Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted

As they walked, they spoke with great enthusiasm:

"It's been three or four years since Chun-Li went to take the Interpol exam with you, hasn't it? Speaking of which, I heard you've run into some trouble too?"

"Grandpa Yuan!"

Upon seeing Yuan, Chunli smiled and waved in greeting.

Chun-Li's martial arts path and her understanding of martial arts stemmed from her father Tong Ang's family-inherited Qigong Fist on one hand, and from her grandfather Yuan's Assassination Fist on the other.

Yuan nodded in response to Chun-Li's greeting, then turned a playful look to Tong-Ang.

Seeing this, Tong Ang didn't try to hide anything, but simply said:

“An organization called Shadow Luo has been unusually active lately. I wanted to ask if there are any clues.”

"Yingluo?" Upon hearing Tong Ang's question, Yuan stroked his chin and then said thoughtfully:

"I've heard that they've been recruiting powerful fighters lately... but as you know, I've already retired from the business, so it's just hearsay."

"You? You've given up your life of crime?" Upon hearing Yuan's words, Tong Ang shook his head helplessly.

Others may not know, but Tong Ang is quite clear about what the Yuanzai Inner World in front of him truly represents.

It's no exaggeration to say that worldly fame and fortune hold no allure for this living legend. His so-called "retirement" is simply waiting for an opportunity.

Waiting for an ending unrelated to fame and fortune, called 'dead union'.

Thinking this way, Tong Ang was not worried about Yuan's safety.

From the beginning of his career as a police officer, he pursued and investigated many things about Yuan. Although he was initially manipulated by Yuan, the two also formed a subtle friendship in the process.

Especially after discovering that Yuan had killed villains, Tong Ang began to actively befriend him.

Later, after they became friends, Yuan also recognized Chun-Li's talent and even taught her his own unique skills.

Knowing what a master-disciple relationship means to people in the inner fighting world, Tong Ang felt more gratitude towards Yuan.

Tong Ang was well aware of Yuan's strength; at least, in his memory, there were very few people who could rival Yuan.

While I was pondering, suddenly, a familiar yet extremely aggressive aroma wafted from the side.

He hadn't eaten when he set off in the morning, and now it was noon. Although he was not starving because of the martial arts spirit he possessed, Tong Ang still couldn't help but feel his appetite whetted when he smelled the aroma.

Looking in the direction from which the fragrance was coming.

Yuan Chen, whose bangs were a little long and whose face was shrouded in shadows, appearing as black as ink, with a pair of bright and terrifying eyes, and whose appearance and physique far surpassed those of ordinary people, also walked out from the back kitchen.

Carrying several plates covered with lids, Yuan Chen approached the table and distributed them one by one to the seated Xing Shu.

"Due to limited ingredients, today's lunch is fried rice from Yuan Hanting Restaurant! By the way, I don't know how to address you two?"

Yuan Chen turned his gaze to Tong Ang and Chun Li.

Seeing this, Tong Ang laughed and said, "Yuan and I are old friends, just call me Uncle Tong Ang."

“Okay, Uncle!” Yuan Chen nodded vigorously—his cheap uncle!

"My name is Chunli! I'm older than you, just call me sister!" Chunli raised her hand with a smile.

“Okay, sister!” Yuan Chen nodded seriously—Auntie is so cute.

"Compared to this... fried rice, it probably doesn't need to be covered up, right?"

Looking at the metal lid in front of him, Tong Ang said, "Otherwise, if you steam it, it won't have that wok hei (wok aroma)."

It was just a simple joke at first, but then Tong Ang noticed out of the corner of his eye that Yuan's face showed an excited expression, and even the boy named Yuan Chen had a smile on his face, as if he was looking forward to what was about to happen.

But just as Tong Ang was still thinking, suddenly, as Chun Li picked up the lid, a dazzling golden light shot out from it.

The dazzling light rose upwards in a column, and with its contrast, even the surrounding ambient light seemed to dim considerably.

First to be hit, Chun-Li, who was already hungry and ready to eat, was caught off guard and felt a flash of light before her eyes. She immediately covered her eyes and let out a wail:

"Ugh! A flashbang?! It's a flashbang, isn't it?!"

