"Hmm, it might be useful as an ingredient, but I haven’t tried it yet," Fu Qingjun answered with a smile.
"Is it a newly discovered species??"
Chen Weizhu asked curiously.
"Indeed," Fu Qingjun nodded, "Welco to help with the research, Chef."
She picked up the snail shell and examined it closely.
On it, she felt an enigmatic and mysterious aura, as if it held the profound secrets of the universe, subtly aligned with the Celestial Dao. Watching it for a long while felt like a mysterious vortex absorbing her thoughts.
"Perhaps it’s an unimaginably rare unknown spiritual material," she said.
"Maybe,"
Fu Qingjun casually replied while sitting nearby.
After all, there was only one snail shell left, Fu Qingjun had dug out the at, and they relied on that bit of at to regrow the shell, turning it into an eternal food supply.
Another food production line.
This woman was soone Fu Qingjun had unintentionally t while opening the restaurant.
She seed to be an elder of the strongest sect around here, a young and powerful figure, the daughter of a strong-willed character.
However, seeing Chen Weizhu, Fu Qingjun felt a similar sensation to when he first saw Qin Hong.
Small, lancholic, despairing, with a stubborn and defiant aura. Such won, when they erupt, are like volcanoes, inexplicably harsh on themselves.
Qin Hong was indeed such a tough person, stubborn, and defiant.
Back then, when Fu Qingjun had just beco Fu Qingjun, he encountered Qin Hong, standing at the night club’s entrance, contemplating whether to sell herself. In the end, Fu Qingjun hurriedly took her hair.
Upon further understanding, it seed this young elder was facing a similar situation.
Her father wanted her to marry soone to ensure their family’s survival, to continue the lineage of tens of thousands within their family. Thus, her days in the sect seed rather oppressed.
"Every family has a difficult verse to recite."
"Not only mortals, but even these formidable beings are no exception."
This kind of small yet defiant unique aura is quite rare, so Fu Qingjun struck up a conversation with her, slowly getting to know her, especially since she was a good chef.
After all, this sect was the core of the current generation’s strong figures.
Celestial Venerable Wen Ce had reincarnated in this generation, so it was good to have so connections within the sect.
As for helping?
Fu Qingjun didn’t intend to interfere too much.
He often secluded himself on various planets, seldom involving himself in matters.
And how to help?
Perhaps like Qin Hong, but cutting off all her hair, leaving only a clump?
Then let her beco the human Primordial God of this Cosmic Era, Jiaxia, Bailong, Ziying, all sharing her face, all her lineage, revealing to the world, "Everyone is my ancestor"?
Since humans’ ancestor had a diterranean hairstyle, that’s why all humans in later generations inherited it???
Such rumors are very bad.
It’s all because Qin Hong, this fanatical clump-haired disciple, got infected with a crazy hobby of making others bald, and threw this bla on Fu Qingjun.
And allowing this Cosmic Era to have a clumped-haired Primordial God?
Ha ha.
Fu Qingjun imdiately refused.
He didn’t want his strange na to spread across a universe.
"You can try cooking," Fu Qingjun felt at ease.
"Okay,"
Chen Weizhu nodded and started cooking.
But as soon as she put it in the pot and added various spiritual materials, it began to lt and disappear.
"What?"
She paused, dumbfounded.
Fu Qingjun seed thoughtful, "It obviously has spirituality, might it be unsuitable for normal culinary thods?"
"I feel so," she scratched her head, "there’s a strange aura, as if this ingredient has its own will and rules, alive and wriggling, very mysterious."
"That’s okay, keep trying to cook,"
Fu Qingjun squinted at her, noticing that the plant she had cut down for cooking grew back, secretly cut again and handed over.
"Ah, am I being too wasteful?" She vaguely felt the ingredient was precious.
"No worries, there’s plenty, feel free to experint," Fu Qingjun dismissed her concerns, having a never-ending food supply machine; after all, cosmic rules exist independently, where does conservation of matter apply?
If rules could be eliminated, this lifeless entity wouldn’t be so terrifying.
It’s perpetually infinite.
"Keep working hard, weren’t you aspiring to improve your alchemy skills?" Fu Qingjun quipped, "Change your destiny?"
"Thank you, boss." Chen Weizhu instantly felt resolute.
She was indeed an industrious employee.
Fu Qingjun remained indifferent.
Ti zipped by, a few months had passed.
Chen Weizhu carefully researched culinary ingredients, managing to achieve so success.
With a certain culinary technique, she preserved a small portion of the dish and improved greatly.
After consumption, her mastery of water-related powers skyrocketed, her realm advancing rapidly, akin to unimaginable heavenly treasures.
anwhile, Fu Qingjun was surprised to discover:
The rules hadn’t diminished!
After being consud, they regrew on the original truth plants and animals.
Fu Qingjun couldn’t help but admire this perpetual machine; through consumption, cultivation advanced significantly, yet it regenerated.
"Now, there’s snail noodles to eat."
Fu Qingjun felt a sudden wave of relief.
Before, after cultivation strengthened, eating beca less satisfying.
Even the best spiritual materials weren’t enough, lacking flavor.
Now?
Everything was suddenly delightful!
An amazing delight!
Tasting rules: this Cosmic Era’s rules are intriguing.
"Indeed, cosmic rules compose the world, naturally forming a myriad of ingredients."
Fu Qingjun was pleased; after all, regular days were dull, "Next ti, I’ll head to the Forest of Truth, find so sorghum-like plants and see if they can fernt wine, find special leaves and see if they can make tea."
This was true decadence.
Drinking wine, savoring tea—such small comforts complete one’s days.
"What’s missing is a little trumpet; once I settle down again, I’ll bring the trumpet over." Fu Qingjun resud wandering the dark forest, seeking ingredients amid danger.
Ti zipped by, cultivation sees no years.
Four years later.
A girl plucked a recruitnt notice and strode boldly into the restaurant.
Soon, she was taken to the kitchen for an interview, led by Chen Weizhu.
In the girl’s feigned calm, she flawlessly nailed the trial.
"Wow, not bad, not bad, my standards are absurdly strict; I’ve eliminated thousands. Are you from our sect? Soone with such advanced alchemy techniques in the sect shouldn’t escape my notice." Chen Weizhu remarked with surprise.
Alchemy and cooking divine dishes follow the sa principles.
Her bold culinary skills showed clearly strong alchemical prowess.
Even her deft skills seem faintly mirroring mine.
"Dear sister, have I been accepted?" she asked.
After all, I’ve learned my alchemy from you.
"You have." Chen Weizhu paused, "Your na?"
"Chen Nianzi."
She blinked, "Sister, call Little Nian for closeness."
This worldly na seemingly resurrected long-buried mories.
It’s also the na you gave ,
After all, no Prince’s Mansion would na a servant like , not even allowing the surna of my father—I was originally called Little Shit.
"It’s surprising we share a surna. Well then, Little Nian, I’ll call you that, follow ." She led her to the kitchen, advancing the culinary exploration.
However, very soon, Celestial Venerable Wen Ce witnessed an unimaginable sight: a bunch of bizarre and frightening ingredients.
What is this???
Impossible!!!
She got goosebumps all over her body!!
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