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

That evening, Chef Fei of Blue Ocean Border was quite pleased with himself. He didn't even wait until dawn to call his friend far away.

"Let me tell you, my cooking skills have definitely improved a lot lately!"

"How so?" My friend was quite supportive, though she was a little woken up, she still maintained her polite patience.

"The commander ate eight bowls of rice at my place today! He devoured all the food!" Chef Fei's excitement could be felt even through the microphone.

Eight bowls. A full eight bowls!

That's Lu Yunzheng, the highest commander on the border. He usually eats a light diet and rarely eats much.

Today, however, he seemed like a completely different person. He ate every dish that was served to him, leaving not even a drop of soup.

Chef Fei stood in the kitchen, looking at a stack of empty bowls, and felt that he had reached a whole new level in his life.

"Your commander there, Lu Yunzheng? With his near-heavenly king level strength, what hasn't he seen? Is it really necessary?" His friend's voice was clearly tinged with doubt.

"So that means my cooking skills have improved a lot lately! There's no other reason!"

Chef Fei quickly steered the conversation back to his moment of triumph, his tone unwavering and authoritative, "Just you wait, next time you come, I'll make you eat eight bowls too!"

Chef Huang, who was far away, curled his lip upon hearing this.

He put down the phone and looked out the window at the pitch-black night.

At their current level, expecting their culinary skills to improve dramatically in a short period of time is just a pipe dream.

Cooking skills rely on the accumulation of experience in controlling the heat, understanding ingredients, and developing a palate over time. There's no such thing as making rapid progress overnight.

Chef Fei must have just happened to stumble upon a time when the Commander had been working so hard for days without having time to eat.

Chef Huang's thoughts suddenly drifted away.

Actually, there was a period when his cooking skills improved significantly.

During that period, although his daily routine was so demanding that he would tremble at the sight of a turtle, the little chubby turtle, with its unlimited food and the ability to eat as much as he was cooked, did indeed motivate him to improve.

That fat turtle was picky, had a big appetite, and a discerning palate, yet its evaluations were always spot-on, leaving him no choice but to admire it.

Now, no one knows where Qin Ming and his turtle have gone.

Although he had someone bring back a lot of excellent ingredients last time, knowing Little Fatty as he does, there must be many treasures he hasn't brought out yet.

He still hasn't figured out how many good things that turtle was hiding.

And the other party updates and upgrades so quickly, there might be a whole bunch of good stuff coming out again.

Thinking of this, in the middle of the night, Chef Huang let out a lonely sigh; he truly couldn't sleep.

The fat turtle he was thinking about swept through his friend's cafeteria on the border of the Blue Sea the very next day.

Little Fatty performed amazingly in the Deep Sea Exchange Competition, winning the championship with his solid skills and the strong support of the Thousand-Armor Turtle.

As the ultimate winner, in addition to the qualification for deep-sea exchanges, he also received a large amount of points as a reward from the military.

Qin Ming didn't take a single point; he gave it all to Xiao Pang as funds for logistics procurement.

Qin Ming knew one thing very well: when it came to purchasing, Pang was very professional.

His pickiness about food had reached a point that even Qin Ming admired.

For example, he would choose a time when the kitchen was not busy and the chef had enough energy to handle the situation, then try all the dishes before making a decision.

The attitude is devout, with absolutely no carelessness.

The canteens in the Lingwu Continent are open not only to humans, but also to spirit beasts.

Therefore, there is a highly professional language translator here – Haiyunluo.

This mythical beast resembles a giant conch shell, with its shell covered in fine patterns. It is said to be able to understand the languages ​​of hundreds of mythical beasts.

At this moment, Haiyunluo is in the cafeteria, translating Xiaopang's comments to the chefs in real time.

Little Fatty sat upright on a specially made low table, with a freshly cooked braised spirit fish in front of him.

He lowered his head, first sniffed the broth, then lightly licked it, and took a bite of fish, chewing it slowly in his mouth.

Haiyun Weng's translation echoed in unison with his smacking sound: "...Adding another half spoonful of water would be even better. If the broth is reduced too much, the tenderness of the fish will be affected."

Since there was only one diner at the time, Xiao Pang's comments were clearly audible, and the chef who made the dish froze.

The other kitchen helpers exchanged glances, a sense of foreboding creeping into their hearts.

Sure enough, Little Fatty soon tasted the next dish, steamed shellfish, and said, "It was put on the fire half a minute too early, so the cooking time was a little off."

One of the unfortunate chefs who was caught in the crossfire twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Next up, honey-glazed dried fruit.

Little Fatty's eyes lit up, and he ate more than with the previous two dishes. Then he gave a comment that made the chef want to throw the pot away: "This dish has more potential if it's made sweet. I have a family member who likes sweet things. The current seasoning is too sour, which is not bad, but it would be more amazing if it were sweet."

Little Fatty continued eating, one dish after another, offering exceptionally sharp critiques.

"The cooking technique is good, but the ingredients are lacking! We need to pay more attention to the raw materials!"

Such a commotion naturally alerted the head chef of the place.

Chef Fei, who was so smug last night, is now just as pathetic.

When he came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, he looked really bad.

He wanted to refute it, but after trying it himself, he found that what the other person said seemed to make sense.

He held his breath, waiting until Little Fatty's last sentence, before retorting, "This fish dies as soon as it leaves deep water; it's already at its freshest!"

He personally selected these ingredients from the port before dawn, and their quality is absolutely top-notch among similar products!

The chubby boy rolled his eyes at him.

There was neither anger nor dissatisfaction in his eyes, only a nonchalant "What nonsense are you talking about?"

He looked around to make sure there were no people around, then slowly stretched out a claw and rummaged in the air.

No one knows when, but a fish appeared in the fat paw, a deep-sea fish with silvery-blue scales, lively and jumping.

The moment it was pulled out of thin air by Little Fatty, it seemed not to have realized what was happening. It struggled in the air for a moment before Little Fatty placed it steadily on the table.

With a powerful flick of its tail, the fish splashed water precisely onto Chef Fei's face.

Chef Fei: "..."

The fish jumped several more times on the cutting board, each jump feeling like a resounding slap across his face.

Deep-sea fish do indeed die as soon as they leave the water, and Chef Fei's explanation wasn't an excuse, but the gifts given to Little Fatty with the blessing of Kamezawa's power don't count.

Chef Fei, unaware of the reason, felt bitter.

Why did a living ancestor show up today?

These discerning palates, so picky they made his scalp tingle, how many good things must one have eaten to develop such taste?

Not only is he knowledgeable, but he can also pull out a live fish, even fresher than his own, to slap him in the face!

Moreover, where did he get so many points to squander?

Ancestors! They're truly living ancestors!

Chef Fei was internally raging, while Little Fatty's critique continued...

In fact, Little Fatty had seen the chef's breakdown, but he was not swayed by it at all, nor did he hold back his words.

He's experienced... chefs with such potential can surprise you with just a little advice.

His boss's deep-sea trip is only a few days away, so he has to hurry!

With this in mind, Little Fatty paid even more attention to his comments.