Wanchun Courtyard was bursting with vibrant spring energy, but that all came to a halt with the arrival of Ice Chunk, who ended this smoke-less competition. Even a certain little junior sister from the He Huan Sect felt the weight of her fabric increase significantly.
Preparations for the grand event were going smoothly and in an orderly manner.
Ying Bing sipped tea in the hall before rising and heading to the kitchen, like a sliver of moonlight breaking through the mundane world.
The flowers breathed a sigh of relief; her presence was far too oppressive.
It wasn’t just her aura and looks—it was because she was your wealthy benefactor’s mama, a real killer combo.
“Did Tu Yan just go overboard? Isn’t she getting angry?”
“Is this how the Cold Fairy behaves? No wonder she can be so popular.”
“She’s not just talking; she actually intends to cook for us. She seems pretty nice.”
Li Mo: “…..”
Do you guys genuinely not see the danger sign hovering over your heads? It’s practically a glowing red alert!
With a sigh, he stood up and followed her into the kitchen.
…
Meanwhile, in the neighboring Wind Moon Small Residence.
As the sky darkened, many guests came and went. Ever since it transformed into a foot-washing city, it gained a reputation, attracting more and more nobility looking to experience a foot massage.
Some guests in the private room were relaxing, occasionally making delightful sounds of enjoyment.
The technicians were baffled, unable to tell whether the guests were male or female.
“Here, take this; the extra is a tip.”
A robust middle-aged man handed over a silver coin.
“Then I won’t disturb the guests any longer.”
Hua Nongying reached out to accept it, only to feel a vague finger brush against her hand.
She frowned, unsure whether it was intentional or not, as she stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her.
“The charm of the Fourth of the Hundred Flowers really is like shutting the moon and hiding the flowers. If only I could wear her face…”
The robust middle-aged man inhaled the lingering fragrance on his fingers, his face turning slightly red.
A mix of pure and impure energies enveloped him, making his middle-aged appearance blur.
“We have our agenda; don’t go causing extra trouble.”
The one who spoke was the hall master of the Xueliantang, who didn’t like the man’s demeanor; he snorted, “A proper courtesan willingly here? That’s quite extraordinary; be careful not to invite disaster.”
“I have everything in hand.”
The robust man regained his composure, his facial ripples settling: “I’ve already sent someone into Wanchun Courtyard, following right beside the women of the Hundred Flowers List. There’s no way it can go wrong.”
“As long as we don’t mess up, no one will find a flaw.”
Hearing this, the hall master of Xueliantang felt relieved.
The art of Yin Yang Hall was to ensure a steady mindset; as long as emotions didn’t fluctuate too much and there were no spiritual vulnerabilities, there would be no traces to follow externally.
With this method, Yin Yang Hall had rapidly grown in recent years, frequently succeeding.
…
In the Wanchun Courtyard kitchen.
“Ice Chunk, what are you cooking?” Li Mo stared at a large pot of unidentifiable mess, lost in deep thought.
“Spicy Fish Scales,” Ying Bing replied flatly, her black hair tied back.
“And what’s this dish behind it?”
Li Mo felt a sense of familiarity creeping up.
“Brown Sugar Fat Intestines.”
“Brown sugar? Where’s the brown sugar?”
Li Mo looked at the frozen, skewer-abused, frost-covered pig intestines and finally understood Ice Chunk’s intentions.
But really, isn’t it more fitting to call this dish Fat Intestine Popsicle?
Though Chef Li found it hard to imagine how those two phrases might ever be uttered together.
“Is it not made well?”
“In a sense, Ice Chunk, you really are a genius.”
Li Mo didn’t want to crush her confidence.
Even if her progress seemed to be in reverse.
“Then… should I taste it?”
Ying Bing picked up a piece of fish scale.
Ke Mo: “……”
The onlookers, previously gathering around to watch the cook, scattered like birds, rushing around frantically, though they had no idea what they were busy with.
With the Cold Fairy herself in the kitchen, they had originally thought that even if the dish turned out bad, just having a taste would be a great blessing.
But upon seeing the finished product, their vision darkened, as if exploding in their heads.
Eat?
Taking a bite of that would surely shatter any culinary aspirations!
“Is Young Hero Ke really going to try it?”
“I never understood before, but now I finally see how strong the heart of the number one dragon in hiding must be.”
“…..”
“How’s it going?”
Ying Bing opened her arms, waiting for Ke Mo to untie her apron.
Ke Mo, dazed, finally got his expression under control, muttering, “There’s still one thing to improve.”
“What is it?”
“Add some medicinal herbs in there. I can handle it, but I’m afraid others can’t.”
The Black Evil Oil Spicy Fish Scales and the Taiyin Power Fat Intestine Popsicle—who but the strongest can survive that?
However, crises often come with opportunities, and Ke Mo thought, why not invest?
If he could sprinkle some fundamental medicinal herbs into the dark cooking, it could neutralize hundreds of poisons!
So he took out a few bottles of Six Pattern Medicinal Pills and ground them into powder with Ice Chunk, adding one bottle to each dish.
The cooks leaned back slightly.
Afraid of causing issues, they added such precious medicinal herbs to the mixture.
You folks are quite brave, aren’t you?
But doesn’t it look a bit like whipping someone while simultaneously disinfecting them with iodine?
…
On the other side.
The Yin Yang Hall master and the Xueliantang hall master were enjoying tea and listening to soothing music, savoring the cozy feeling after a massage while waiting for good news from their subordinates.
But not long after, a figure burst into the private room in a panic.
“Hmm? Why are you back by yourself? How did it go over there?”
“I failed my mission.”
The person’s face was pale, their energy of pure and impure qi leaking uncontrollably, revealing their original appearance—a young man who had transformed from maid to boy in an instant.
“Did you… get exposed?”
The hall master of Xueliantang instantly grew wary.
Looking at his subordinate’s state, a person from a demonic sect, had experienced all sorts of trials, yet this fear felt unreasonable.
“That’s not it.”
“Hmph, then how did you fail?”
“The food at Wanchun Courtyard is genuinely lethal.”
Just recalling it made the subordinate’s stomach churn.
“How bad can the food be? We demonic sect people are tough on ourselves, and if necessary, we’ll eat dog poop without blinking! What kind of excuse is that?”
The hall master of Yin Yang couldn’t accept such reasoning.
“I secretly packed some leftovers for your esteemed selves.”
The subordinate had prepared in advance.
He pulled out a few unidentifiable dishes, causing silence to fill the air.
“So, you see, we must persist in the spirit of not fearing hardship…”
The hall master of Yin Yang scolded his subordinate while silently sweeping the dishes to the floor.
