Beast Taming: Starting from Transmigration and Starting with a Cheat Code

As soon as Xiao Pang regained consciousness, he headed straight for the kitchen of the college cafeteria.

It must be admitted that this is the warmest place in the entire college.

The kitchen was steaming, with large pots bubbling on the stove and ingredients neatly arranged on the cutting board. The air was filled with the aroma of various foods mingling together.

Little Fatty opened his eyes and started eating amidst the aroma of scallions stir-frying, the rich broth, and the warm scent of freshly baked pastries.

Some brought their own, while others received them sponsored by Master Huang.

Little Fatty didn't stand on ceremony and started eating right away.

The first dish was braised carp. The fish was so tender it was like tofu, falling apart at the slightest touch and melting in your mouth. The umami flavor exploded on your tongue, with a subtle spiciness that warmed you from your throat all the way to your stomach.

The second dish was steamed clams with garlic and vermicelli. The vermicelli, soaked in the broth, was translucent and bursting with flavor. The clam meat was springy and chewy, becoming more fragrant with each bite.

The third dish was stir-fried green beans. The green beans were fried until crispy and fragrant, with slightly wrinkled skin, coated with the aroma of Sichuan peppercorns and dried chilies. The spiciness was just right, making people sweat as they ate it.

The last bit of chill that lingered on Little Fatty's body was dispelled by the thoughtfully prepared dishes.

It wasn't that he was selfish for not bringing Keda, but rather that all spirit beasts with fur were prohibited in the cafeteria kitchen.

As Little Fatty stuffed food into his mouth, he inwardly felt sorry for Keda. After all, he was covered in fur; shedding was something you couldn't prevent.

Not all spirit beasts are as naturally beautiful and hairless as him.

Little Fatty sighed, then gulped down another fish.

This is a fried small yellow croaker that Master Huang specially reserved for him. It's about the size of a palm, fried until golden and crispy, even the bones are crunchy.

He took a bite, and with a "crunch," the fish head shattered, producing a delicate, crisp sound between his teeth, filling his mouth with the aroma of caramelized fish oil.

That's a good start! Little Fatty squinted his eyes and wagged his tail contentedly.

Chu Jiang stood to the side, holding a plate of freshly cooked salt and pepper shrimp, but he was completely stunned.

He was Master Huang's personal disciple, and usually he was responsible for assisting his master and preparing ingredients. But today he was assigned the task of "delivering food to Little Fatty".

He thought it was just a matter of serving a few dishes, but... he watched helplessly as the plates were stacked from the corner of the table to the center, and then from the center to the other side, and now they almost filled half the table.

"Chef Huang, he can really eat!" Chu Jiang whispered, leaning closer to Chef Huang. "Are we going to exceed our meal allowance?"

His tone was filled with genuine concern. The college's kitchen has a fixed monthly budget for meals, and any excess must be covered by the staff themselves.

The amount of food he ate in that meal was enough for half a week's worth of his usual meals.

Master Huang was standing in front of the stove, tossing the food in the pan. Hearing this, he didn't even turn his head, displaying an expression of complete indifference: "Don't worry, my apprentice always goes over the limit every month, it's normal!"

Chu Jiang: "?"

They've exceeded the meal allowance, so they'll have to pay for it out of their own pockets. Why is Chef Huang so calm?

He glanced at the plates on the table: dragon carp, spirit clam, spirit green beans, small yellow croaker, and later, salt and pepper shrimp, steamed crab, stir-fried spirit lotus root with vinegar, mushroom soup...

Any one of these dishes would be enough to make ordinary trainees fight over them. But Chef Huang, instead of being stingy, even added more dishes to the pot.

Countless question marks popped into Chu Jiang's mind.

Out of respect for his teacher, he couldn't stop it. But seeing that bottomless, gaping maw, opening and closing, emptying the plate, made his heart clench.

He went back and forth preparing materials, passing trays, and tidying up, his legs getting thinner from all the running.

