Chapter 936: Chapter 935: Out of Control (Part 2)
In the morning in Jingguan City, there were many eyes watching the New Juxia Building about to undergo its second day of trial operations, aside from the diners.
In a hotel in the bustling district, a woman wearing only a towel stands in front of a sunlit floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the intertwining traffic below.
Lin Qingfeng didn’t sleep well last night, with heavy black marks under her eyes. After cleaning her face, she looked even more haggard.
“Knock knock!”
Chen Yang was at the door but didn’t co in, just knocked and glanced at the phone on the bed, “He hasn’t sent a ssage or called yet…”
After hesitating several tis, Chen Yang swallowed the second half of his sentence.
Lin Qingfeng spoke without turning her head, “Yang, are you trying to tell your mother that if we couldn’t wait last night, we might never wait again?”
“Shall we go again?” Chen Yang probed.
The woman closed her eyes and then opened them, her gaze was absolutely calm, with a hint of indifference.
“No need.”
Lin Qingfeng squinted slightly and snorted, “Since he didn’t accept our goodwill, let’s acknowledge the reality of losing a reliable teammate. What a pity. I pity that young man, clearly able to perfectly handle so many Fantasy Ingredients, yet he’s stalled, refusing to advance on the path of Food Dominator.”
“What did he take my Lin Qingfeng’s business card for?” The woman chuckled twice, “So many young people in the culinary world, waiting for such an opportunity. He discards it like an old shoe!”
“Without my guidance and help, even if he luckily enhances his culinary cell intensity to Stage A and becos a Food Dominator Lin Chef… but what about the next Stage S?”
Upon hearing this, Chen Yang fell silent.
The ‘Food Dominator’ system erged in recent decades, maturing over ti, yet throughout its developnt, even if the IGO culinary organization, culinary associations, and the tiny Food Dominator establishnts were integrated into one lineage, how many nad Food Tyrant Dragon Chefs are among them?
Food Tyrant Dragon Chefs are rare, each one is like a national treasure – a panda.
For example, the culinary association has so-called ‘Eight Lin Giants’ as faction leaders rather than Dragon Giants.
Also, IGO’s three Sages can jointly rival the Heavenly King. Not rely culinary duels, but also conflicts on the level of force.
When talking about the ‘Heavenly King’ level, excluding the one who created this system and left the mysterious culinary god in Denmark with the IGO culinary institution, the current leader of the culinary association reigning in the United States is the second to reach such a position… the second person in history!
Thus, among the global Four Kings, only one bears the Food Dominator mark.
But is the Food Dominator lineage really unable to hold its head high?
Quite the opposite.
The Neon Island Country, which is relatively closed and defensive, still faces the threat of being consud by the culinary association, what about countries far weaker than Neon? They have likely been devoured with hardly anything left.
“Guidance to becoming a Dragon Chef!” Chen Yang’s heart tightened.
“Mother, I…”
His eyes exuded intense longing.
Lin Qingfeng shook her head, knowing what her son desired, but Chen Yang’s culinary skills were currently at the pinnacle of Special Chef level, his culinary cell intensity was at Stage B, and in the bottleneck phase towards evolving to Stage A, but it is precisely this bottleneck that stops most Food Tyrant Chefs.
“Yang, I’ve done my best to arrange manpower to search for new ingredients that match your cells,” Lin Qingfeng said.
Chen Yang clenched his fists unwillingly.
Matching cells?
Yes, for all Food Tyrant Chefs seeking to improve themselves, this is an essential condition.
The so-called “matching” can simply be understood as resonance.
Only resonant ingredients can be perfectly controlled and cooked into food by a Food Tyrant Lin Chef, consud, slowly transforming into the digestive organs’ “Food Dominator’s Stomach,” thus gaining cell power…
Then cos the problem.
What happens if non-resonant ingredients are consud haphazardly? Lin Qingfeng thought of the indifferent Demon King Xia and maliciously thought, “Do you really not need guidance? Ha, with your own strength alone, how many resonant ingredients can you find? Do you know how many Food Tyrant Chefs spend a lifeti just to find two Forbidden Ingredients that match themselves and break through to Qilin?”
“Facing a formidable enemy, if you hotheadedly think forbidden ingredients can enhance cell power through gluttony, then you are gravely mistaken!”
Lin Qingfeng slightly curved her lips, releasing a balloon bursting sound effect.
“Bang!”
“It will explode!”
…
Sen Tian Makoto found the courtyard Zhu Qing pointed out.
The place wasn’t hard to find; the courtyard consisted of six large houses, naturally the practicing kitchens Zhu Qing ntioned.
One of the houses had so movent, as the girl’s right foot had just stepped up the doorstep, her nose keenly picked up the fragrant aroma of oil. Walking two more steps forward, the sizzling sound of frying reached her ears.
Sen Tian Makoto’s heartbeats matched the boiling hot oil.
Without hesitation, she reached out to knock on the door.
The sound of the oil seed to weaken slightly, and about ten seconds later, a voice suppressing sothing faintly said: “Co in—”
The door wasn’t locked. The girl tried pushing it open; sure enough, it cracked inward. Inside, the setup was simple, at first glance just a stove and a table, and the youth she longed for was at the stove, focusing intensely, in a state of high concentration on cooking.
Sen Tian Makoto opened her mouth to speak, but the boy spoke first:
“Sit down for a mont and wait for .”
“Oh.”
The girl seriously doubted if the boy even looked to see who arrived; her words turned into a soft, low “Oh,” and she sat at the chair by the dining table. After a while, she rested her chin in her hands, her bright eyes filled with a single person’s shadow.
Xia Yu didn’t glance much at the visitor; he was fully absorbed in cooking the classic dish called “The Big Fish.”
The improved version of the Golden Snacks indeed exceeded “The Big Fish” in recipe level, but from a Food Tyrant Chef’s perspective, these two recipes pointed towards perfection, having no differentiation in terms of “function.”
You must know, the closer to perfection, the more nutrients available for the Food Dominator’s Stomach to absorb.
Previously, consuming improved snacks one after another raised the culinary cell enhancent progress to 98.3%. At this critical point near the peak, no man would possibly stop, would he?
This could be seen as going back to pick the forgotten harvest.
“The Big Fish,” “Imitation of Xuanjing,” and the unnad improved Golden Snacks recipe, each pushed the use of golden forbidden ingredients to the limit, didn’t they?
He started with the Golden Snacks.
Then, between “The Big Fish” and “Imitation of Xuanjing,” Xia Yu chose “The Big Fish” first.
His mind was occupied by a yearning for accelerated progress, coupled with the awake Food Dominator’s Stomach constantly growling in protest, Xia Yu wasn’t a saint; being unclear-headed is inevitable.
He overlooked a Food Tyrant’s common sense leading to misfortune.
“The last ingredient, fernted soybeans!” After putting several herbs into the dicinal cooking pot, Xia Yu closed the lid.
While waiting, Xia Yu still didn’t look at the girl sitting behind with her chin resting, communicating with the system, he entered the test space, “System, start detection. Let’s see how much I’ve improved!” He was eager with anticipation.
An hour and a half passed.
In this kitchen, more and more people gathered. Sen Tian Makoto saw everyone from the Far Moon Team present, a tiny figure in her heart couldn’t help facepalming, sighing silently for the training-crazy youth and herself, “Why is Yu always like this… Actually, just now I could have said sothing to Yu; he would have definitely heard and noticed, so why didn’t I?”
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