"Hahaha~~" Seeing Chun-Li's reaction, Yuan also let out a hearty laugh.

Judging from his expression, he had clearly anticipated this and was happy to witness it.

The sudden turn of events left Tong Ang somewhat bewildered. He could only stare at Yuan with a puzzled expression, hoping for an explanation.

Yuan laughed for a while, then, wiping away tears of laughter, stared at those old, pupil-less, cloudy white eyes and said leisurely:

"Although we don't know where it came from, Yuan Chen has mastered the unique skill of completely transforming the nutrients in food into life energy."

Volume 1: 2. Where's my food?!

Upon hearing Yuan's words, Tong Ang and Chun Li's faces showed surprise and confusion.

After a moment's hesitation, Tong Ang also asked:

"Life energy...food? What does that mean?"

Copper Ang's face was full of confusion, while Chun-Li, recovering from the 'flash bullet', rubbed her teary eyes and said:

"Yeah, that's practically a flashbang!"

Upon hearing Chun-Li's words, Yuan chuckled twice, clearly quite pleased with Tong Ang and Chun-Li's reaction.

But then Yuan shook his head and said:

"No, that skill really exists."

As he spoke, Yuan stroked his beard and said leisurely:

"It is said that in the late Qing Dynasty, there was a master chef in the Sichuan region named Chen Bangling. The dishes she made were able to integrate and stimulate her own spiritual power with the life energy of the ingredients themselves during the cooking process, which could make people feel a heartfelt happiness. Therefore, she was also known as the Fairy of Shells."

After a pause, Yuan said with some regret:

"Unfortunately, with the changing times, both this skill and the restaurant it founded, Juxialou, have disappeared into the long river of history."

Although I've never actually tasted the dishes at Juxialou, there's no doubt that if Fairy Bei's special skills truly existed, then they must have been the ones Yuan Chen possessed.

After saying that, Yuan leaned back slightly to avoid the trajectory of the rising beam of light, then picked up the lid and slowly scooped up a full spoonful of fried rice and put it in his mouth.

He chewed slowly and deliberately, and soon, a look of satisfaction and contentment appeared in his slightly closed, cloudy white eyes.

"Ah, the feeling of vitality and the vigor of all things is still lingering between my lips and teeth."

Hearing his old friend's words and seeing Yuan's expression, Tong Ang's face also showed a hint of curiosity. Then, the father and daughter looked at the food in front of them at the same time.

As he picked up the spoon, Tong Ang said:

"It's hard to say about other dishes, but when it comes to Yuan Hanting fried rice, I do have some personal opinions~"

Yuan Hanting Fried Rice isn't a famous dish; it's just the signature dish of this small restaurant.

When Tong Ang truly realized that Yuan was not an assassin in the conventional sense, and that he was actually quite upright, he had quite a bit of contact with him.

After a while, the two became friends.

Yuan's specialty, fried rice, was also Tong Ang's preferred quick lunch for a long time.

As for the ingredients and preparation of Yuan Hanting Fried Rice, Tong Ang not only knew them by heart, but he was also confident that he could make a similar taste even compared to Yuan's old skills.

Thinking this to himself, Tong Ang's eyes narrowed almost immediately as he put the spoon in his mouth.

It was a familiar taste and flavor profile, but its domineering aroma instantly seized one's thoughts.

Now in his middle age, Tong Ang is at the most mature stage of his life, both psychologically and physically.

Under that sensitive and normal taste, Tong Ang could clearly feel the rich aroma sweeping through his mouth.

The sausage bits, forced by the hot oil, exuded amber-colored grease, carrying a smoky, sweet aroma that filled the nostrils.

As you grind your teeth, a subtle hint of alcohol and a delicate sweetness burst forth along with the golden-brown grease from the stir-frying.

The diced ham follows closely behind, its salty and savory flavor, nurtured by time, solid and mellow, intertwining with the subtle sweetness of the sausage.

The eggs were scrambled until fluffy and tender, coated with plump grains of rice, and glistening with golden oil.

