Translator: CatatoPatch Editor: Vermillion
A rolling fragrance wafted through the air. Dense white steam rose from the dish, hindering people’s vision.
Yang iji took a breath, feeling a little stunned. Her pupils shrank as she broke into a smile, with the pores all over her body relaxing.
“What a familiar sll...”
Yang iji sniffed. Her eyes reddened even before she dug in. It had been a long ti since she had slled that scent, so she had almost forgotten it. This aroma... she was drowning in it...
“Old Yang, it’s your Red Braised at. Dig in. I cooked it in a special way today.” Bu Fang drew a chair and sat down. His brows rose as he exhaled lightly.
Yang iji pulled herself together. She shakily picked up her chopsticks. She gulped her saliva when she saw the red at glistening in the light.
She used her chopsticks to grab a at cube. It was a little tough, but as she held it, the red oily juice oozed and dripped from the at.
It was so nostalgic... Yang iji shivered harder.
She picked up the cube and moved it toward her mouth. The closer it got to her mouth, the more worried she beca. She was afraid that when she put the at in her mouth, it would pale in comparison to the flavor she rembered, betraying her expectations.
However, it was the opposite.
She put a piece of Red Braised at in her mouth. As she sunk her teeth into it, the soft feeling of the tender spiritual beast’s at made her feel a shiver.
This feeling was so wonderful! This texture was so nostalgic!
Yang iji munched and munched... Crystal clear tears rolled down her face.
She was a little bewildered. She rubbed her face because she didn’t know why and when she began to cry. This flavor and the flavor in her mory matched perfectly. The flavor that hid deep in her mory overflowed and filled her mouth. Yang iji was now sinking in that piece of her mory.
...
It was a heavy snowy day, where snow swirled everywhere.
A healthy little girl breathed out white air as her little feet stomped on her way ho. She narrowed her eyes. Her face blushed because of the cold and the snow.
Although her hair was disheveled, her lively big eyes moved around.
The Cloud Mist Restaurant stood silently in the snowstorm. Although the snow and wind were twirling outside, inside the restaurant, it was so warm and lively.
The food aroma filled the entire restaurant. The diners sat at their tables, smiling brightly. They were talking while picking up their food using the chopsticks.
Oily juice and steam were everywhere.
This warm and enthusiastic feeling surprised the little girl and made her smile.
The curtain in front of the kitchen was pushed aside. A sturdy and tall figure ca out of the kitchen, wearing an apron with so greasy spots. Wiping the beads of water on his hands, the handso man looked at the little girl, smiling.
The little girl opened her eyes, dashing toward the tall man.
She jumped onto him, hugging onto his big leg.
Although the man looked rough, he dedicatedly smoothened her disheveled hair. Rubbing her head, he turned around and got back into his kitchen.
Shortly later, the curtain of the kitchen was lifted again, allowing the redolent sll to attack people’s nostrils. The good-looking man was holding a steaming hot dish of Red Braised at. The little girl eyed the dish with a look of yearning in her eyes.
After helping herself to a chair, she clumsily grabbed her chopsticks and picked up the cubes. Shortly, her mouth turned oily and shiny.
The little girl was instantly cheered up. She wiped her sleeve over her mouth to clean the red oil juice, which turned her into a tabby cat. The man lovingly looked at her and smiled in a distance. He lifted the curtain and disappeared into the kitchen one more ti.
The little girl cocked her head, watching the tall man leave for the kitchen. She smiled in satisfaction and continued to finish her Red Braised at dish. She opened her mouth and brought another cube of at into it.
...
Yang iji cried silently, choking on her sobbing. She was eating the at and crying. Her bean-sized drops of tear rolled continually. The piece of mory in her head had shrouded her. This feeling had pinched her heart. She felt so bitter and sorrowful she wanted to cry.
Bu Fang sat opposite to her, saying nothing. He didn’t talk and he didn’t want to talk, either.
However, he sighed with emotion. No wonder why this woman got this bulky size. As she had eaten at every day to grow up, how could she not get fat?!
This woman did have so background story! Bu Fang rose his hands. They were slender and pale, being dyed red in the afterglow. Adoring his own hands, Bu Fang grinned.
These were the pair of hands that could do magic. They could cook food that could touch people’s hearts. The magic of gourt food lay right there. Not only did it satisfy people’s physical needs but also their ntal and emotional demands.
It’s almost impossible to remake the food soone had in their mind. The flavors that lay deep in the mory could never be t a second ti in one’s life.
Sotis, good food and moods blended. It’s when people couldn’t help themselves.
Today, Bu Fang used his special but genuine way to cook the Red Braised at because he knew Yang iji should have sothing about Red Braised at in her mory.
According to Yang iji, the forr owner of the Cloud Mist Restaurant was her father, an excellent chef with his famous Red Braised at. The Red Braised at had always been the flagship dish of the Cloud Mist Restaurant.
