Chapter 20: Lin’s Braised Pork

  Transtor: Krukist

  After much trial and error, Lin Yu finally uood that the dot editing fun had its limitations. With only 100 energy points, he couldn’t solve all his problems at once. So, he experimeo see how far he could push the enhas for his dish, “Braised Pork.”

  Yes, Lin Yu had decided on the dish he would use to pete against Situ Deng tomorrow: Braised Pork. In Lin Yu’s memory, if there was one dish that everyone knew and he could make well, it was Braised Pork.

  The recipe for Braised Pork wasn’t overly plicated, but it wasn’t simple either. In his previous life, Lin Yu had been a meat lover. To perfect his version of Braised Pork, he had watched hundreds of videos and experimented tless times, eventually creating his signature “Lin’s Braised Pork.”

  In fact, Lin Yu’s first girlfriend in his past life had been won over by this very dish…

  While Braised Pork was undeniably delicious, it served no special purpose beyond satisfying hunger and pleasing the pate. But Lin Yu was determio transform it into a Spirit Feast that even he could prepare. After several attempts, he finally saw the save button light up!

  “Enhances cultivation speed for Third-Grade and below Are Martialists. Helps overe psychological trauma.” These were the effects Lin Yu had typed into the editor. After pressing save, the energy bar on the s dropped by 70 points.

  Lin Yu couldn’t help but wihat’s 700 Spirit Stones gone!”

  Still, it was worth it. From now on, any Braised Pork Lin Yu made would fun as a Spirit Feast. Even if Lingzhi Hall couldn’t survive, Lin Yu could rely on this dish to ensure a fortable life and even bring honor to his family.

  Though he couldn’t help but wonder what his father, looking down from the afterlife, would think if Lingzhi Hall became a restaurant…

  With the modifications plete, Lin Yu felt more fident about tomorrow’s petition. However, knowing the wonders of this world, he didn’t let his guard dowhought, “Even with Braised Pork as my trump card, Situ Deng might still have tricks up his sleeve.”

  “After all, he’s the young master of the Situ family, a force I ’t afford to provoke as a oner. If I defeat him in front of everyohe Situ family might retaliate.”

  “And I might not even win. The Situ family is sure to give Situ Deng some hidden advantages…” Lin Yu’s eyes flickered with unease. “Even if I’m being overly cautious, I o prepare for the worst…”

  Lin Yu spent the first half of the night simuting various sarios for tomorrow’s petition. But by the sed half, exhaustion from the day’s events finally caught up with him, and he fell into a deep sleep.

  Meanwhile, in the northwestern district of Heavenly Cloud City, within a meticulously decorated mansion, Situ Deng k before hundreds of aral tablets. Seated oher side of him were four elderly men, their faces filled with anger and disappoi.

  “Deng’er, I named you Situ Deng, hoping you would rise to greatness! You are destined freat things. With your talent, even if you chose not to bee an Are Martialist for Nan Ziyan, you still became a Spirit Chef in just a few years…”

  “Being a Spirit Chef is a respectable path. With the Situ family’s resources and your talent, you could bee a Third-Grade Spirit Chef before forty, and perhaps even a Fifth-Grade Spirit Chef, leading the ary world of the Heavenly Cloud Kingdom…”

  “But you’ve made a grave mistake! You’ve staked your future on some nobody! Who is Lin Yu? The desdant of a minor Spirit Pharmacist, known as a qua the market. How could his cooking possibly pare to yours?”

  Situ Deng raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. His fists were ched so tightly that if it weren’t for the o ha tools tomorrow, his nails might have drawn blood. “Elders, I uand everything you’re saying!”

  “Lin Yu has no spiritual energy fluctuations—he’s not a Spirit Chef! But the problem is, Ziyan ate his food…”

  “I’m not betting my future. I’m betting my siy! If I lose to him, it means my efforts were in vain. If Ziyan could eat his food, it was just a ce. But if I lose, it means my efforts were futile.”

  “Even if I don’t lose to Lin Yu tomorrow, I might lose to someone else iure. If this isn’t a path where I stand alo the top, why should I walk it? I might as well return to Heavenly Cloud Academy and pursue the path of an Are Martialist!” Situ Deng’s voice assionate, as if he could reach out and pluck the stars from the sky.

  The four elders exged gnces, first in shock at Situ Deng’s ambition, then in admiration.

  “What boldness!”

  “Such ce! You truly are the future of the Situ family! Deng’er, don’t worry. Tomorrow, you ot lose. The ary world of the Heavenly Cloud Kingdom will have only one king…” A sinister voice echoed in the room.

  Situ Deng lowered his head, a glint of ruthlessness in his eyes. He khat with the elders’ support, he was guarao win tomorrow’s petition. He couldn’t wait to see Lin Yu’s defeat.

  “Hmph, how a try bumpkin like Lin Yu pete with the Situ family?”

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  Before the rooster could crow, Ling’er was already up. When Lin Yu woke up, he caught a whiff of something delicious and smiled. “Having a sister like Ling’er is such a blessing. Oh, what girl would wake up early to make pe?”

  In the courtyard, he found two bowls of perfectly cooked millet pe. Ling’er giggled. “Master Lin, my pe isn’t as good as yours. Don’t judge it too harshly!”

  Lin Yu picked up a bowl, took a sip, and then dramatically gasped, his eyes widening. “Wow, this is the most perfect millet pe I’ve ever tasted! I die happy after tasting this!”

  Ling’er burst into ughter. “Brother, you’re overag! It’s just a bowl of pe. How it be that amazing?”

  Then, she handed Lin Yu a small booklet. “Here’s the basic Body F teique I wrote down for you. It’s called the Body F Manual…”

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