The Legend of Fangren

Chapter 127 Food is the most important thing for the people, and the heavens bless the people with food.

What's going on?

A few question marks appeared on Luohe's head as he poked his head out.

Fang Shi spotted her and called her over. When she came running over, Fang Shi presented her with a cutting board with two large bowls of soup on it.

"Wow--"

Upon smelling the aroma, Luo He's mouth watered as soon as she opened it, prompting Fang Shi to quickly lift her chin and say, "This bowl of spicy fish soup is yours, the other bowl is for everyone, remember? Don't be greedy and eat too much, there will be other dishes later."

"Mmm." Luo He nodded and went out impatiently.

After dismissing the girl, Fang Shi took out the meat of the River Scaled Dragon. This meat had been smoked in a furnace, and the profound energy was incorporated into the meat so that it would not dissipate.

Seeing that he did not answer, the cook had no choice but to stand up and apologize with a bitter face: "Young immortal, I was just ignorant and spoke rudely. Please forgive me."

Fang Shi didn't turn his head and continued cooking, only saying, "Mmm, I know."

Oh dear, the cook realized something was wrong. This was just like before. Oh no, the little immortal must be angry. What should he do?

If he knew what was good for him, he should have stood aside and remained silent. But the taste of that fish soup had captivated him, and now his mind was filled with that flavor.

Even at the risk of offending people, the cook was determined to become an apprentice; he was desperate to improve.

A while passed like this.

Just as the cook was suffering and at his wits' end, Fang Shi finally put the lid on the soup, sat down to rest, and asked, "Uncle, the culinary arts of the Xuan Realm have always advocated natural flavors, but my technique involves a lot of processing of ingredients, which goes against this principle. Even so, do you still want to learn it?"

"Yes!" Upon seeing a glimmer of hope, the cook immediately exclaimed excitedly, "If I could recreate that flavor, who cares about the original taste of the ingredients? Life is short, only a hundred years. If I can't taste more of this kind of flavor, wouldn't my life have been in vain!"

"But—" he said, then hesitated when he saw that Fang Shi didn't react. "I am just a mortal with limited skills. If I were to use this method to cook spirit meat, I'm afraid I would be wasting the food."

His thinking was simple: the young immortal had simply not been serious, but that was all he could do.

At this point, Fang Shi asked in return, "Uncle, do you know why you thought that fish tasted so delicious just now?"

"Of course it's because you're such a good cook, Little Fairy." The uncle immediately praised.

But Fang Shi shook his head and said, "This is only part of it, but what's even more impressive is that it uses meat as spiritual meat—Uncle, you probably rarely eat spiritual meat, right?"

The uncle chuckled and said, "Of course, who told us we have no cultivation? How could we possibly enjoy such fine spiritual meat? To be honest, among us mortals, we call spiritual meat 'last-minute meat.' It's only when we're nearing death that we dare to buy it and indulge in it once in a while, so that we won't have lived in vain."

"Then what do you think about turning this spiritual flesh into mortal flesh that ordinary people can eat?" Fang Shi seemed to be deep in thought, looking at the uncle's self-deprecating manner.

The uncle replied without hesitation, "Oh dear, that would definitely be wasting food."

Fang Shi then asked, "Why?"

"Of course, it's because spiritual flesh contains profound energy, which can increase a cultivator's cultivation level when consumed."

"What if it becomes mortal flesh?"

"Then cultivators won't be able to refine profound energy, and we mortals can only eat it and grow flesh in vain."

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"Yes, don't mortals grow and develop after eating it?" Fang Shi asked, staring into the uncle's eyes. "So how can that be considered a waste?"

The uncle didn't think much of it and said, "How can we mortals and cultivators compare—"

However, Fang Shi noticed that whenever he mentioned both mortals and cultivators, his eyes would unconsciously look down, a micro-expression that represented inferiority and loss.

This scene reminded him of the refugees and civilians suffering under the beasts, and something touched him.

"Uncle, I don't think so."

The uncle then realized what was going on and said kindly, "Young immortal, you are kind and think highly of us mortals, but in the vast Five Realms, where is not this view?"

He seemed to have figured it out and was no longer as persistent as before.

"As expected, I am still not worthy of such culinary skills. What good would it do to learn them? I would just be wasting food. Those cultivators would blame me for stealing their meat."

Fang Shi replied, "No, no, uncle, do you know there are many intricacies involved?"

"I hope the young immortal will enlighten me."

"It's very simple. Even though the spiritual flesh has lost its mystic energy, the remaining flesh is still good meat for mortals and is very beneficial to their physical growth."

"That's natural. Families and sects often use this method to nourish their juniors, but ordinary families can't afford spiritual meat."

"What if it's not spirit meat? There are many other parts of the Xuan beast's body containing Xuan meat, but the Xuan Qi in them is solidified and difficult to refine. It's hard to process them to a level suitable for cultivators to refine. Directly dispersing the Qi is easier, but then it becomes ordinary meat without Qi, losing its meaning as food. Although ordinary meat can be sold to the common people, why would ordinary cultivators be willing to go to so much trouble to earn that little bit of money? But now, if this kind of Xuan meat can be made into delicious dishes, its value will increase many times over. Cultivators will have another way to make money. They'll be happy, so why would they complain?"

"Oh dear, now that I think about it, it really is true." As a cook, how could the cook not know how many rich people there are in the world who love to enjoy life?

If such delicious food were available for ordinary people to enjoy, how could wealthy families not be willing to spend the money? If he could learn such a skill, he would probably have no worries about wealth and glory for the rest of his life.

As a result, the uncle dared not ask the young immortal to teach him his skills for no reason, since there was no such shameless thing in the world.

However, his incorruptible character was exactly what Fang Shi wanted to hear, so he asked again, "Uncle, have you considered what benefits this would bring to the common people?"

"This—I cannot fathom the Immortal's far-sightedness; I humbly request your direct guidance."

Fang Shi then said, "Once there is profit to be made, a lot of Xuan meat will surely flow into the market. Low-level Xuan beasts are not actually rare. In this way, the supply of Xuan meat in the market will definitely exceed the demand. The extra meat that is difficult to sell will spoil if left for too long, and the price will definitely drop. In this way, even ordinary people will have the opportunity to buy Xuan meat without Qi, which is better than ordinary mortal meat. Isn't this much better than the previous situation where there was a price but no market? And if people's children have good meat to nourish their bodies, they can develop good aptitude and have a greater chance of embarking on the path of cultivation. All of this is a way for the human race to prosper."

"Wow—" The uncle opened his mouth wide, speechless with astonishment at the grand scale of the event.

Fang Shi then continued, "To be honest, I intend to use this culinary skill to establish my own school and make a name for myself in the future. This endeavor doesn't need the help of cultivators, but rather needs ordinary people to promote and spread it. Uncle, if you are truly interested in learning, I will send you a letter when I have established myself. If you are willing to come then, it will be a great help to me, is that alright?"

"Okay—okay—" The cook nodded blankly, probably because as an ordinary person, he never thought that he would be able to come into contact with such a grand vision, and that he could participate in it.

Who wasn't a child once? Deep in the heart of every middle-aged person lies a sense of dissatisfaction with their past abilities.

Now that a grand plan is unfolding before us, a surge of passion has returned.

"Young Immortal! No, chivalrous hero!" The cook suddenly stood up, clasped his hands in a fist and fist salute to Shi, "May Heaven bless the people. It is fortunate to have a chivalrous cultivator like you who cares about the mortal world. I, Zhu Dabao, have lived an ordinary life for most of my life. If I can lend you a helping hand, I will do my best without hesitation."

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