Luckily, she snuck a bite and discovered that her senior sister’s skills weren’t as good as her own; otherwise, she would’ve been worried sick.
However, this incident also made the little girl more vigilant.
Cooking for the master was a privilege exclusive to Qing Jun!
But now her senior sister even wanted to steal this little privilege from her junior sister!
The more Qing Jun thought about it, the angrier she got, and she wanted to complain to her master, but seeing her senior sister’s melancholic gaze, she wisely held her tongue:
"Oh, let’s not talk about this. Master, do you know about this Daoist Miaofang?"
Hearing this, Chen Ye had some vague memories appear in his mind.
Wait a second...
This person is a character in the game storyline!
In the original storyline, he was a merchant on the game map, able to sell meals with special effects.
As for his identity...
Which regular player cares about the identity of a roadside merchant, especially one who sells rarely used special foods?
Chen Ye only knew that this person, five hundred years later, was a Late Period Golden Core cultivator, but by then, he was already white-haired and looked very different from now.
However,
Given that he can be a Late Period Golden Core cultivator in five hundred years, this person’s potential should not be underestimated.
"It seems a bit familiar. This person does not like conflict nor power, only fascinated by traveling through various countries in search of top-quality ingredients. Just by reading books, you could tell it was him?"
Chen Ye skeptically glanced at the little girl.
"Hmph, Qing Jun has read at least a hundred gourmet books in the sect! One of them mentioned him and his usual techniques. Qing Jun has even studied them!"
The little girl was angry.
This was the result of her hard work. Was the master doubting Qing Jun’s efforts?
Chen Ye held his forehead.
Got it.
No wonder this girl’s skills almost rival my own with the proficiency panel. Turns out she truly works hard behind the scenes.
...
In front of the stall.
It was already surrounded by diners.
But looking at the attire of these diners, most were Low Tier Loose Cultivators at the Qi Cultivation Stage, occasionally a few in the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment, all looking impatient, just attracted by the aroma, unaware of the stall owner’s true identity.
"Hey! Fat old man! Hurry it up! I’ve been waiting forever!"
An extremely muscular man with a face full of flesh pounded the table and shouted.
The stall owner, wearing a grease-stained gray Taoist robe, was plump.
He wasn’t annoyed at the pressing of customers; he gleefully flipped the iron skewer in his hand:
"Don’t rush, don’t rush. This wild bull tendon needs to be slowly roasted over a low flame; if the heat isn’t right, it becomes unchewable and that’s a waste."
"Heh. A little Qi Cultivation cultivator, dare to show off in front of me?"
The muscular man sneered and glanced unintentionally at the iron skewer, his eyes narrowed.
Others didn’t recognize it, but he immediately saw that this wild bull tendon came from a Second Tier Demon Beast!
Presumably, the old man didn’t recognize it and just happened upon the materials...
The surrounding people joined in the uproar, seeing him as just a regular fat cook with decent skills.
And at that moment,
a crisp, childish voice suddenly rang out:
"This is the main tendon from the hind leg of an iron-backed wild bull from the early Second Tier. If the heat is off by a bit, it will be like chewing dry wax; if too much, the Spiritual Qi will dissipate. This third oil brush should be using spirit oil refined from Ziyang flowers, right? If it comes out of the pot now, with the oil not seeped in, it would truly be destroying treasures!"
The boisterous crowd fell silent.
Everyone turned around in surprise.
They saw a petite little girl wearing a veiled hat, standing with her hands behind her back, standing in front of the stall, expressing her wisdom.
The previously cheerful fat stall owner paused at her words.
He raised his head, and his little eyes, squeezed into slits by his fat, shot out a flash of brilliance, staring straight at Qing Jun:
"Oh?"
"Little fellow... you have some insight."
"Not only do you recognize it’s the main tendon of an iron-backed wild bull, but you even smelled out my exclusive spirit oil?"
Qing Jun proudly raised her chin:
"Of course! I also know you are Daoist Miaofang, a Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer expert!"
Chen Ye: "?"
This girl just blurted out his cultivation like that?
He hurriedly transmitted a message to Qing Jun: "How could you not say this earlier? If he’s Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer, then we better not provoke him..."
The little girl was dissatisfied: "Master, didn’t you say you had an impression? Qing Jun thought you knew... Besides, we’re already here, and with Qingzhi to protect us!"
A truly fearless little girl!
And as soon as Qing Jun revealed it, the surroundings immediately quieted down,
Especially the muscular man, who was taken aback.
Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer?
This greasy fat cook is a Great Cultivator at Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer?!
The muscular man was skeptical, but he couldn’t help doubting deep down. Could it be that this old bloke is deliberately using a Second Tier Demon Beast as bait?
Daoist Miaofang was also taken aback.
He traveled across nations and remained low-key. Few besides a few old friends knew his identity.
He had been setting up a stall in Hunyuan City for days, with countless patrons, all treating him as an ordinary cook.
Unexpectedly...
Today, a little girl unraveled his secret with one sentence!
Looking at the little girl’s admiring gaze and her little mouth almost drooling...
Daoist Miaofang could tell that this little one was an ardent fan!
The fat Daoist suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter carrying a sense of finding a kindred spirit,
"Hahaha! Great! Great! Great! I never thought that even while I was hiding my identity, I would meet someone who understands my craft! Since you, little friend, know my name, this batch of golden crispy wild bull tendon is meant for you!"
With that,
he waved his large sleeve,
A vast spiritual power surged out, gently pushing back the onlookers who were just there to see the spectacle.