I open a restaurant in Xiujie

The Ling Chef Association has a long history and a mysterious origin.

There are rumors that its establishment is related to the long-disappeared chef fairy, and some people say that its core members are all famous hidden chefs, and some even say that the real reward for the first place in the Spirit Cauldron Conference is not actually to explore the remains of the chef fairy, but to Opportunity to join the Ling Chef Association and become a core member.

"Although no one knows who the core members of the Spirit Chef Association are, everyone knows a thing or two about the top names of each Spirit Cauldron Conference. The association will draw portraits of them and hang them on the roof of the attic in the center of the association."

Xu Ying looked at Patriarch Yu's portrait, frowned, and slowly said: "Last time, I went to the association for my father's business, and I caught a glimpse from a distance. There is a person in the portrait on the top of the building that is the same as the master you are looking for. People are very similar."

"Yes, there it is!"

Xu Qing nodded repeatedly at the side, and responded: "It's so similar, it's exactly the same—except that it doesn't hold the elbow."

"Cough," Yu Xiaotan rubbed his nose, "Actually, he doesn't like eating elbows that much..."

He was inexplicably a little guilty.

It seems that he has inadvertently ruined the image of the old man.

But having said that, Yu Xiaotan felt that what Xu's brothers and sisters said was very reliable. When his father came to the Tianzhou territory, he would definitely feel as itchy as he did when he saw the Lingding Conference, and it would not be a piece of cake to win the first name.

Xu Ying was still thinking, and tapped her fingertips on the table: "The portrait is hung on the outside, it should be the most recent one. A small meeting every three years, a meeting every ten years, this year is the meeting, last year was the small meeting... Could it be Was he the number one last year?"

Xu Qing also touched his chin: "That's right, the portrait of the leader of the small meeting will only be hung in the outer position. If it is the leader of the meeting, it must be placed in the center. Senior, you might as well go to the Spirit Chef Association to confirm Take a look and see if the first name of last year's Xiaohui is the person you are looking for?"

"Wait, I'm a little dizzy."

Yu Xiaotan rubbed his temples and recalled bitterly. Father Yu had been away from home for three or four years. How could it be that he only arrived in Tianzhou last year?

Could it be that he went to other places first, or traveled around Tianzhou for a few years before attending the Spirit Cauldron Conference?

... Regardless, anyway, the Spirit Chef Association must have clues.

Yu Xiaotan stood up immediately: "I'll go to President Ying right away."

If Dad was really the number one player last year, he should also have the opportunity to enter the kitchen fairy ruins, then for Yu Xiaotan, there is another reason to win.

……

Although the major branches of the Spirit Chef Association have high platforms in the center of the courtyard, the one that is truly qualified to be named "Zhaixing" stands in the very center of the central city.

The platform is 20 meters high and the location is high and spacious. The white icy veil curtains of the attic on the top flutter in the breeze, solemn, dignified, and almost pilgrimage.

Everyone in the city knows that there is a portrait of the top chef in the Lingding Conference preserved there.

But no one has climbed that side of the high pavilion.

Only on this day, the ice veil on the attic floated higher, and there were shadows in the building, as if someone was in it.Many people gathered under the Star Picking Stage, staring up curiously. After a long time, they only saw a faint blue shadow.

Reflected in the sunlight, it looks like a translucent ghost returning to its hometown.

The man in Tsing Yi had been standing on the high platform for a long time.

He stood quietly, letting the high wind blow his face, the white gauze fluttered by his side, a huge picture scroll was spread out on the wall in front of him, the wind blowing the paper, rustling.

There are people in the painting, flowers and plants, birds and animals, and the skillful strokes outline the ever-changing beautiful scenery.Only the one in front of the man in Tsing Yi is left blank, and the edges connecting with the flowers, birds, mountains and rivers are also stiff, as if a piece has been forcibly picked out from the painting.

The man in Tsing Yi was silent, raising his hand to lightly touch the blank space.

The moment the fingertips touched the picture scroll, the whole picture scrolled like flowing water, and the surface overflowed with circles of ripples. The characters, flowers and birds in the painting seemed to come to life, and they turned their eyes to the outside of the picture scroll.

The fingertips of the man in Tsing Yi who touched the scroll seemed to have touched the spring water, and melted into it without a sound—but only half of it penetrated, as if being blocked from the inside, and could no longer push the slightest.

The man in Tsing Yi frowned, and muttered to the scroll: "What are you stopping me for?"

"Didn't complete the task? Nonsense, I even kidnapped that kid myself."

"Rules? I'm sorry, I forgot. I forgot all about it as soon as I went out. You also know that after the Dao of Heaven was expelled, the rules here are very strange and chaotic. It's good that I can go out. I don't remember so many things. "

"First name? Who the hell made this stinky rule, I have to get a first name when I go back to my own home?"