With each chew, the layers of flavor become increasingly distinct—

First, the sweetness of the sausage melts on the tip of your tongue, followed by the salty and savory aroma of the ham. As you chew, the crispy and fragrant rice contrasts wonderfully with the tender egg.

Occasionally, a bite into a vibrant green scallion releases a burst of fresh, spicy aroma that perfectly balances the overall richness, dissolving any lingering greasiness in the mouth and providing a perfect finish to the final swallow.

I originally wanted to offer some comments as a seasoned food connoisseur, but once I tasted it, regardless of the skill involved, the flavor, texture, and wok hei alone, which showcased a complex and layered taste, already demonstrated the astonishingly solid foundation of the chef.

After that, Tong Ang could clearly feel that almost the instant the food entered his stomach, it turned into a pure warm current that flowed into his whole body, making him feel warm all over, as if his whole body had come back to life.

As people reach middle age, they have no choice but to soak goji berries in their thermos.

Tong Ang closed his eyes and silently enjoyed the sensation brought about by the activation of life energy, having not experienced such a procedure in a long time.

Tong Ang finally understood what kind of magical ability his old friend meant by 'life cuisine'.

About seven or eight minutes later, Tong Ang, having recovered, stretched out his spoon, ready to take another bite and savor it properly.

result--

"Where's my food?!" Tong Ang looked at Chun-Li, who was eating with her face puffed up like a hamster as she chewed.

"Uh……"

Hearing her father's words, Chunli paused, then shrank back and said:

"I...I didn't even have breakfast, and I've been traveling a long way...right?"

Seeing Chun-Li shrinking her neck timidly, Tong Ang also turned his gaze to the plate in front of Chun-Li.

Looking at the empty plate, a look of helplessness appeared on Tong Ang's face, but then he seemed to realize something and said:

"You finished eating so quickly... Chun-Li, don't you feel anything strange?"

"A strange feeling..."

Upon hearing Tong Ang's question, Chun-Li tilted her head, then stretched her body a few times before replying:

"If I had to say something strange... well, would you say it feels good? I feel all warm and energetic, like I have inexhaustible energy!"

"Chun-Li is not yet old enough to understand this feeling."

Beside him, Yuan chuckled a few times, then stroked his beard and looked at Tong Ang, saying:

"The more battles and deaths you experience, the more you can feel the power of life—and of course, even just in terms of taste, it's impeccable."

"Yes, yes, it's delicious!"

Although she didn't know what Yuan meant by "the power of life," Chunli still gave Yuan a thumbs up and praised him with a smile:

"This is absolutely the most delicious meal I've ever had!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Chen smiled and nodded.

Meanwhile, seeing that there was nothing to eat, Tong Ang didn't seem to care too much. He simply looked at Yuan and said:

"I was a little worried before, since I've been cultivating with you for three years. Would it be safe for Yuan Chen to go to the Dou Realm alone?"

But now it seems that, in terms of both strength and ability, Yuan Chen has no problem at all.

Upon hearing this, Yuan chuckled and then looked at Tong Ang, saying:

"Well, even a rough gem needs to face real trials in the end. But speaking of which, it's been a while since we last met. I wonder if Chun-Li's martial arts skills have become rusty?"

Volume 1: 3. Discussion

Having understood the meaning behind Yuan's words, Tong Ang turned to Chun Li beside him and said:

"In that case, Chunli, why don't you have a spar with Yuan Chen?"

"Huh? Me?"

Upon hearing this, Chunli was also taken aback, pointed to herself somewhat blankly, and then scratched her head and said, "For me personally... I don't have any problem, but Yuan Chen, what about you?"

"Of course, there will be absolutely no problem!"

Upon hearing the words "bloody words," Yuan Chen's face revealed a fierce and aggressive expression.

Although Yuan Chen mostly watched from the sidelines and didn't say much, he was actually constantly recalling things about Chun Li.

In fact, as early as three years ago, Yuan Chen had already realized that he had transmigrated into the world of Street Fighter.

But then Yuan Chen discovered that the world he had come to was not just a simple street fight.