Raise a sword!

In the kitchen, the boiled sliced ​​pork was ready, filling a large bowl.

Jiang Peng sprinkled on freshly prepared spicy spices, then poured a spoonful of hot oil over it.

The incredibly complex spicy flavor immediately filled the air.

In the past, Jiang Peng thought that although she liked to eat, she was not really greedy and always knew when to stop.

But at this moment, he could feel his mouth watering, and he just wanted to devour the whole bowl of boiled pork slices in front of him.

Spices made from spiritual materials contain a touch of medicinal properties and spiritual essence.

Jiang Peng herself found it a bit hard to believe.

This art of spiritual cooking boasts countless kinds of spiritual food, and this is just a basic spice, yet it already contains some of the essence of second-tier alchemy techniques.

It must taste delicious.

He picked up his chopsticks with anticipation, stirred the spices heated by the hot oil, and then picked up a piece of tender meat and put it in his mouth.

The texture is tender.

Jiang Peng had excellent control over the cooking time of the monster meat, making it perfectly cooked without being dry.

With a gentle press of the tongue, one can feel the fine texture of the meat.

Immediately afterwards, the spicy and numbing aroma spread in my mouth, rushing straight to the top of my head.

"Hmm~"

After chewing for a while, Jiang Peng finally snapped out of the complex deliciousness.

Only then did he realize that he was covered in sweat without even noticing.

"So refreshing! It's so delicious! This isn't just simple fragrance and spiciness, it's a thoroughly refreshing sensation! This is true divine cuisine!"

Gollum—

The sound of swallowing saliva came from outside the kitchen, and Jiang Peng knew immediately that it was intentional.

No good person in the family can swallow saliva with the sound of a hiccup.

Turning my head, I saw three heads lined up neatly from top to bottom, peering into the kitchen along the door frame.

"Senior brother, are you giving me extra help again?" Mei Jinhe stuck out her tongue, her tone ingratiating.

"Senior brother, I've been working very hard in my cultivation lately," Su Zhi said, choosing to play the victim.

Liu Linong, on the other hand, is a frank and open-minded person.

"Master, I'm a little hungry."

Jiang Peng carried the dish with both hands and walked towards the restaurant, enduring the stares of the three people.

"The rice is almost cooked. Serve yourself a bowl, and please serve me one too."

That night, a wild boar that had been recently purchased and possessed the bloodline of a demon beast, weighing over 500 jin (approximately 250 catties), was thoroughly cleaned by the four people on Biwu Peak.

Using the newly acquired spicy spices, Jiang Peng made sausages, cured pork ribs, smoked meat, dried meat, and so on.

The ordeal lasted until dawn.

After instructing Mei Jinhe and the other two to properly arrange the cooked food, Jiang Peng went to Luoyun Peak alone.

When he arrived, the sounds of fighting could be heard coming from Luoyun Peak.

Jiang Peng did not get involved, but watched from a distance.

A moment later, Wei Zhilan was slapped from mid-air by Wang Biao and fell heavily to the ground.

"I surrender! According to the rules, surrendering means losing half the stake!"

"There is no such rule." Wang Biao was impartial and ordered Wei Zhilan to remove the restriction on the storage bag.

Subsequently, Wang Biao continuously took out various treasures from his storage bag.

"Over 90% of it is stolen goods." Wang Biao said, glaring fiercely at Wei Zhilan as he retrieved the treasures. "Even the undergarment isn't yours!"

"You're talking nonsense! I wouldn't stoop to lying about my underwear, would I?"

"The word 'Magnolia' is embroidered on the corner of this bodice. Is your name Magnolia?" Wang Biao pulled a bodice out of his storage bag and slapped it hard across Wei Zhilan's face.

"Hehe." Wei Zhilan seemed to have thought of something, her face flushed, and she chuckled softly.

After a moment, Wang Biao finally gave up on checking everything and simply confiscated Wei Zhilan's storage bag.

"Go to the Hall of Enforcement within three days to receive your punishment!"

After Wang Biao left, Wei Zhilan grabbed her bodice and sniffed it deeply, a look of satisfaction on her face.

Then she looked at Jiang Peng.

"Junior brother, what brings you here?"

This is pretending to be ignorant when you know the truth.

Jiang Peng took out the contract she had prepared on the way.

That "Master Chef's Notes" was rather useless to others; it was an introduction to a miscellaneous skill, but unfortunately, this skill wasn't very useful.

After all, no matter how elaborate the spiritual food is prepared, its effects are at most comparable to elixirs.

But for Jiang Peng, this item was of extraordinary value.

Cultivation is tedious, so he relies on satisfying his appetite.

"A 40/60 split, right? Junior brother accepts." Jiang Peng handed the contract to Wei Zhilan.

Wei Zhilan accepted the contract without any surprise, but did not leave her mark. Instead, she suggested, "Seeing how unwilling you are, Junior Brother, I feel a little sorry for you."

"How about we make a bet? If you win, I'll gladly give you this notebook."

"No gambling," Jiang Peng refused decisively.

"Really not gambling?"

"I really don't gamble."

Seeing this, Wei Zhilan shrugged indifferently and handed the notebook to Jiang Peng.

"It's only because we have a good relationship that I'd agree. If it were anyone else and I had their weaknesses exposed, I wouldn't have given in so easily."

Jiang Peng believed this, given Elder Zhao's cautionary tale.

...

Jiang Peng has few other possessions, but he has so many tributes that he can't use them all.

All of Qin Yuan's accumulated wealth over the past hundred years went to Jiang Peng, in addition to the monthly income from the Purple Jade Nourishing Pill, the elders' monthly salary, the Pill Hall's monthly salary, and so on.

They used the Mangon to pave the way.

In less than half a month, a brand-new restaurant appeared on Yingke Peak, which involved buying shops, hiring people to renovate, and so on.

Business was mediocre for the first few days after opening.

Apart from Liu Qinghe, Cheng Kaihai, and other friends of Jiang Peng in the sect who came to support him, few other disciples from the sect came to visit.

Occasionally, a few tables of food were sold, mainly by merchants from outside the sect who came to try it out.

However, Jiang Peng didn't care about the business's success or failure. She spent several days in the kitchen, mastering the several spiritual dishes she had just learned.

The guests thoroughly enjoyed their meal, and several even said they would spread the word about Ling Shan Fang.

Jiang Peng didn't take this to heart.

In the evening, a shareholders' meeting was held.

Jiang Peng and Wei Zhilan looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I saw restaurants serving spiritual food on the southern slopes making a fortune every day," Wei Zhilan said, looking bewildered. "How come it's not the same here?"

"The main problem is that the prices are too high," Jiang Peng said frankly. "A few simple spiritual dishes can cost hundreds of spirit stones. The disciples in the sect may not be unable to afford them, but it's simply not worth it."

"You yourself said that the place where you make a fortune every day is on the southern slope, and the restaurant isn't located within the sect."

Jiang Peng didn't care at all whether the business was good or bad.

"Just run it like a regular restaurant. Hire a few Qi Refining disciples with good culinary skills to work in the kitchen. This will give the disciples another way to earn sect contribution points."

"Junior brother, I can't possibly spend all my time relaxing here. I can't let this mere restaurant delay my important business."

Wei Zhilan looked helpless.

"That's all we can do. I thought I could make a fortune from this."