taxing tasks.

This was especially true for slaying of the Thunder Dragon Demonic Fish, an absolutely exhausting feat. This was precisely why Bu Fang did not enjoy being dragged into bloody conflicts—they were too enervating.

By dawn the next day, rays of sunshine shot through the windows of the room. They hit the floorboards, giving out a trace of warmness. 

Bu Fang got up, stretched himself and yawned. Then, he washed up and walked out of his room.

The environment of the Xiao household garden was excellent, especially the air, which was extra refreshing. The early morning sunshine cast through the cracks of the bushes, scattering glimmering golden glints all over the ground.

Bu Fang wandered through the garden, walking on the tracks made of stone. In this very moment, an unprecedented sense of relaxation washed over his body. 

He had sauntered for a while before another figure from a distance slowly jogged toward him.

Xiao Yanyu stared at Bu Fang, who was his usual cold and aloof self, as he stood amidst the specks of sunlight. Her face slightly changed. The Owner Bu in this very moment exhibited a unique quality, one that she has never seen before.

However, she had to get down to business, and so snapped out of it quickly.

Bu Fang was led into the main hall of the Xiao residence by Xiao Yanyu. Not many people were here this early in the morning, but a special aroma drifted in the air.

Detecting this scent, Bu Fang immediately felt his eyes brighten. Gourmet delicacy alert!

Owner Bu, to repay you for saving uncle's life, Aunt Lin stepped into the kitchen herself to make you Pan-Fried Pork Bun…" Xiao Yanyu explained. 

Bu Fang was taken by surprise, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Now, this was interesting.

Bu Fang strode into the hall and found himself a seat. Not after long, Lin Qin'Er walked in with a plate of delicate Pan-Fried Pork Buns in her hands.

Her face was somewhat pale, and her lips also quivering.

"Young Master Bu, I know that this Pan-Fried Pork Bun is nothing compared to what you have done to save my husband's life. Consider this a small gift from us. I hope my cooking doesn't disappoint you." A soft smile smeared across Lin Qin'Er's pallid face.

Pan-Fried Pork Bun? Bu Fang's eyes sparkled as he nodded.

A plate was placed in front of him. It was not huge and there were a total of four buns inside. Each was fried to perfection, golden and crispy, as they emitted a rich fragrance. 

Hot steams rose above the Pan-Fried Pork Buns. Their golden appearance was exquisite. Tiny drops of oiled sauce trickled through the buns, creating tiny bubbles. 

The Pan-Fried Pork Bun was a specialty cuisine of the Southern City. Bu Fang had eaten this dish before and remembered that it tasted quite good. Its fried, crispy outermost bun had an especially delightful texture. However, that dish was also just barely satisfactory for Bu Fang. 

He wondered how the highly praised but no longer available Lin Qin'Er buns would taste. Hopefully, he wouldn't be let down.

Lin Qin'Er's body was trembling a bit. She found a seat for herself after setting down the plate. She seemed slightly out of breath and looked very much enervated. 

Bu Fang shot a glimpse at her, and then retreated his glance. He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and picked up a bun.

After studying it for a bit, he opened his mouth and took a big bite.

A dense, tasty hot oiled sauce oozed out of the bun after his bite. It slid right into his mouth, sending a shiver down his body. 

The flavor was undeniably marvelous. Both the fragrance of the meat and vegetables perfectly set themselves free in Bu Fang's mouth, tingling his taste buds. Bu Fang couldn't help but curve his eyes into a smile. 

Indeed, it tasted much better than any of the other Pan-Fried Pork Buns he had tried in the Southern City. Besides…as he chewed and savored it carefully, he discovered something else worth mentioning. 

It was the fact that Lin Qin'Er's Pan-Fried Pork Buns actually contained spirit energy. Though it was not rich in concentration, it was still perfectly reserved within the ingredients. Since this Pan-Fried Pork Bun was not made of rare ingredients, it didn't hold much spirit energy to begin with. What Lin Qin'Er had accomplished was managing to retain most of it in her dish.

This was what amazed Bu Fang the most. It surprised him that someone could make such a Pan-Fried Pork Bun.

No wonder Lin Qin'Er had that awful look on her face. It was no easy task to preserve all of the spirit energy within the ingredients. Judging by Lin Qin'Er's state, she must have exhausted a large amount of true energy in making this dish. After all, she did not have a high cultivation level or a strong physique.