"...Wait, the chef made it?"

"I'm sorry, you just treat me as a fart."

A gust of wind blows the scroll gently, as if laughing at the man in Tsing Yi's rapid change of face.

The man in Tsing Yi went to various taverns to drink all day long, and he had already cultivated a thick skin that was invulnerable to swords and guns. At this time, he didn't blush and his heart beat, and he waved his sleeves casually: "Okay, isn't it the first name of the Spirit Cauldron Conference? It can be done with one finger. These are all trivial matters, but you guys tell me how the situation over there is now, how is the status of the chef fairy?"

The picture scroll seemed to freeze for a moment.

A long silence followed, and the wind blew the paper, making a faint rustling sound, like a soft whisper.

The man in Tsing Yi stood quietly, his brows gradually becoming more and more serious.

"It turns out that the most critical moment has come... No wonder you need so many fresh forces, no wonder the Spirit Cauldron Conference is organized so frequently..."

"Low hope? I don't think so."

"Didn't I tell you that I brought that kid in this time. The Spirit Cauldron Conference this time is definitely different from any previous ones. Just wait and see."

The picture scroll fluttered slightly, as if someone curled his lips, complaining that he came too late, and complained that a boy who had just grown up could make any difference.

The man in Tsing Yi touched his chin: "Actually, I thought so too at first."

"But then I found out that this kid is simply a genius, with the ability to turn decay into magic. How did the chef fairy say, what are the waves... Laugh, you are laughing, you think I am talking about myself Is it? You old paper-painted things are all forwards!"

"Do not believe?"

"If you don't believe me, just wait and see for yourself—hey, I'll go, what are you guys doing?"

"Don't think I'm afraid to do it, I'm just afraid that my finger will go down and pierce the skin of you old bastards—oh!"

The air waves roiled, and suddenly there was a strong wind on the star-picking platform, and the gauze curtains were blowing. It seemed that someone was extremely annoyed.

They vaguely saw a blue shadow falling from the high platform, as if a person had been thrown away.

But when they rubbed their eyes and looked carefully, they couldn't see anything.

……

Outside the central city, the space was torn apart suddenly, and the man in Tsing Yi suddenly flashed out of it.

His long hair and clothes were all messed up by the wind, and they were messed up, and his face was very pale.

Uncle Wang, who was waiting for him outside the city, snorted and teased, "What's the matter? Didn't you say that there is nothing wrong with you?"

The man in Tsing Yi grimaced and complained: "Anyway, they all came from an era, and the old ones don't show any sympathy. Regardless of them, isn't it just the Spirit Cauldron Conference? If you and I make a move, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Uncle Wang shook his head and said, "I'm nothing to be afraid of, and I'm not good at cooking, at most I'm a helper. But you, if you meet my young master in a competition, will you admit defeat, or will you admit defeat?"

The man in Tsing Yi's expression suddenly became very strange. After being bored for a long time, he let out a long breath and cursed: "It's his grandma, I forgot about this!"

Yu Xiaotan will definitely participate in the Spirit Cauldron Conference.

Even with the haughty temperament of the man in Tsing Yi, he is convinced by Yu Xiaotan's culinary skills. He has to admit that he is no longer Yu Xiaotan's opponent in some respects.

But just now he was still boasting in front of the picture scroll, saying that getting a first name is a piece of cake...

Thinking of the face slap that was about to be staged, the man in Tsing Yi suddenly felt a bit of a toothache, he raised his foot sullenly and wanted to go out, but suddenly staggered again.

Uncle Wang quickly helped him: "What?"

The man in Tsing Yi's face turned pale: "The rules of heaven and earth in this place are already extremely unstable. I have exhausted my whole body's spiritual power just by traveling this distance."

"It seems that those guys are right. The confrontation between the kitchen fairy and the heaven has really reached the most critical moment."

Uncle Wang's expression also became very serious: "How much hope of success are there?"

"I don't know, it's probably very slim..." The man in Tsing Yi said slowly, "It is ultimately a human effort to fight against the Dao of Heaven. Even though we have lost so many like-minded companions over the years, we still have to take this last step It's so hard."

After a pause, he sighed again: "I hope your kid can take the top spot and be useful when entering the ruins."

Uncle Wang: "...Why, don't you think you can take the first place?"

The blue veins on the forehead of the man in Tsing Yi tensed up: "Why are you so annoying?"

"He is the heir of the chef fairy, and I am the lecturer of the Yu Family Academy. We are all from the same family. Isn't it the same as mine for him?"

……

In a small village in the west of Tianzhou, it was also very lively at this time.

A group of villagers huddled outside the wall of a small house in the west of the village, smelling the smell of food coming from inside the wall, sometimes marveling and sometimes frowning.

