The Spirit of Gourmet

Chapter 1: Soul-Eating World
In the morning, it's still dark.

This is the busiest time of the day in the vegetable market, because experienced shoppers know that the vegetables are the freshest at this time.

If you come too late, you will only be able to eat the leftovers from others.

In the vegetable market, vendors stood in front of their stalls, waving their arms vigorously at the customers passing by, and all kinds of hawking sounds came one after another.

"Fresh spinach! Fresh spinach grown right here!"

"Authentic Wuhe chicken! Only 21 pounds!"

"Hey, handsome guy, would you like some pork?"

After hearing the last sentence, a thin young man in the crowd stopped and came over to follow the voice.

There was some messy hair on his forehead, but it couldn't hide his handsome face and bright eyes.

Seeing the young man stop, the pork vendor smiled even more earnestly, "Fresh wild boar pork, fifteen yuan a pound!"

"Buy some and try it. I guarantee you'll be silent after eating it!"

The young man said nothing. He just walked forward silently and casually pressed a piece of pork with his hand. "This meat... is from yesterday?"

The vendor's expression suddenly froze, and his smile became a little unnatural. "Haha, little brother, you really love to joke around. Who in this market doesn't know about our place..."

"Besides, it's not a wild boar, it's just an ordinary feed pig." The boy interrupted the vendor and said firmly, "The meat of a wild boar is firmer and more elastic. You..."

He withdrew his hand with some disgust, looking at the dent he had made on the pork, which hadn't returned to its original shape for a long time. "Obviously not."

"If you don't want to buy, then don't buy. Why say so much?" The vendor's smile faded a little, and he spoke angrily, moving his eyes away from the boy. He was about to solicit other passers-by, but he heard the boy suddenly speak.

"How much is this?"

Ok?
The vendor looked at the ingredients the boy was pointing at.

It was a whole piece of bright red beef, with white fat streaks faintly visible on the cut surface.

"Beef, 31 pounds." The vendor said casually.

This piece of beef was asked by the vendor next door to sell him. The vendor was busy today and not at the stall. Since it was not his business, the vendor's attitude was naturally different.

Thirty-one pounds...

The boy reached out and pressed lightly on the beef, then smelled his hand that had touched the beef, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes.

“I want all of these.”

Weigh and pay.

Carrying a heavy piece of beef, the boy blended into the crowd.

His eyes followed the boy until he was completely out of sight. The vendor snorted in dissatisfaction, "At such a young age, he's actually an expert."

Obviously, he was still upset about the fact that the young man had discovered his true identity.

"Jingle Bell--"

A rapid ringtone rang out, and the vendor picked up his phone and answered, "Hello, Lao Li, what's going on?"

"Have you sold the piece of beef I asked you to help sell?" Lao Li's voice on the other end of the phone was a little hurried.

"Hey, I was just about to tell you that a young man bought all the meat." The vendor shrugged, a hint of sourness in his voice, "Mine hasn't even opened yet, but yours is sold out."

Hearing this, Old Li on the other end of the phone fell silent for a moment.

"Grass!"

"I was in such a hurry this morning that I took the wrong meat."

"The cost price of that piece of beef tenderloin is one hundred and one jin!"

Vendor: “…”

Oh open?

He suddenly stopped being envious.

Completely unaware that he had picked up a great bargain, the boy searched around different stalls and soon walked out of the market with a bag full of vegetables.

He hadn't taken two steps when the phone rang urgently. He found a clean spot and carefully put the food down. Then he slowly picked up the phone in his trouser pocket and answered it.

"Hello, I'm Qin Lang."

The next second, an anxious voice came from the other end of the line, "Qin Lang, you reported Pang Long, and then he kicked you out of the training class?"

"I guess so." Qin Lang said ambiguously.

"It's over. You've offended Pang Long. The Royal Spirit Chef Association will definitely not recognize you!" The voice on the other end sounded somewhat helpless.

"It's not that serious." Qin Lang remained noncommittal. "The Imperial Spirit Chef Association isn't his."

Looking at the cars approaching not far away, Qin Lang spoke a little faster, "Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I'm buying groceries."

"Eh? It's not you..."

"beep--"

After hanging up the phone, Qin Lang picked up the dishes again and moved the car. The moment the car passed by, he suddenly paused.

Through the open car window, he could see a man in his early thirties sitting in the driver's seat, and a creature about the size of a basketball that looked a bit like a transparent rabbit sitting quietly in the passenger seat next to him.

The latter seemed to notice Qin Lang's gaze and glanced at him.

It was not until the car passed by that Qin Lang came back to his senses, with a look of envy and yearning in his eyes.

"Spirit food..."

Even though he had been here for two days, he still hadn't been able to fully adapt to this world that was completely different from his previous life.

This is a brand new world called the Soul-Eating World.

It has many similarities with Earth, but its food is very different from Earth.

None of the dishes Qin Lang was familiar with could be found here.

At the same time, there are extraordinary powers in this world.

It is a being called a gourmet spirit, or simply a food spirit.

It is said that only when a chef with superb cooking skills puts all his efforts into cooking delicious food can the food give birth to a food spirit.

Once a food spirit is born, it will not dissipate. It will automatically sign a contract with the chef who created it and will never be separated from him.

It can not only assist the Royal Spirit Chef in cooking more delicious food, but also control extraordinary powers such as wind, fire, thunder and lightning.

With a food spirit, a chef is no longer an ordinary chef.

He will be given the title of Imperial Spirit Chef and have a higher social status.

This is a strange world, but for Qin Lang, a time traveler, it is the best world.

In his previous life, he was the youngest first-class special chef in China, but he died in an accident after passing the first-class special assessment.

When he came to this world, his cooking skills as a top-class chef and China's 5,000-year-old food culture were his most powerful trump cards.

While thinking, Qin Lang had already returned to the door of his rental house.

As he fumbled for the key and was about to open the door, the door of room 502 next door slowly opened a crack.

An old man with a wrinkled face and gray hair poked his head out from behind the door and looked at Qin Lang, "Xiao Qin is back?"

"Hello, Grandpa Zhao."

Qin Lang stopped and nodded politely to the other party.

The old man in front of him, named Zhao Chuan, is not only his neighbor, but also his landlord. Judging from the time, it seems that it is time to pay the rent.

Thinking of this, Qin Lang guessed the other party's intention and smiled embarrassedly, "Grandpa Zhao, I'm a little short on money recently. Can you extend the rent for a month?"

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