Master Fan’s domineering challenge undoubtedly pulled him back into the ga.
Now, all the pressure had returned to Master Sun’s side, and everyone’s gaze, even that of the Star Network, had converged on him.
At this mont, Master Sun felt conflicted inside.
Because back then, Little Fan’s talent was truly remarkable, as if he could rember the flavor of every single ingredient, and could compose a sophisticated dish in his mind.
And it was because he had discovered the terrifying extent of his talent that he felt an increasing threat over ti, starting to suppress and ostracize him, even framing him and driving him out of the circle.
He just never expected that there would co a day when he returned.
However, Master Sun thought, how could the once destitute and escaped Little Fan compete with him?
Although he wasn’t the genius that Little Fan was, he was still skilled in the art of cooking.
And besides, if he didn’t compete, wouldn’t it look like he was admitting to a guilty conscience? But if he did compete...
"You’ve got your sches all figured out, but what makes you think you’re worthy of competing with ?" Master Sun still did not imdiately agree, and his words were not without reason.
Master Fan shrugged his shoulders, unconcernedly saying, "No matter, if you want to compete I’ll oblige you, but if not, please leave my shop. I still have business to attend to."
Master Fan didn’t choose to be aggressively confrontational, but instead, this approach attracted him plenty of support.
Master Sun across from him didn’t expect Master Fan to respond this way. Could it be a strategic retreat?
While Master Sun concocted his conspiracy theories, Master Fan and Lian Qing had already continued serving food to everyone with calm deanor.
"I’m just soone who enjoys cooking, if you like the taste of what I make, then stay and enjoy; if not, feel free to leave. I certainly won’t force you to stay." As he served the dishes, Master Fan calmly spoke these words, and even looked up at Master Sun, saying, "Your so-called chef qualification, what is its use to soone who doesn’t care about reputation?"
What use is it, really?
In fact, it truly had no use.
Their talk of driving soone out of the industry was rely marking a person to be ostracized by them all – but what could they do when this person didn’t walk within their circles anymore? Nothing.
Just expulsion by a civilian organization, without any legal binding, any targeting becos useless in the face of soone who just doesn’t care.
Master Fan’s long-suppressed gloomy mood dissipated in that mont.
It turned out that when he no longer cared about these things, it was truly a feeling of vastness and clarity, with clear skies and fresh breezes.
The dust in his heart no longer existed; he had rediscovered his initial purpose of cooking – he was just soone who liked to cook.
"Boss, I want to make a dish for everyone."
"Go for it."
Nian Shutong watched as Master Fan, looking as if he had a sudden realization in the Cultivation World, imdiately stepped forward to take over spooning food to patrons, donning a mask and beginning to serve dishes.
Now, Master Fan produced a big iron wok, prepared eggs, white rice, and so oil – just three ingredients.
He stood in front of the large pot, took a deep breath, and slowly lit the fla beneath.
He added oil, and began to make fried rice.
Although it was a simple dish of fried rice, Master Fan’s movents were a pleasure to watch, smooth and full, without a single superfluous motion, everything was directed towards making this pot of egg fried rice.
At first, everyone could sll the fragrance of the oil and eggs of the fried rice.
But after a while, all the aromas seed to vanish in the blink of an eye, all converging within that serving of egg fried rice, waiting for patrons to arrive and taste.
A pot of golden-yellow fried rice sat quietly, scentless and restrained within a large pot.
Nian Shutong’s movents in serving the food never stopped, but she saw much more.
Since ancient tis, there have been all kinds of people entering the path of cultivation, and Master Fan was one of them.
Having absorbed a Crystal Stone, Master Fan, who had only just grasped the basics, suddenly experienced an epiphany today, catapulting him to an entirely new realm.
Nian Shutong clearly saw a faint Spiritual Energy gathering around Master Fan; it wasn’t the aura of interstellar cultivation but the Spiritual Energy unique to the Cultivation World.
However, Master Fan’s body was not suitable for cultivation, but this alternative path would undoubtedly elevate his culinary skills to an unattainable level.
At that mont, Nian Shutong felt a bit greedy.
"Co on, everyone help yourselves."
"Lian Qing, put down the spoon, let everyone help themselves."
Nian Shutong not only shooed away Lian Qing but also called out to Lin Mu, who was busy handling ingredients at the back: "Lin Mu, co quickly!"
Lin Mu knew Nian Shutong well; she imdiately took off her gloves and apron, washed her hands quickly, and the three of them stood together.
"Master Fan, give each of us a big bowl."
At Nian Shutong’s words, Master Fan imdiately stretched his lips into a broad smile and cheerfully agreed, "Alright!"
Master Fan generously filled three small basins with the fried rice, causing half of the rice in the pot to disappear in a flash.
Nian Shutong didn’t care about that; she grabbed her basin, followed by Lin Mu and Lian Qing, and all three simultaneously took their first bite.
Lin Mu: I’m done for! I can never leave Master Fan after this.
Lian Qing: If I can’t beco his apprentice, I’ll just stay and work on Blue Star.
Nian Shutong: We might have lost Xiao He, but we can’t lose Master Fan.
That bite convinced the trio that all the rice they had eaten before was in vain—there was simply no comparison.
None of them had ti to pause for comnts; their stomachs and taste buds were clamoring, enticing them to take another bite, and another.
It wasn’t until their small basins of rice had not a single grain left that all three still felt unsatisfied, their gazes uniformly fixated on the remaining half pot of rice.
Master Fan knew the three of them best and laughed heartily: "Co, let serve you more rice, and I’ll cook so more for you after you’re finished."
All three of them reached out in unison, holding basins even cleaner than after being washed.
The people around them didn’t know whether these folks genuinely loved the food or were just acting.
But aren’t you all in league with each other? Isn’t this act a bit too much?
That’s what most people thought, even Master Sun was no different, his sneering continuing as he said, "Isn’t this performance a bit over the top?"
"Who’s acting?"
At that mont, several other judges ca from behind, drawn by the increasing crowd. Originally, Master Sun had gone to address the issue, but he hadn’t returned after quite so ti, making the other judges restless, so they ca to have a look as well.
One of the judges walked around the edge, strolling by himself while the others stood next to Master Sun, getting briefed on what had happened.
The judge who was strolling around the edge glanced at the pot of fried rice Master Fan had, but he was puzzled by the complete absence of aroma. If not for the three people beside him eating with such relish, he would have thought it was fake.
"Scoop so for to try."
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