Then, Xiangling, who had walked to the side, watched in stunned silence as this young man, who had nothing on his body but a pair of flip-flops and a pair of beach shorts, pulled out dozens of pieces of prepared Fish meat, dozens of identical Jueyun Chili and Violetgrass from who knows where.
And the most ridiculous part: dozens of bottles of salt?
Xiangling was so shocked that he rubbed his eyes on the spot, looked around Ren with suspicion, and even stared at a certain part behind Ren for a few seconds without feeling anything was wrong, before he reacted, his face flushing red as he puffed up his cheeks.
He had originally thought that Akasha ingredients were already ridiculous enough, but Xiangling hadn’t expected there could be something even more ridiculous.
He even threw those dozens of bottles of salt in, along with the bottles and caps??!!
“Stop!” You don’t cook like that!
You can’t make food that way!
Although Xiangling believed that cooking could and should be innovative, it couldn’t be innovative like this.
However, Ren not only didn’t listen to Xiangling, but even said triumphantly in a tone that made Xiangling really want to punch him.
“Look, this is the way to make Wanmin Restaurant Boiled Fish: quick, good, and efficient, the whole process takes less than five seconds—hey, it’s done!” Thus, under Xiangling’s numb gaze, he saw a scene he might never be able to understand in his entire life.
Dozens of bowls of Black-Back Perch Stew, plus three bowls of Wanmin Restaurant Boiled Fish, appeared around the stove.
“—You, you, how on earth did you do that?” Xiangling blinked, gasped, leaned back, and completely failed to understand how Ren had done it.
From just now until now, for the first time, Xiangling felt that this world was too absurd.
He looked at the young man in front of the stove, who was smiling as if he were really just demonstrating how to make authentic Wanmin Restaurant Boiled Fish for him.
On the other person’s face, one couldn’t tell at all that he had just thrown dozens of bottles of salt into a pot emitting white smoke, and then magically produced dozens of bowls of boiled Fish as if there were anything wrong with it.
Where did those salt bottles go?
Why was everything fished out of the pot already in bowls?
Where did the bottles go?
Where did the bowls come from?
How does this world run?
At this moment, these three ultimate questions were circulating in Xiangling’s little head.
He was really feeling a bit dizzy now.
It was as if this world operated just like that: if you want to cook, you have to throw the bottles containing salt into the pot, and then Fish out the food already in bowls from the boiling pot.
Xiangling looked down again at the boiled Fish around the stove.
Whether it was the steaming hot dishes or the pungent, spicy aroma, everything was reminding Xiangling that these were the real deal, boiled Fish.
No problem, my friend, guaranteed delicious.
Xiangling felt his eyes were already starting to spin like mosquito coils.
The absurd reality conflicted greatly with the common sense in his heart, especially since this problem occurred in the field of cooking.
That Xiangling hadn’t fainted on the spot was already a sign of this kid’s big heart.
“Wait, why are these dishes all identical?” After looking back and forth for a long time, even ignoring the fact that his Old Man’s NPC had been shouting over there for a long time, Xiangling finally discovered a slight discrepancy.
That was, these dozens of bowls of Black-Back Perch Stew in front of him, except for the three bowls of Wanmin Restaurant Boiled Fish he was particularly familiar with, were all identical.
Yes, they were identical, even the knife marks on the Fish, the green onions and chili floating in the soup base, the angle of the Fish head, and even the shape and angle of the oil droplets floating on top were exactly the same, as if—no, they were made from the same mold.
And those three bowls of Wanmin Restaurant Boiled Fish were the same, with absolutely no difference.
What kind of ultimate, extreme obsessive-compulsive disorder is this?
Xiangling, refusing to believe it, tasted each one.
Hey, fragrant!
Ahem.
Knowing there was still serious business, Xiangling temporarily suppressed the joy in his heart from tasting the delicious food and was surprised to find that these perfect boiled Fish were all identical in taste, with no difference in sour, sweet, bitter, or spicy, and even the texture of every bite didn’t have the slightest difference.
“I must be dreaming—wait?
Dreaming?” The Damselette murmured, but as if a keyword had been triggered, Xiangling, who was an adeptus’s disciple after all, although he usually neglected his duties and loved cooking more than cultivating immortality, did indeed have relevant common sense.
He had gradually realized that something was wrong with this game world.
“Hmm, but if it were a dream, it’s too real—and can I dream of flavors I’ve never experienced before?” Xiangling scratched the back of his head; he had never tasted such perfect Wanmin Restaurant Boiled Fish in reality.
Although this was his signature dish, even his most perfect performance had never seemed to reach this level of flavor.
Come to think of it, if he could taste new dishes in his dreams and even improve his cooking skills, then Xiangling thought this dream was quite wonderful.
At this time, the Damselette didn’t have any of the anxiety he had earlier when worrying about his Old Man’s strange state.
It can only be said that the Damselette who loves cooking shows filial piety in a powerful way.
“How is it?
Isn’t the boiled Fish I made the real authentic Wanmin Restaurant Boiled Fish?” A customer who came to eat, in front of the head chef of Wanmin Restaurant, said that what he made was the real authentic Wanmin Restaurant Boiled Fish.
This was something that would normally be considered turning the world upside down, but now, hearing it, Xiangling couldn’t stop nodding, as if what the other person said was completely reasonable.
“That’s right, customer, what you made is the most authentic Wanmin Restaurant Boiled Fish.” The Damselette, for whom one is one and two is two when it comes to cooking, admitted this point very readily.
Then, he shook his head with some embarrassment, scratched the back of his head, and asked with a blushing face.
“Um, can I learn to cook from you?
What my master said was indeed right: there are mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people.
I originally thought that the Wanmin Restaurant Boiled Fish I had researched was my unique skill, but I didn’t expect there to be such an amazing chef as you.” Ren gave Xiangling a thumbs up, and Xiangling seemed to see the reflection of teeth from the corner of Ren’s mouth.
“No problem, learn to cook from me, Damselette.” To Xiangling’s surprise, this young man named Ren didn’t mean to hide anything at all.
Hearing Xiangling’s request, he actually demonstrated on the spot how to make the perfect Black-Back Perch Stew.
While he was making it, he also explained it, as if he were afraid that Xiangling wouldn’t be able to learn it.
“It’s a small matter.
First, you have to do this, then add this, and finally it depends on luck whether it turns out to be Black-Back Perch Stew or Wanmin Restaurant Boiled Fish.
Oh, by the way, the chef making this dish must be chosen as Xiangling, otherwise, it won’t produce the specialty dish.
However, this dish restores HP.
If you want to try your luck and trigger a double yield, then having Diona or Barbara make it is also a good choice.
Oh, by the way, be careful not to let Kamisato Ayato and Hu Tao make this dish, otherwise, it’s possible that a strange dish will appear—”