In order to retain the spirit energy, one must connect with the spirit energy within the ingredients. This meant performing the Spirit Resonance, which entailed maintaining the same frequency as the spirit energies of the ingredients. Such an endeavor was a huge burden to one's energy and spirit force.

Bu Fang, on the other hand, had already mastered the control of spirit energy. Besides, his spirit force was strong enough to make it a less arduous task. For Lin Qin'Er though… it must have been laborious. 

This was also probably why Xiao Keyun didn't want Lin Qin'Er making this Pan-Fried Pork Bun anymore. 

"Not bad." Bu Fang, quite out of character, didn't offer any criticism of the dish. Instead, he merely uttered two words to express his thoughts.

It was by no means easy for someone with Lin Qin'Er's cultivation level to cook such a dish. Deep down, Bu Fang even felt true respect for her, since she must have gone through countless rounds of training, not to mention trial and error, to make a gourmet delicacy like this.

Flutter. The sound of pages flipping echoed in Bu Fang's mind. His eyes dimmed, sensing that another recipe has been added to the journal. It was the details procedures for cooking Pan-Fried Pork Bun.

The corners of Bu Fang's mouth curled as he happily devoured a few more buns. After clearing the plate, he let out a long, satisfying breath.

Lin Qin'Er grinned at Bu Fang as she felt her heart fill with a swelling comfort. Seeing a smile on the face of someone who consumed her dish was one of the most gratifying experiences.

Now that everything has been settled in the Southern City, and that he had tasted the Pan-Fried Pork Bun, Bu Fang knew it was time to take off. His trip to the Southern City could be considered a success.

Though there occurred some unexpected incidents, including the men in black on top of the somewhat familiar poisonous pills… Bu Fang really couldn't care in the least. What good would come by involving himself? These were none of his business. 

Thus, Bu Fang didn't stay at the Xiao residence for long and instead immediately bid farewell to Xiao Yanyu and the others before taking off with Whitey. They were ready to depart from the Southern City. 

Across the rising tides of the Dragon River, Bu Fang walked with his hands behind his back. Whitey followed his every step. 

Xiao Yanyu watched as Bu Fang's figure faded, feeling somewhat dejected inside. However, she quickly concealed this sense of desolation with a cool expression. She couldn't leave the Southern City just yet, as many things remained unsettled for her family… including the reason behind the mysterious men summoning her back to the Southern City, and so on.

At the Ten-Mile Pavilion of the Southern City, starry beams glistened as a whistling breeze howled.

Bu Fang's hair danced wildly in the wind. He stepped into the circle of storm and in a split second, vanished into thin air.

I did not write this all credit to the owner

I did not write this for commercial gain.  I am not earning money from this. All credit to Li Hongtian the original owner.

