"Senior brother, is it delicious?"
Seeing Fan Wubing devour the wild boar leg as if he were starving, Luo Qingyao swallowed her saliva.
Fan Wubing wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth,
"Do you want to try some?"
"But eating raw beast meat is somewhat…" Luo Qingyao looked troubled. Yet seeing Fan Wubing eat so enjoyably, she really wanted to try it.
"I cooked it thoroughly."
"No, what I mean is, without the touch of an Immortal Chef."
"Then forget it."
"I'll try, I'll try!" Luo Qingyao said loudly.
Outside the Peach Branch Small Profound Realm, in the Immortal Performance Hall, everyone gritted their teeth and chanted,
"No, don't try it!"
If the Luo Family's young lady from Changsheng Continent damaged her foundation in the Eternal Immortal Sect, that would be real trouble.
Fan Wubing looked at her and shook his head,
"Forget it, don't force yourself. I'm a special case. You heaven's chosen, better not plant any hidden danger in your body."
What Fan Wubing said was not right; instead, it made Luo Qingyao defiant,
"Does senior brother think we're not the same kind of people?"
"No, I didn't mean that."
"Today, I must taste it for myself to show my resolve. I'm not someone who only cares about themselves!"
"I never said that about you. Fine, try a little bit first."
Seeing Luo Qingyao so persistent, Fan Wubing used a dagger to slice off a sliver of meat for her.
Luo Qingyao suddenly felt shy,
"Is senior brother going to feed me?"
"Catch!"
Fan Wubing flicked the dagger, and the sliver of meat instantly flew toward Luo Qingyao. She instinctively opened her mouth and caught it in one bite. Although the way she was fed wasn't what she expected, she chewed earnestly.
As she chewed, a warm current flowed into her Dantian, quickly running through her meridians and returning to Dantian.
This, this sensation!
Luo Qingyao held her chest, her body trembling gently, eyes closed in intoxication, almost scaring Fan Wubing into thinking she would burst out of her clothes.
She suddenly opened her eyes,
"This feeling… Senior brother, you truly are an Immortal Chef!"
"Huh?"
"There's no mistake. This beast's meat is exceptionally pure, with no impurities. It must come from a high-level Immortal Chef! Even at home, I've never eaten such smooth and quickly digestible immortal cuisine. Moreover, the taste is unique, richer, and more layered, not at all comparable to ordinary monotonous immortal food!"
Excited, Luo Qingyao grabbed Fan Wubing,
"Senior brother, give me more; I want more!"
"Be modest, be modest. A young lady should maintain her dignity. What are these wild words you're saying?"
"Senior brother, hurry, I can't stand it anymore!"
"Here, take it, it's all yours! Slow down, no one's fighting you for it, where's your young lady image… Hey, that's a bone, spit out the bone, don't eat the bone… Soup, you want to drink the soup too?"
Inside the Immortal Performance Hall, the elders fell into silence.
Someone asked,
"Is it really that delicious?"
"Qingyao is the young lady of the Luo Family from Changsheng Continent; she's been nourished with immortal food since young and eaten many delicacies. If she's like this, then it must be remarkable."
"Fan Wubing's cooking methods don't look particularly special, similar to when I cooked in restaurants before cultivating immortality."
"But look, after Qingyao ate, her entire being is surrounded by a sense of enlightenment, definitely not ordinary immortal food."
Everyone started discussing fervently.
Sect Leader Mei Jinqiu spoke,
"Silence! Another day…we'll have that boy Fan Wubing cook a pot for us to try, won't we know then?"
"Oh, like expected of Sect Leader Senior Brother, seeing through everything with one remark!"
...
Watching Luo Qingyao drink up a whole pot of meat soup, Fan Wubing was stunned.
This... Is this really a girl's appetite? If I didn't know better, I'd think I was competing for food with a dozen strong men.
Burp~
Luo Qingyao, fully satisfied, let out a burp at last. She then blushed,
"Senior brother, you didn't hear anything, did you?"
"Maybe there's a wild boar grunting nearby."
"That was me burping!"
She'd rather admit she burped than be mistaken for a grunting wild boar.
"By the way, was it really that good?"
"Mm!" Luo Qingyao nodded vigorously, "This is the best I've ever tasted since I was born! Senior brother, you must be an Immortal Chef, no, a high-level Immortal Chef!"
"That's, probably not the case."
It's not some act. Fan Wubing saw Luo Qingyao genuinely enjoying the meal, not pretending to please him.
He pondered it intently.
Could it be the credit of "Swallowing Stars and Chewing Moon" and "Tongue Desire"? Seriously speaking, every time before I cook, I see a flash in my mind of the life of the ingredients from birth to pot, letting go of past grudges, willingly becoming ingredients... It indeed feels like the ingredients willingly become what they're meant to be.
Is this the so-called process of cooking in Immortal Cuisine? Removing the demonic aura in ingredients and returning them to their essence.
If this view holds, then knowing "Swallowing Stars and Chewing Moon," having "Tongue Desire," I might actually be akin to an Immortal Chef.
[You've replenished food, predicted maximum life expectancy +32.9 points]
[Progress in "Swallowing Stars and Chewing Moon" +2.1%, current progress 23.3%]
He was too engrossed in the Immortal Chef's matter to notice the notification.
However,
32.9 points, a bit low, still less than that demonized black bear. Seems related to these demons being Profound Demons, not real Demons.
"What a pity~"
Luo Qingyao asked,
"What's a pity?"
"It's a pity that this Profound Demon doesn't form a Demon Core; otherwise, there's dessert after the meal."
Upon hearing "dessert," Luo Qingyao's mouth started watering,
"Next time, we hunt a real demon beast, how about it?"
"Great idea!"
Luo Qingyao secretly rejoiced, wonderful! Found another excuse to go out with senior brother!
Suddenly, an ominous aura loomed.
Fan Wubing furrowed his brows and sensed carefully.
The rustling sounds drew closer, accompanied by frantic grunts, hooves trampling on leaves, branches, stones, soil, crisscrossing like a disorderly symphonic performance.
"One, two, three… Ten… Twenty-three… Thirty-seven!"
Fan Wubing swallowed hard, asking Luo Qingyao,
"Junior sister, how many of those Profound Demons can you fight at once?"
"Um… With my flying sword's speed and power, about seven or so at once."
Fan Wubing took a deep breath,
"Then, junior sister, listen to me, one, two, three, run!"
He grabbed Luo Qingyao and dashed away.
Their sudden movement startled the thirty-seven Profound Demon Wild Boars into a frenzied chase.
Luo Qingyao glanced back and was startled,
"So many! Senior brother, they seem to be targeting us and are very frenzied!"
"Uh-oh, junior sister, the two we just killed, judging by age and size, seem like… seem like their parents!"
"What?! Their enmity for killing their parents; they must be in a rage! Senior brother, come, I'll carry you!"
"What?"
"Quickly!"
Luo Qingyao crouched in front of Fan Wubing.
Fan Wubing gritted his teeth,
"Junior sister, sorry for the trouble. Another day, I'll carry you back."
Without being pretentious, he climbed onto Luo Qingyao's back. His words motivated her, and as soon as he got on, she accelerated, immortal energy crazily burning within her, condensing into a trailing flame, racing through the forest at high speed.