When he went to the warehouse for the seventh time to pick up the goods and returned with two jars of marinated spirit beast meat, he suddenly realized a problem: it was almost mealtime again, would he still be able to handle it?

Fortunately, the little fat boy finally stopped talking.

Chu Jiang breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Little Fatty wiped his greasy mouth with satisfaction, as if savoring the memory, and sighed leisurely.

"The taste is good, but the ingredients are a bit lacking."

Chu Jiang: "!?"

His expression went through a complete process from shock to collapse in that instant.

You've eaten so much and you still complain about the quality of the ingredients? What a load of rubbish!

His lips twitched, and his eyebrows furrowed.

Chu Jiang was partly driven by anger, and partly by the fact that if this was "almost" bad, then what about the food he usually ate?

Along with a broken heart, there was also a snapping sound as if my old back had broken.

Little Fatty's attention wasn't on that.

He calmly raised his head and paws, picking through the plates on the table: "This one, this one, and this one."

His claws precisely targeted the most valuable dishes. "Where can we find these alive?"

Before Chu Jiang could even open his mouth to complain, Master Huang grabbed his shoulder.

The hand was incredibly strong, gripping his shoulder like an iron clamp, forcibly silencing the words he was about to say.

Master Huang smiled calmly, as if he had been waiting for these words.

"Besides the lobster and the dragon's breath snail, which die as soon as they're taken out of the water, I have a few other live ones in my warehouse that you can have."

Chu Jiang: "!!"

Taking food and money at the same time, isn't that going too far?

His heart was roaring.

He knew the rules of the kitchen better than anyone else: ingredients had to be registered when they entered the warehouse and signed for when they left; every transaction had to match the accounts.

Some living spirits are so precious that they can only be used to entertain distinguished guests; how could they be given away casually?

But Master Huang's grip was incredibly strong, and he couldn't resist. The hand on his shoulder felt like a mountain.

Chu Jiang could only watch helplessly as Master Huang smiled and waved to Little Fatty, giving him a "come with me" look.

Little Fatty neither knew nor cared about Chu Jiang's inner turmoil. He gave Old Huang an approving look that said, "You have a good eye," and then followed him off to buy the goods.

His gait and demeanor were completely natural and confident, as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

Master Huang walked ahead, pondering in his mind.

He learned a lot from his junior apprentice, such as Xiao Pang's love of food and his talent for raising animals.

Although he loves to eat and has a big appetite, he will automatically improve the quality of the food when he encounters true love. He is fearless in the face of danger and difficulties, and can even bring a little surprise from time to time.

It can be described as a chef's perfect helper!

Although he is prone to lumbar muscle strain, he has apprentices and a large team to assist him, so he only needs to control the most critical steps.

Unlike his junior brother who was always working alone, he's almost become a fitness guru. But even so, the junior brother, who loves him dearly, can't bear to see Little Fatty leave.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Master Huang's lips.

Therefore, how could he bear to let Little Fatty spend his time searching for spiritual objects? Finding them is a skill, but the process of searching is too time-consuming.

Instead of wasting time on this, it would be better to prepare everything for him so he can start raising the animals sooner.

He glanced back at the chubby boy following closely behind him, then at Chu Jiang still standing at the door, and called out, "Chu Jiang!"

Chu Jiang jumped, instinctively replying, "Yes!"

"You're familiar with the area in front of the college," Master Huang said firmly. "Once Little Fatty has rested, you go with him. Find some top-quality lobsters and conches, then come back!"

Chu Jiang: "Holy crap!!!"

Lobster? Dragon's Breath Snail? That thing that dies as soon as it's out of the water?

Are we waiting for Little Fatty to rest? What could he possibly be tired about!

He didn't complain about being tired while picking up goods, preparing ingredients, serving dishes, and washing dishes!

But his master's smiling yet authoritative gaze left him no room to refuse...