As expected, this little foodie is always able to convince others with her strange logic. Mag shook his head with a smile. He turned to look at the clock on the wall, and said, "Alright, that's enough practice for today. Go and play with Amy, Anna. I'll call the two of you when dinner's ready.
"Amy, from today onward, Anna is going to live at our place for a few days. Take her upstairs and show her around," Mag said to Amy.
"Really? That's fantastic!" Amy's eyes immediately lit up. She picked up Anna's hand as soon as the latter put down her knife, and led her outside with an elated expression as she said, "Big Sister Anna, I'll take you to my playground, then I'll take you to sleep on my little bed."
Mag looked at the two little girls with a warm smile on his face. It was undoubtedly good news for him that the girls got along so well.
After dinner, Anna and Amy went to play in the square while the restaurant prepared for the busy dinner service.
"Boss Mag, how could you take an unannounced break like this? I've been starving for an entire afternoon, so I'll have to order an extra bowl of Yangzhou fried rice to console myself."
"I know, right? I hurried over here during my lunch break today, but your restaurant was closed! You have to compensate me for my lost time, Boss Mag."
"I'm suddenly really glad that I was too busy to come here for lunch today. I'll get two steaks, one medium and one medium-well, and I'll get the medium one first."
As soon as the customers began to enter the restaurant, they all expressed their displeasure at the unannounced break the restaurant had taken earlier during the day.
Mag merely smiled in response to these complaints. He had to condition himself to get used to complaints like this as he was going to have to take a much longer break to facilitate his trip to Rodu.
The customers came and left, and the long line outside gradually shortened, yet business was still booming for the restaurant.
A slightly antiquated horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the restaurant, and Ian slowly disembarked. He looked at the extremely popular restaurant, and a smile appeared on his face as he said, "I love these super popular restaurants with so many customers. If a restaurant doesn't even have any customers, then there's no point in trying out its food."
"Master, it looks like we'll have to line up. Should I talk to the restaurant owner to reserve the entire restaurant for the night?" a middle-aged butler asked.
"I'm not the king, so why would I reserve an entire restaurant just to have a meal? You have to fix this habit of yours, Brooker." Ian chuckled as he made his way toward the restaurant and joined the end of the line.
"Yes." Brooker nodded and hurried over to his master's side.
The restaurant doors opened as a customer emerged from within, and the decadent aroma wafting toward Ian made his eyes light up immediately.
Compared to the lively line outside the restaurant, the interior of the restaurant was remarkably tranquil and peaceful.
All of the customers seated inside were completely immersed in their meals, and would only utter an occasional word of praise when they simply couldn't help themselves.
The customers lined up in the restaurant were also waiting quietly for new seats to open up. Even if they were speaking, they made sure to do so in hushed tones in order not to disturb the dining customers. 
The restaurant's decor was very intricate, there was just enough space between the tables, and the overall dining environment was very pleasant.
Ian cast his gaze around the restaurant before nodding with approval. Regardless of what the food here was like, the restaurant had satisfied all of the other criteria required to provide a splendid culinary experience.
Furthermore, the fact that elves and orcs were willing to sit and dine at the same table indicated that this restaurant's food seemed to possess some kind of magical property that prompted one to set their prejudices aside.
Ian waited for a while before the customers at several tables finished their meals almost at the same time, and Yabemiya made her way over to him and Brooker as she said, "Come on in. There are two seats that have just opened up over there." 
"Have a seat, Brooker," Ian said to Brooker, who was standing beside the table with his hands clasped behind his back.
"I'm happy to stand here and serve as you eat, Master," Brooker said as he bowed his head slightly.
"I'm not so old and useless yet that I need someone to feed me." Ian chuckled.
Brooker hesitated momentarily before sitting down across from Ian. However, he made sure that only one of his buttcheeks came into contact with the seat so he could stand up and serve Ian at a moment's notice.
"Here is our restaurant's menu. You can have a look and see what you'd like to eat." Yabemiya handed a menu over to Ian. At the same time, she had noticed that this old man was rather interesting and seemed to be quite an esteemed figure.
"Alright, let me have a look." Ian opened the menu, and his eyes lit up at the sight of the beautiful images of the dishes laid out before him.
This menu was completely different from the menus of other restaurants, which presented the names of the dishes along with a textual description. The accompanying images on this menu were extremely life-like and alluring, striking one with the urge to taste all of them.
The names, images, and prices of the dishes had been made very apparent, and the menu was very easy to navigate.
For a restaurant of this scale to charge such high prices yet still be so popular indicates that the food here must indeed be very good. Ian nodded to himself as he scanned through the prices on the menu.
"I'll get a black pepper steak and a savory tofu pudding." Ian closed the meu before handing it to Brooker as he said, "Brooker, you pick something for yourself as well."
Brooker flipped open the menu, and was rather stunned by the prices being charged. After a brief hesitation, he said, "I'll… get a Yangzhou fried rice and a sweet tofu pudding."
"Certainly. Sir, may I ask how you would like your steak cooked?" Yabemiya asked Ian with a smile.
"What do you suggest for an old man like me?" Ian asked with a smile.
"You look very healthy for your age, so I'm sure you'll be able to handle anything. The medium steak will be more tender, while the medium-rare steak will be slightly tougher, and the medium-rare beef will have a stronger flavor. You can pick any of those based on your own tastes," Yabemiya introduced with a smile.
"Then I'll get a medium-rare steak. I like my food with a harder texture," Ian decided with a nod.
"Alright, please wait for a moment." Yabemiya nodded as she made her way into the kitchen.
What kind of nonsensical policies has Jeffree implemented? This half-dragon waitress's serving attitude and quality are far superior to that of the average waiter. These discriminatory policies should've been abolished long ago, Ian thought to himself as he looked on at Yabemiya's departing figure.
"Surely there's no better wine than the wine brewed at our winery, though," Ian murmured to himself with his brows furrowed in contemplation.
"Here's your medium-rare black pepper steak."
A short while later, a steak was placed in front of him.


In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

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