"It's so rich in aura," someone admired. "It must be a chef with excellent skills who can produce such a rich aura of ingredients. Our village has found a treasure this time!"

The other person kept shaking his head: "No, I don't think it's right. The aura is so strong, why does the food taste so, so..."

So hard to describe?

"Never mind him, as long as there is plenty of spiritual energy and a high degree of transformation of spiritual power, isn't that what the criteria for judging by the Spirit Cauldron Conference are?" The previous man was gearing up, "I want to ask for a bite when Master Spirit Chef comes out later. It must be a rare delicacy in heaven and earth.”

Before the words were finished, the courtyard door creaked and was just pushed open.

The handsome young man smiled, holding a huge tray in his hand: "It's ready, freshly baked braised pork, does anyone want to try it?"

Everyone at the entrance of the village became excited immediately, waving their hands and pushing forward: "I, I'm coming! Don't push me, let me have a taste—"

Qiongqing put the tray aside with a smile, and brought out a few more dishes from the house: "Don't worry, don't worry, I have done a lot, everyone has a share."

The white porcelain plate is covered with a lid, which covers the food and even suppresses the smell.

The villagers who got the food looked at the mirror-smooth pot lid in front of them, rolled their Adam's apple a few times, and quietly swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

It can perfectly restrain the aura and taste... If you read correctly, the food plate and the lid on it are all valuable spiritual weapons, right?

Even the dinner plate is so high-end, how delicious should it be!

With excitement and excitement, the villagers gently lifted the lid of the pot with trembling hands in an extremely pious gesture——

A strange smell filled the air for an instant.

Someone sniffled, someone sneezed.

A group of people looked at the scorched and charcoal-like thing on the plate, and exchanged glances with strange expressions.

What is this?

Braised pork?

Something seems wrong?

The person who supported Qiongqing before gritted his teeth, and suddenly said loudly: "What are you questioning, are you questioning the dishes of Lord Chef Ling? With such a strong aura, what is there to doubt?"

"This is the Braised Pork carefully cooked by Master Ling Chef, but it uses extraordinary skills that you and I cannot understand. This is innovation, transcendence, and a groundbreaking creation that subverts the previous cooking methods of Ling Chef. To be able to eat such novel dishes , is clearly our supreme glory!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the spoon, dug a big mouthful and stuffed it into his mouth.

...The more you chew, the uglier your face becomes, and the more you chew, the weirder your expression becomes.

The taste is really strange, it is not salty when it is said to be salty, and it is not sweet when it is said to be sweet, and it also has an inexplicable taste like tree roots.And is this really meat? Why can't he taste any meat?

However, the rich spiritual power in the food cannot be faked.

The villagers can feel the spiritual power flowing in their bodies, awakening the blood in their bodies to boil.

It is indeed a spiritual meal, yes, it is indeed full of spiritual power, but this taste, why is it so... unpalatable!

At the gate of the house, Qiongqing smiled happily watching the food she made being eaten by people.He returned to the house humming a ditty, and said to Che Yunwen who was cleaning up the mess in the kitchen: "Master, our dishes are very popular. They say it's a subversive creation."

Che Yunwen couldn't hold the dinner plate firmly and almost fell to the ground.

He turned around helplessly, and said with a wry smile, "Stop joking. With our level, let alone comparing with Xiaotan, I will give you this braised pork. Do you want to eat it or not?"

Qiongqing scratched her head: "I know it can't compare to Xiaotan, but it's not that bad, right?"

"I see that those people outside have eaten very cleanly, and there is nothing left."

Che Yunwen shook his head and sighed: "They are reluctant to part with the spiritual power in the food. We used fresh ingredients from outside Tianzhou, which already have plenty of spiritual power, and you secretly injected a lot of spiritual power into the food, so to have that effect.”

Qiongqing covered her face: "What is infused with spiritual energy, don't talk nonsense, I don't have it."

Seeing the young man's guilty conscience, Che Yunwen couldn't laugh or cry: "I can taste the smell of tree roots in the food, why don't you say no?"

"Qiong Qing, we are taking advantage of the ingredients, and to some extent we are cheating."

Qiongqing held her cheeks and thought about it, then tilted her head: "If you cheat, you can cheat, anyway, we have a lot of ingredients."

He patted the storage ring on his hand, and added: "Master, besides, we attended the Spirit Cauldron Conference to find people, and we didn't really intend to change careers to become spirit cooks."

This makes sense, Che Yunwen nodded helplessly.

I had no choice but to shatter the jar.

It's impossible to expect him and Qiongqing to make some delicacies from mountains and seas.

I just hope that the examiners of the Spirit Cauldron Conference will be more generous, and don't be pissed off by their reckless behavior.