Who gave this heretical practitioner permission to cook?

Chapter 91: The Mysterious Shop Selling Pig's Blood. Interested in a lifestyle variety show? (Ninth update!)

Half a month later
"Sichuan-Chongqing alleyway vegetable market"

Xia Ming lay leisurely in his shop, enjoying the air conditioning. In the freezer at the shop entrance, there was a light red pig's blood.

At this moment, counting the boxes, only about 10 remain.
"Judging by the time, it should be almost here~"

As he yawned, Xia Ming heard a bell ring, and then he shook his head slightly.

"Won't you get tired of the same flavor every day, like lime?"

As Xia Ming finished speaking, a nimble young woman in her early twenties popped her head out from the side.

"No, Brother Xia, I actually think it smells quite nice~"

Xia Ming nodded without replying, then pointed to the freezer in front of him.

"15 boxes, I saved them especially for you. Take them and go back quickly so I can pack up my stall."

The girl thanked him and, not minding Xia Ming's lazy attitude, put down her backpack, took out the pig's blood from the freezer one by one, packed it up, and then scanned the code to pay.

Seeing this, Xia Ming got up to pack up his stall, but the girl handed him a pastry.

"Brother Xia, this is my new recipe. Why don't you try it and see if you like it?"

Xia Ming glanced at the pastries, then at the girl's warm, smiling face, and sighed inwardly.

"Okay, you can leave it here. I'll try it when I have time."

"Okay, Xia-ge, see you tomorrow~"

After saying that, the girl turned and left. Watching her back, Xia Ming couldn't help but recall what had happened half a month ago.

At that time, he had just obtained a batch of blood from the slaughterhouse. The quality of the blood was mediocre, but the quantity was considerable, and he originally planned to consume it all.

However, it was later discovered that absorbing this blood without spiritual energy was like climbing stairs.
The more you try to extract every last drop, the longer it takes. One or two bags is manageable, but half a ton or a ton becomes a bit of a hassle.

Absorbing half of the material offers the best cost-effectiveness in terms of price and time, but the problem is that it will generate a lot of waste.

The blood from which Xia Ming had absorbed half of his soul essence could not coagulate naturally.
Xia Ming felt it was a shame to let it go, so he spent a few days researching and then launched a unique blood tofu.

This blood tofu is different from ordinary pig's blood. It has a light red color and looks like it has too many additives.

But actually, the taste is much better than ordinary pig's blood. Although the bloody smell is reduced, its crispness and tenderness are improved.

It just so happened that his father had left him a shop in the market, and since he didn't have anything to sell anyway, he said he would bring pig's blood to set up a stall.

Of course, as a demonic cultivator who is "legal" on the surface, he must have obtained a "food business license" before he started selling goods.

Unexpectedly, he was reported on the very first day the pig's blood was displayed.
The reason for the complaint is "the product uses excessive additives, deceiving the elderly and children."
Xia Ming admitted that selling a box of pig's blood for 18 yuan was indeed not cheap, but it didn't warrant fraud.
After all, it was a matter of mutual consent; I didn't force you to buy it.
Unexpectedly, because of the color issue, he was reported by a small-time internet celebrity who wanted to use Xia Ming to become famous.

When the food inspectors arrived, they were puzzled to find that Xia Ming's "Food Business License" was newly issued.

After all, they had rarely seen cases where someone got their certificate one day and was reported the next.
However, the product Xia Ming was selling was indeed quite unique, and the food inspection team couldn't make a judgment for the time being. But according to the principle of evidence, if it cannot be determined that there is a problem with the product Xia Ming was selling, then the online celebrity needs to provide evidence.

The minor internet celebrity naturally couldn't give any examples, but he insisted that Xia Ming himself dared not eat it.

Xia Ming was amused. What was there to be afraid of eating? Not only did he dare to eat it, but he also dared to let the passersby who were watching the spectacle eat it.

Although arguing with this minor internet celebrity was a waste of time, in order to ensure the normal sale of pig's blood in the future, he borrowed a wok from a nearby shop and made a "spicy stir-fried pig's blood" dish on the spot.

The specially prepared stir-fried pig's blood created an irresistible aroma that filled the market, even making the food inspectors hungry.

