Who gave this heretical practitioner permission to cook?

Chapter 90: Class? Even a dog wouldn't go! Taking advantage of variety shows is the right approach (Eighth Update)
"No, these two are just like each other, aren't they!"

Xia Ming took a deep breath.

Originally, I thought that if I came back early, I could see the master craftsman of high-quality replicas sooner. I never expected that I, a master craftsman of high-quality replicas, would suddenly become a rich woman.

"Aren't you afraid of getting your kidneys cut off by overseas demons when you go abroad?"

You can complain as you please, but he's gone, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Xia Ming reached out and took the envelope, looking at the contents left by his father, Xia Minhui, one by one.

This trip will be quite long; I plan to see all sorts of things. Don't worry, your old man is very smart and won't be fooled.

The three keys on the table belong to the grocery store's roller shutter door, the small warehouse, and a shop in the west section of the vegetable market. If you want to stay home, you can take them.

If you're unwilling, find someone to help me clear out the stock in the grocery store and warehouse, then send me some money. I'll use it to buy some gifts for the rich woman.

By the way, I saw your performance on that variety show while scrolling through Douyin.

"Very good. I didn't expect you to have such skills. I can't teach you, your father, but I asked a rich woman to get me a spot in a private tutoring class run by a culinary master."

[It's definitely one of the top schools in the country, and the tuition is incredibly expensive every year!]

I heard he has many talented chefs there, all around your age. I imagine you two would have a lot in common.

The exact address is in the envelope. If you want to go, just open it and call the number on it. Someone will guide you there.

By the way, I heard it's in the mountains, so remember to bring extra clothes.

Xia Ming remained silent for a moment after looking at the words left on the sticky note.

Then I tore it off and put it in my bag.

Then, he raised an eyebrow at the keys and envelope on the table.

"Private tutoring? Isn't that just taking a class? Anyone around my age is a newbie. I don't know where this old man learned those comic book scenes from."

As he spoke, Xia Ming shook his head, picked up the envelope, and threw it into the trash can next to him.

Compared to attending some random "private tutoring class," Xia Ming felt it was more practical to find a place to break through his limitations.

Xia Ming shoved the keys into his pocket and stretched.

"Go check on the 'small warehouse' and the 'market stall' tomorrow. If there's nothing to say, find someone to clear out all the stock."

"Then transfer the money, and then think about how to get a little more blood."

He actually quite likes the atmosphere in China. People are mostly friendly and amicable when walking on the street, and when you go to a store to buy things, they are generally greeted with smiles.

Even if it's just a few dollars, the shop owner won't be unhappy.
Unlike the Nine Provinces Continent, where carrying over a million spirit stones around would make you a sitting duck if you lack real strength.

But following the rules also has its downsides.
Xia Ming had originally planned to work as a butcher for two months. Although he had some surplus food, he couldn't just sit around and do nothing.

When a butcher sells meat to others, the blood and offal can be left behind on their own, killing two birds with one stone.
Unexpectedly, things are very orderly here. There are explicit regulations prohibiting private slaughtering, and butchers have to get their produce from slaughterhouses!
Slaughterhouses also have regulations for the processing of pig blood. Basically, as soon as the pig is slaughtered, it is processed into blood tofu.

Unless the supply agreement is made with the slaughterhouse from the beginning, fresh pig blood will not be kept at all.

After understanding this, Xia Ming finally realized why the assistant director always looked utterly hopeless whenever he asked for animal blood.

"It's not that he's making excuses; getting fresh blood into this place is quite a challenge."

Pig's blood and duck's blood are mostly products of industrial processes. Goose blood and chicken blood are less common, and most of them are obtained by buying a whole animal and slaughtering it yourself.

Nobody wants fish blood, but that amount might be enough to feed mosquitoes.
Unless it's a large shark like those in the ocean, it's not enough for him to cause trouble.

"Aren't there any large, free animals that weigh over 100 or even 200 pounds, with a robust physique and excellent blood quality?"

"You don't need to handle it, just bring it over alive."

"Now that I think about it, the production team was really convenient; they gave me whatever I wanted."

Thinking about how troublesome it was to even get some blood, Xia Ming suddenly missed the production team of "One Meal to Fame." Freebies, efficient, and the blood was fresh—he should have gotten more before leaving.
"Forget it, I'll call the slaughterhouse later. The program team sold me pig blood for less than 2 yuan per kilogram. If I spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy pig blood, it should last me a little while."

After making the arrangements, Xia Ming returned to his bedroom and found that his father hadn't even rolled up his bedding before leaving. So he decided to try to break through the Blood Gate on the spot.
On the plane

Xia Yitian laughed as he watched Xia Ming's actions on the surveillance camera.

"This kid's got some guts. He threw the envelope away without even opening it. Does he hate going to class that much?"

"When you're young and full of energy, going to class is so much fun! You're surrounded by female classmates, learning to cook and sing—it's so enjoyable!"

"hiss!"

As Xia Yitian gasped, a twisted bruise appeared on his leg.

Wen Zhixia silently withdrew her hand, looked at Xia Yitian who was grimacing beside her, and slowly spoke.

"Since Xia Ming doesn't want to go, you should tell your senior brother so he won't have to wait."

"It doesn't matter. He didn't even go. He'll understand on his own."

As he spoke, Xia Yitian took out his phone and glanced at the time.

"I still have two hours before I get off the plane, I'll take a nap first."

Wen Zhixia raised an eyebrow slightly.

"By the way, our destination is clearly starting from the United States, so why are we going around to Canada first?"

At this moment, Xia Yitian, dressed casually and with his hair and beard shaved clean, regaining his handsome and neat appearance, put on an eye mask and spoke.

"I left some of my old gear with a friend back then; you have to bring your equipment when you travel!"

"Then why don't you let me send someone to pick it up directly? That way we won't have to make a trip."

Xia Yitian remained silent for a moment upon hearing this.

"My friend is not easy to talk to. If I don't go in person, I think there will be big problems."

Wen Zhixia raised an eyebrow, realizing that something was wrong.

"Did you really leave it with him?"

Xia Yitian chuckled.

"I entrusted him with storing my belongings, and he paid me a storage fee. That seems reasonable, right?"

"???"

Ignore Xia Yitian, who has embarked on his culinary journey again.

Even after Xia Ming exhausted the blood souls he had obtained from the program, his left eye still hadn't broken through.

"In the city, a pig can be slaughtered in just a few months. It's too young, and its only advantage is its cheap price. Otherwise, I would never have even glanced at it when I was cultivating."

"A complete waste of space"

After taking a shower, Xia Ming dried his hair and went to bed. He had already found the phone numbers of two local slaughterhouses and planned to visit them in person tomorrow. If things went well, he would probably buy some pig blood.

However, he felt that this couldn't go on forever.

"If only there were a 'Man vs. Wild' show crew who saw my performance on 'One Meal to Fame' and called me!"

"Ideally, it should be overseas; there are too many regulations in China."

Of course, he was just thinking about it. Although the "One Meal to Fame" program had a large investment and a relatively formal competition system, his championship was not really considered to have much value by outsiders.

To succeed in profiting from variety shows, you either need to find a business genius willing to meticulously package you, or you can only hope for a powerful patron.
(End of this chapter)