That was why Bu Fang had cooked it simply to create such hoy taste and feeling.
Although it could be a little different from Yang iji’s father’s Red Braised at, it would resonate with Yang iji’s mory.
“Why is this taste so familiar?! It’s like what my father used to cook...” Yang iji rubbed her teary eyes, shoving the last piece of Red Braised at into her mouth, sobbing.
She looked at Bu Fang, with her eyes emotional and distressed. Although it tasted similar, it wasn’t her father’s dish. Her father was gone, and the taste in her mory had disappeared.
“It’s just a simple Red Braised at. I don’t know how your father’s dish tasted like,” said Bu Fang casually.
Yang iji lifted her head, frowning, “But this flavor... is really similar.”
“It’s the power of good food. Don’t you think it’s magical?” Bu Fang smiled, talking.
Yang iji lifted her head after she licked up all the sauce in the plate. She looked at Bu Fang, balling her fingers into tight fists, giving him a serious nod.
“It is!”
Bu Fang arched his brows, grinning again.
“If so, you know how attractive the food is. Do you want to learn how to cook them? Do you want to have the delicacy that has stayed in your mory every day?”
Yang iji was bewildered.
Nethery sat on the Netherworld Ship, with her slender, creamy legs dangling over the edges. She was also baffled.
Eighty flapped its wings on the ground, stomping its drumsticks around. It clucked then raised its head.
“Are you asking to learn culinary skills?” Yang iji gawked at Bu Fang disbelievingly.
My god, how could Bu Fang co up with that idea?
Yang iji sighed in surprised. She knew her level. She couldn’t even cook Egg-Fried Rice. How could she make good food for other people?
If she learned how to cook, she was afraid that she would scare away the little number of custors that were really hard to get for the restaurant. It was really tough to rebuild and regrow the Cloud Mist Restaurant to its current glory.
Thus, after Yang iji heard what Bu Fang said, she waved her hand in denial, and her face panicked, “I can’t. I can’t. I’m not going to learn it!”
Bu Fang exhaled slightly, balling his body on the chair, and his eyes fixed on Yang iji’s horror-struck face.
“Don’t you want to cook this excellent flavor yourself? It’s what you’ve yearned and missed. It’s the taste of your father’s dishes.”
Yang iji turned dull when she heard Bu Fang. Her face twisted as she was so reluctant. Right, she should carry on the Cloud Mist Restaurant...
“But I want to use my ability to do sothing for the Heavenly Mist City, and what I can do is only pill refining,” answered Yang iji.
She did possess innate talents in refining pills. If she wanted to shine, being an alchemist would be her best path. However, at that ti, the Heavenly Mist City had beco the capital of the Pill Palace where all kinds of alchemists gathered.
Yang iji’s talent couldn’t shine among those grandmasters’.
Bu Fang didn’t know that, but he wasn’t flustered at all.
“Although it’s really good to do alchemy, if you want to show your talent, you don’t actually need to do only refining things. If you learn how to cook, you can do that, too,” said Bu Fang. “Yeah, moreover, I’m the champion of the Magical Hands Conference!”
Honestly, Bu Fang didn’t like the title of the Champion of the Magical Hands Conference because it brought him no benefit. The only benefit was that he got the quota to enter the Heaven Secret Territory where he brought ho a gluttonous Nether King. Anyway, that greedy fella had already gone back.
Right!
Bu Fang was the champion of the Magical Hands Conference!
Yang iji was bewildered. She was moved. If she took her culinary learning seriously, she would be shining, too, wouldn’t she?
She had decided to follow the alchemic path because, at that mont, she thought that cooking offered her no future. At that ti, in Heavenly Mist City, all the chefs had changed their profession.
Bu Fang leaned against the chair, raising his brows as he saw Yang iji hesitate. He thought he must play his lethal attack. He believed that Yang iji couldn’t deny this. If he still had another choice, Bu Fang didn’t want to use this trick.
Exhaling, Bu Fang pulled a stern face as if he was about to discuss sothing very important. Yang iji felt tense and she held her breath when she saw Bu Fang’s expression.
Bu Fang looked at Yang iji and he said slowly, “Old Yang, you should know that Nangong Wuque cos here to eat every day. If you learn cooking with , perhaps later Nangong Wuque will eat your food.”
If emotion wasn’t enough to shake her, let’s just do it directly!
No matter what, as Nangong Wuque ca there, everything would be fine!
Yang iji changed her visage. Listening to Bu Fang, she inhaled, and her eyes started to shine. From a small light dot, they beca a brilliant star in her eyes.
A dazzling star!
“I’m in!”
Yang iji stood up all of a sudden and she slamd her palm on the table. Without a split second of delay, she shouted her agreent.
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