“Alright, it’s getting late.” Ning Fengzhi’s mouth twitched slightly as he said, “We’ll spend the night here and head back tomorrow.” Chen Xin nodded and took four tents out of his soul tool before skillfully setting them up.
The tents were quickly assembled.
Three of them were arranged in a triangular formation, leaving an open space in the middle.
At the same time, Gu Rong cleaned up the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear’s corpse, cut the meat into suitable pieces, skewered them onto branches, and set them over the fire to roast.
The roaring campfire crackled, its orange-red flames dancing and driving away the darkness and chill of the forest.
Hot fat slowly dripped along the grain of the meat and fell onto the glowing coals with a pleasant sizzling sound.
Wisps of white smoke rose into the air.
Smelling that irresistible aroma, Ning Wen’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.
“Xiao Wen, Uncle Bone’s cooking is quite good.” Ning Fengzhi smiled broadly.
“And the main ingredient is the bear paw of the Dark Gold Terror Claw, one of the world’s ten great delicacies.
Looks like we’re in for quite a feast tonight.” Just then, the voice pack spoke again.
[This ingredient may not compare to the dragon liver and phoenix marrow I once enjoyed, but in this mortal world, it’s barely worthy of entering my mouth!] [The problem is that the preparation is far too crude, and the heat control while roasting the meat is an absolute disaster.
You’re completely wasting such fine ingredients!] [And you actually dare to brag about this.
Where did you get that confidence?] Ning Wen: “…” If Uncle Bone heard that, he’d probably chop me to pieces on the spot.
And forget about the phoenix marrow.
But dragon liver?
Are you sure about that?
Have you forgotten what kind of person your so-called first love was in your previous bragging?
Eating one of her own kind right in front of the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena…
You’re one ruthless bastard!
Aren’t you afraid Gu Yuena will decide to die together with you?
Hearing those thoughts, Ning Fengzhi’s heart tightened, and he subconsciously glanced at Gu Rong.
If he’d known this would happen, he wouldn’t have brought up the subject in the first place.
The veins on Gu Rong’s forehead bulged, but he still managed to hold himself back.
However, if one looked closely, they would notice that his hand was trembling.
Anyone would have trouble staying calm after being mocked for absolutely no reason.
Ning Wen ignored the voice pack’s antics and picked up a piece of roasted meat, stuffing it straight into his mouth.
Rich, savory juices immediately spread across his tongue.
Despite the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear’s formidable defenses, its meat was incredibly tender.
There were no tough sinews to chew through at all.
The moment it entered his mouth, it practically melted.
Ning Wen felt as though an electric current had shot through his entire body.
His eyes widened, and his pupils seemed to shine.
Delicious!!!!!
This is so damn good!!!!
My God, what kind of heavenly flavor is this?!
It was even more delicious than the dishes he’d eaten at Michelin-starred restaurants in his previous life.
And as the rich meat juices slid down his throat and into his stomach, a wave of warmth spread through his abdomen.
The tension and fatigue he’d accumulated throughout the day seemed to be washed away by that warmth.
“Xiao Wen, what do you think?” Seeing Ning Wen devour the meat like a starving wolf, Gu Rong was stunned.
Didn’t you look down on my cooking?
Then why are you eating it like that?
“Mmm—delicious!
This is really good!” Ning Wen’s cheeks were bulging as he mumbled through his food.
“No wonder it’s one of the world’s ten great delicacies!” A certain slightly mocking voice chose that exact moment to interrupt.
[Delicious?] [A mortal’s palate truly is pitifully impoverished.] [I’ll say it again: the cooking technique is far too crude.
It’s only because the ingredients are decent that I can barely swallow it.] [I’ve never seen anyone whose cooking is this terrible yet has this much confidence.] Ning Wen: “…” Aren’t you going a little too far?!
It’s clearly delicious!
And you didn’t do a single thing from start to finish.
All you had to do was sit there and wait for the food to be delivered straight into your mouth.
Do you really have to mock it this much?
The voice pack snorted coldly and continued in a matter-of-fact tone.
[Hmph!
Being a terrible cook is the original sin!] [Putting aside everything else, in your eyes, this may be a delicacy.] [But in my eyes, it’s nothing more than inferior scraps that must be swallowed simply to fill this mortal body.] [In my previous life, I roamed across countless worlds and even stewed a Kun Peng.
The Kun Peng was so enormous that one pot wasn’t enough to stew it.
After transforming into a bird, it became a Peng, and the Peng was so large that it required two specially made barbecue racks!] [That flavor…
I can still remember it vividly.
I wonder whether I’ll ever have the chance to taste it again in this life!] [One bite, and divine power would pour into the body, the divine soul would be cleansed, and both the taste buds and cultivation would experience unparalleled pleasure.] [Alas, I’ve fallen on hard times now.
I can’t even eat such delicacies anymore.
Everything here tastes like chewing wax.] By the end, a trace of nostalgia had entered the voice.
But more than anything, there was still that lofty arrogance.
Ning Wen’s chewing stopped for a moment before he rolled his eyes.
The voice pack’s level of shameless boasting was getting more ridiculous by the day!
Now even an ancient divine beast like the Kun Peng had entered the picture!
And he had actually eaten it two ways!
Stewed!
Barbecued!
Dream on!
Weren’t you afraid of blowing the entire God Realm apart from overeating?!
The Kun Peng was terrifyingly powerful in practically any world setting.
And Douluo could practically be considered the floor of the fantasy genre.
One could imagine how strong the God Realm here was.
Kun Peng probably wouldn’t even need to do anything.
A casual breath from it might be enough to reduce the entire Douluo God Realm to ashes.
Fine, fine, you’re amazing.
Happy now?!
Hearing Ning Wen praise his cooking had originally put Gu Rong in a good mood, but then this happened.
The cooking technique is too crude.
It’s only because the ingredients are good that he can barely eat it!
Does he think it tastes good?
Or does he think it tastes bad?
On one hand, he’s desperately stuffing roasted meat into his mouth and praising it to the heavens.
On the other hand, he’s insulting it in his mind and criticizing my cooking?!
If it really tastes bad, then why are you eating so damn fast?!
Which part of you looks like you’re eating something bad?!
This level of hypocrisy is truly unprecedented.
“Xiao Wen, if I remember correctly, when we went to find you just now, you were cooking, weren’t you?” Seeing Gu Rong’s expression getting darker and darker, Ning Fengzhi hurriedly changed the subject.
“Yeah.
I only know a little.
It’s definitely nowhere near as good as Uncle Bone’s cooking.” Ning Wen answered casually.
His own cooking could only be described as edible, so it was better to be modest.
[How could mere mortals like you possibly enjoy the delicacies I prepare?] Ning Wen: “…” You’re just too scared to cook yourself.
[Ding!
Congratulations, Host.
You have received an additional reward: God-level Culinary Skills!] Just then, the voice package suddenly rang out in Ning Wen’s mind.
At the same time, an immense and boundless flood of culinary knowledge surged into his mind like a tidal wave.
Earlier, all it had given him was basic swordsmanship mastery!
And now it has reached god-level culinary skills!
The difference was a little too damn huge, wasn’t it?!
If you have the guts, upgrade my Basic Swordsmanship Mastery to God-level Swordsmanship too.
Basic and god-level were completely different levels.
It was the difference between hell and heaven!
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Ning Wen was now the greatest chef in the world.
Even if the Food God himself descended, Ning Wen was confident he could defeat him in culinary skill.
“Perfect.
I was too slow roasting all this by myself.
Come help me.” Gu Rong clearly had no intention of letting Ning Wen off that easily.