Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 392 Liu Erlong, huffing and puffing

However, Dai Chengfeng's reaction to Liu Erlong's mocking expression was beyond her expectations.

He showed no embarrassment, no panic, not even a furrowed brow, his expression utterly composed. "Liu Erlong, you should worry about what you'll do if you lose."

As he spoke, a slight flash of soul power appeared at Dai Chengfeng's fingertips.

The next moment, several bottles and jars of different sizes and materials appeared in Dai Chengfeng's hands.

"Gah..."

Liu Erlong choked, his smile instantly freezing on his face as his gaze was firmly drawn to the bottles.

The first few small bottles looked familiar to Liu Erlong; they contained ground seasoning powders that could be used for various types of roasted meats, a common sight in restaurants.

But Liu Erlong had no idea what was in the remaining bottles.

Thinking about it, she picked up a slender, transparent glass bottle and examined it closely. Inside was a fine powder that emitted a strange and pungent spicy aroma.

It resembles a chili pepper, yet it subtly exudes fluctuations of soul power.

There was also a slightly larger white porcelain bottle, its mouth sealed with wax. When shaken, one could hear a rustling sound of particles colliding inside, and it also had a strange aura.

Although Liu Erlong didn't recognize it, she knew that this was definitely not a seasoning used in everyday cooking.

"You...you carry so many seasonings with you?"

At this moment, Liu Erlong looked at Dai Chengfeng in disbelief, her voice rising with surprise.

"If I don't have the skills, would I dare to take on such a job?" Dai Chengfeng explained casually as he controlled the flames and skillfully sprinkled the seasonings he had taken out, his movements never faltering.

Liu Erlong didn't say anything more. She looked at Dai Chengfeng, who was focused on grilling meat, and was completely surprised and uncertain.

After all, she originally thought that Dai Chengfeng would inevitably embarrass himself by making barbecue, since he didn't even have any seasonings.
But now she realized that Dai Chengfeng's storage ring was incredibly well-equipped!
Moreover, those unfamiliar spices gave her an extremely professional feeling, completely unlike something a novice would prepare.

"Could it be... that Dai Chengfeng really knows how to cook?"

While Liu Erlong was still in shock and doubt, Dai Chengfeng was already looking with satisfaction at the slightly charred, fragrant soul beast leg meat.

With practiced ease, he picked up the whole piece of soul beast meat, placed it on the cutting board, picked up the cleaver, and with a slight tilt of his wrist, swiftly sliced ​​the meat into evenly sized and moderately thick slices.

Each cut lands precisely on the meat tendons without scattering it, clean and efficient.

"what?"

Liu Erlong's eyes widened instantly, and her mouth involuntarily opened slightly.

She stared intently at Dai Chengfeng's hand holding the knife, and she discovered that Dai Chengfeng's skillful movements were in no way inferior to those of someone who cooked regularly!
"The way you cut the meat just now was crisp and clean; that's definitely the kind of skill someone who frequently handles food with a knife would have!"

"Dai Chengfeng, how could he... he can actually cook?!"

Suddenly, a sense of foreboding rose in Liu Erlong's heart.

She recalled the bet she had just made with Dai Chengfeng, and then looked at Dai Chengfeng's confident and fluid cooking movements, and the "high-end seasonings" on the cutting board that she couldn't even name...

The confidence that I was "sure to win" completely vanished.

"Could it be...could it be that I was wrong from the very beginning? This little bastard...was deliberately trying to trick me?!"

Liu Erlong shook her head, her eyes filled with annoyance, as she looked at Dai Chengfeng.

On the other side, Dai Chengfeng ignored Liu Erlong's shock and began to process the sliced ​​meat in an orderly manner.

He made incisions on the surface, sprinkled it with salt he took out of his ring, a little black pepper, and a liquid that looked like wine but was darker in color, plus a little something that Liu Erlong couldn't recognize, something that looked like flour, and carefully mixed it all together to marinate.

Her movements were fluid and graceful, displaying the skill of a master chef. Liu Erlong inhaled the rich aroma of marinated meat and the unique spiciness of the complex dipping sauce that began to permeate the air.

"Liu Erlong, oh Liu Erlong... Dai Chengfeng isn't here to cause trouble at all; he's practically a professional player parachuted into the newbie village!"

Liu Erlong felt that the expression on his face was losing its composure; his smile had long since vanished, leaving only astonishment and a trace of regret.

She had just been certain that Dai Chengfeng would embarrass himself, but now she felt like a fool being roasted over a fire.

At this moment, Dai Chengfeng seemed to notice Liu Erlong's regret, and glanced at her with a smile, the corners of his mouth deepening:
"Liu Erlong, now, who's destined to lose?"

"You bastard!"

Liu Erlong wanted to speak, to refute, but in the end she could only look at Dai Chengfeng, fuming.

After all, it now seems that Dai Chengfeng's bet with her was a trap he deliberately set for her.

But because of her prejudice, she jumped into such a simple trap, which is an insult to her intelligence!

"Ha ha……"

Seeing Liu Erlong's enraged expression, Dai Chengfeng laughed and pressed on: "Liu Erlong."

Dai Chengfeng laid out the increasingly fragrant and tempting slices of marinated meat one by one onto the sizzling hot iron plate, and the wonderful sizzling sound immediately echoed in the kitchen. "Could you please check the heat and... and also prepare a few plates for me?"

"After all, when Tianheng and the others arrive, there needs to be something to hold the fruits of my 'help' so that everyone can have a good taste."

He deliberately emphasized the word "help," with a hint of teasing.

help?

He calls this helping out? He's practically taking over the head chef's position!

And he's ordering me around? He actually started ordering me around?!
A surge of anger welled up again.

When has Liu Erlong ever been treated like a servant like this? Especially on her own turf!

but……

She glanced at the glistening, crispy slices of meat on the hot plate, exuding a deadly allure, and then thought about the bet she had just mentally admitted to losing... If she were to walk away now, wouldn't she appear even more like a sore loser and petty?
She swallowed her anger back down.

A bitter feeling of "reaping what you sowed" welled up in my heart.

She took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all her frustration and awkwardness, and then slowly exhaled. Finally, she turned around abruptly, as if resigned to her fate.

"……knew!"

Liu Erlong's voice was muffled, clearly reluctant, and almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

She walked quickly to the cupboard, and the sound of her opening the door was tinged with a hint of angry frustration.

She slammed the plate down on the counter next to Dai Chengfeng with a clatter, her movements not exactly gentle, but rather tinged with a hint of defiance.

"plate!"

She retorted irritably, but her gaze involuntarily drifted back to the iron plate.

As the piece of grilled meat was flipped, a drop of golden fat landed on the scalding surface, instantly bursting into a small cloud of fragrant white smoke, allowing her to almost imagine the crispy skin, tender meat, and juicy flavor that would fill her mouth.

My throat moved involuntarily again.

(End of this chapter)