Xia Ming generously invited them to try the food, but they declined due to practical reasons. They could only watch as passersby were attracted by Xia Ming and then sampled the food for free on the spot. The unique taste quickly won everyone's approval, and Xia Ming himself ate non-stop.

"If you still want to report me after this, then I'll sue you for defamation!"

"Of course, you can also pay the food inspection department to send my special pig's blood for testing. If there are any problems, I'll compensate you three times the amount!"

These online celebrities are just jumping on the bandwagon of food safety and spouting empty rhetoric. They haven't even monetized their content from the platform yet, so how could they possibly actually pay to have their food tested?

So they could only slink away.
However, Xia Ming remembered the guy's face. If they met again next time, he would definitely make him suffer.

Because of this commotion, everyone gained some impression of Xia Ming's pig's blood. Of course, ordinary households don't consume much of this stuff; they usually just buy one box to try it out.

But it just so happened that a large restaurant next door came out to make purchases that day, and Chef Fang from the kitchen praised the food highly after eating it.

He immediately bought a few boxes to try using this improved version of Mao Xue Wang (a spicy Sichuan dish), and the results were quite good. So he thought about cooperating with Xia Ming to supply the restaurant every day.

Xia Ming didn't mind, but he was unwilling to deliver the goods himself.

Master Fang was worried about his other clumsy apprentices, so he asked his daughter, Fang Xiao, to come and pick up the desserts for him every day before going to the dessert shop.

So, over time, the two became acquainted.

Fang Xiao is a certified "Level 2" pastry chef, but the shop mainly sells Western-style pastries.

I've been trying to combine Chinese pastry techniques with Western pastry techniques, but the results have been so-so.

At that moment, Xia Ming picked up the box she had put down, opened it, sniffed it, frowned, and then cautiously took a bite, immediately uttering a painful gesture.
From a creative standpoint, Fang Xiao is indeed quite good, considering using the Chinese "glutinous rice ball" technique to replace the "fingers" in Western tiramisu.

Theoretically, it is possible to perfectly combine the two, but her basic skills are somewhat lacking, and she relies on self-study for the Western cuisine part, so she has not grasped the essence of either.

Silently, Xia Ming put the snacks into the trash can, rinsed his mouth with water, then narrowed his left eye slightly, turned around and kicked.

As he stepped down, a "Sichuan-Chongqing twin-tailed" cockroach died on the spot. Not giving up, he searched around and quickly found several cockroach hideouts.

"You've really hidden yourself well. If I hadn't activated my Blood Eyes, it would have taken me a lot of effort to find you."

That's right. After half a month and using up a lot of pig's blood, Xia Ming finally opened up the blood gate in his left eye yesterday.

At this moment, he only needs to activate his left eye to see the "vitality" inherent in living beings.

According to the explanation from the Nine Provinces Continent, each living being has different energy levels, and the level of this energy can be used to judge the cultivation status of a living being.

In a city, it would be like an infrared scanner, except that the value it judges changes from temperature to the state of life.

For example, fresh tomatoes and rotten tomatoes appear differently in bloodshot eyes.

This can also roughly determine a person's remaining lifespan, but this is only the second blood gate, and its function is still relatively basic. It will be more accurate if it is enhanced later.

"Moreover, a person's lifespan is not entirely determined by vitality. It's okay for elderly people who are nearing the end of their lives, but it's a bit difficult for ordinary people."

"Even if you have maximum 'vitality,' you can't withstand unexpected events!"

Xia Ming hadn't expected that the cultivation-inherent demonic skill would appear after the second blood gate opened.
Even now, the vast majority of this skill's functions are used to determine the freshness of ingredients and to eliminate certain creatures.
But he still thought it was pretty good. After all, it didn't consume much energy.
For Xia Ming, whose blood soul reserves are currently low, this is quite practical.

Just as he locked the roller shutter door, his phone suddenly vibrated. He took it out and saw that it was a message from Nicholas Tse.

"I happen to be participating in a lifestyle variety show, and there's a segment that needs a rather unique chef. It should only take two or three days. Are you interested?"

(End of this chapter)