Chapter 23: Lin Yu, Unprepared

  Transtor: Krukist

  Besides Nan Zhan and Qin Caiyun, another special observer resent at the petition—Nan Ziyaed beside Nan Zhan. A trace of nguor lingered on her exquisitely beautiful face, but her eyes were filled with curiosity.

  The night before, Nan Zhan and his wife had not mentioheir visit to Lin Yu, returning with an air of secrecy. It was only this m that they revealed the uping ary duel between Situ Deng and Lin Yu.

  This revetion thrilled Nan Ziyan. One was the most extraordinary chef she had entered in years, while the other was Situ Deng, famous from a young age. Although she found herself somewhat averse to Situ Deng, feeling that his dishes were an unpatable jumble, her elite upbringing still allowed her the significe of a young First-Grade Spirit Chef.

  Especially after hearing Fire Phoenix ret the events of the previous day, her anticipation only grew. That money-grubbing chef from yesterday turned out to have such remarkable skills! He had actually won over her father and mother with a mere fried chi leg…

  Nan Ziyahat her father had tasted tless Spirit Feasts over the years. Yet even he admitted that while yesterday’s fried chi leg cked the soul-nourishing essence of a Spirit Feast, its sheer fvor had utterly captivated him. “A taste unlike any before!”

  Her excitement surged further when she recalled Lin Yu’s agreement with Nan Zhan—he would cook a dish for her every day. Thinking of yesterday’s Chi Stew with Mushrooms, she could almost feel her mouth watering.

  “I wonder what delicious dish he’ll make today?”

  Behind the Marquis’s family stood Azure Phoenix and Fire Phoenix—two of the most formidable personal guards in the Marquis Manor. Even though Nan Zhan had ordered the grand hall closed to spectators, these two remained present. Even the Imperial Pace couldn’t guarantee absolute safety from assassins, let alohe Marquis Manor.

  However, their primary duty was to protect Qin Caiyun and Nan Ziyan. Nan Zhan himself was immensely powerful. Though he had not fought in years, rumors still pced him among the top ten warriors of the Heavenly Cloud Kingdom.

  Thus, his gaze was exceptionally sharp. As Lin Yu and Lin Ling’er ehe hall, his eyes immediately locked onto Lin Yu, and his brows furrowed slightly.

  Qin Caiyun, notig this, asked curiously, “Marquis, is something wrong? Master Lin seems normal to me.”

  Even Nan Ziyan uzzled. “He looked like this yesterday too. Maybe he just washed up since he was ing to the Marquis Manor. At least he knows to be presentable.”

  Despite her noble upbringing, her tone carried a touch ant dession.

  Nan Zhan, who had risen from humble ins, found this displeasing. He snorted, “Ziyan, what do you mean by ‘presentable’? The boy is simply being polite… But there is something odd about him. He seems to be in the Body F Realm, yet there’s no spiritual energy fluctuation around him.”

  Even though Body F Realm cultivators did not rely oernal spiritual energy like Are Martialists, they should still exhibit some fluctuations.

  Nan Zhan could not have imagihat Lin Yu’s current Seven Meridians a Vessels physique rendered him pletely incapable of eg with the natural Profound Qi, let alone refining it into Spiritual Essence.

  Seeing Lin Yu’s beted arrival, Situ Deng, who was fully prepared, sneered, “Showing up this te—don’t tell me you were too scared to sleep st night?”

  Lin Yu g him and found it amusing. In his previous life, people were far more hypocritical. Even in school, flicts either escated into ht fights or veiled sarcasm. Such direct mockery was a y.

  “Is this cultural shock?” Lin Yu mused with a faint smile. “Yeah, I was trembling all night, afraid of how strong you are.”

  Situ Deng’s taunt had been straightforward, but Lin Yu, raised uhe red fg, khat true sarcasm y in subtlety. His gaze nded on Situ Deng’s cooking statioly arranged with an exquisite set of ade knives and utensils. He clicked his tongue in admiration.

  “Wow, ade? The rich really do live differently. They get to use the best of everything.” Lin Yu sighed, then looked at the empty table before him. “Unlike me, I had to rely on the Marquis Manor to prepare my cooking tools…”

  He scratched his head, looking slightly sheepish as he turo Nan Zhan. “Marquis, all my utensils at home are useless now. Could you prepare a set for me?”

  The stark trast between the well-prepared Situ Deng and the empty-handed Lin Yu took everyone by surprise. Even Nan Zhaated.

  Was this boy truly a chef?

  If Lin Yu knew of Nan Zhan’s doubt, he might have simply shrugged and said, “Bae, I was the worst cook around.”

  And he wouldn’t be lying. Lin Yu’s ary skills were det, but pared to the master chefs of his past life, he was far from extraordinary. He had watched tless instrual videos from head chefs, each of whom could outshine him with ease.

  But that was his past life.

  Now, in a world with a far more primitive ary culture—and with his cheat ability—he had full fiden crushing a so-called First-Grade Spirit Chef.

  Nan Zhan rubbed his temples. Though Lin Yu’s loss wouldn’t affect him personally, the boy’s casual attitude made him feel slightly regretful.

  “I should’ve scrutinized him more yesterday… This kid is a bit too unreliable.”

  Cherishing oools was the foundation of a good chef. Shouldn’t a true chef treasure their knives?

  Letting out a long sigh, he turo Fire Phoenix. “We have a det set of cooking utensils in the manor, don’t we? Go fetch them for Master Lin. As for knives, gather the best we have from the kit.”

  Situ Deng burst into ughter. “A chef who doesn’t even bring his own tools? With this level of preparation, what makes you think you win?”

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