Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

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An extremely rich aroma of meat, accompanied by white steam, rose up like a mushroom cloud, instantly filling the entire imperial kitchen.

"Yeah, not bad."

Nan Feng took a spoonful of the soup, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "It tastes just right."

He casually picked up two large bowls and filled them to the brim with the kind of "mixed stew" that looked somewhat murky in color and even a bit unappetizing.

"Give."

Nan Feng pushed one of the bowls in front of Qian Renxue, his tone curt:

"Eat it or don't, it's up to you."

After saying that, he picked up another bowl, sat down on the stove without any regard for appearances, and began to eat heartily.

The essence of this dish lies in the word "messy".

There is no fixed recipe; the taste depends entirely on what ingredients he finds appealing in the kitchen that day.

Qian Renxue looked at the large bowl of steaming, mushy mixture of various ingredients in front of her, her expression somewhat unnatural.

Is this... edible?

As a pampered young lady from the Qian family, every meal she ate was a delicacy with exquisite presentation, perfect in color, aroma, and taste.

This was the first time she had ever seen something like this, which looked like it had been boiled in a pot with swill poured in.

But the hunger in my stomach was just too intense, and besides, it was made by the "teacher" himself...

"Let's give it our all!"

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, and as if heading to the execution ground, she tremblingly picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth.

I originally thought that no matter how bad it tasted, I would swallow it down even if I had tears in my eyes, and then loudly praise how delicious it was to please the teacher.

however.

The moment the piece of meat melted on her tongue, her eyes lit up instantly.

"Well?!"

good to eat!

Surprisingly delicious!

The large chunks of beef and mutton were completely stewed until tender and flavorful, melting in your mouth and absorbing the essence of the broth.

Surprisingly, the potatoes and vegetables inside were not cooked into a paste; they retained the perfect texture, soft and chewy with a slight firmness.

How can this be?

If you cook them together, the vegetables should have dissolved long ago if you want the meat to become tender!

Ignoring the heat, Qian Renxue shoveled down two more mouthfuls of rice and asked indistinctly:

"Teacher Xu... how did you do that?"

"The application of spiritual power and soul power."

Nan Feng ate his meal without looking up, and casually explained:

"For the past month, we've been fighting outside and traveling to encircle the Haotian Sect. The conditions have been very basic."

"Your biological mother didn't bring a cook with her because of the forced march; she only had a few food-type Soul Masters with her. The things those guys conjured up were only enough to fill their stomachs."

"I'm a picky eater and can't stomach that stuff. But I don't have time to slowly start a fire and cook a meal."

"That's why I came up with this trick."

"Use mental power to precisely control the temperature and pressure in every area of ​​the pot. Apply high pressure to the meat, constant temperature to the vegetables, and high-frequency vibration to the soup base."

"It's like simultaneously controlling dozens of small pots at different temperatures on a microscopic level."

Nan Feng swallowed a mouthful of meat and pointed to Qian Renxue's bowl:

"Don't be fooled by how messy this pot looks; every ingredient in it is treated differently."

"I tried hundreds of times before I succeeded, and I blew up dozens of pots."

At this point, Nan Feng glanced at Qian Renxue:

"Since you call me teacher, this shall be the first lesson."

"Remember, soul power is not just a tool for fighting and killing."

"As long as you have enough self-control, you can make even something as simple as cooking look amazing."

"Of course, the premise is..."

"You need to have the brains."

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, even the broth in the "mixed stew" in the pot was scraped clean.

Nan Feng wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, his gaze falling on the pastry box that Qian Renxue had carried all the way, protecting it like a treasure.

"Give it to me."

He stretched out his hand.

Qian Renxue's eyes lit up, and she quickly handed over the box, looking at him expectantly: "Teacher, these are crystal cakes and osmanthus pastries, made according to that master chef's recipe..."

Nan Feng picked up a piece of crystal cake that looked passable, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it a couple of times.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"It's overcooked; the crust is too hard."

He picked up another osmanthus pastry, took a bite, and his brows furrowed even more.

"Too much sugar, it's cloyingly sweet. Do you think sugar is free?"

"..."

The light in Qian Renxue's eyes dimmed instantly, and she twisted her small hands together like a student who had done something wrong: "I... this is my first time making it, and I didn't quite get the timing right. I'll definitely pay attention next time!"

"I'll practice as soon as I get back! I'll definitely make the best food for the teacher!"

"Stop."

Nan Feng swallowed the cloyingly sweet osmanthus pastry in his mouth, rinsed it with water, and waved his hand indifferently:

"Stop making a fuss."

"Cooking is fine as a hobby to relieve boredom. But if you don't have the talent, there's no need to invest too much time and energy in it."

"Get your identity straight. Your hands are for wielding swords, not for kneading dough."

Nan Feng pointed to the remaining half box of pastries, speaking casually:

"If you really want to express your feelings, go to the best shop in town and buy a serving. It will taste better, and I'll enjoy it more."

"How can they be the same?!"

Qian Renxue retorted instinctively, her little face full of defiance:

"I made this myself! I put a lot of thought into it and practiced for a long time before I finally made it! It contains my heartfelt feelings!"

“Things bought are cold, impersonal transactions; how can they compare to things made with your own hands?”

"Oh."

Nan Feng chuckled, picked up another piece of mung bean cake, examined it closely, and said casually:

"Xiaoxue, this is the second lesson I'm going to teach you."

"The essence of sincerity is not about self-indulgence, but about making the recipient feel comfortable."

He tossed the mung bean cake into his mouth, chewing as he mumbled indistinctly:

"Look at you, you've spent so much time on this, gotten your hands dirty, and exhausted yourself, only to produce this bunch of stuff that's undercooked and overly sweet."

"Then you shove it in front of me and look at me with those eyes that practically want to praise me."

Nan Feng stopped chewing and looked directly at Qian Renxue:

Have you considered how I feel?

"If I don't eat it, it will make me seem very heartless, disrespectful to you, and may even hurt your fragile heart."

"But what if I eat it?"

"That's torturing myself. My taste buds are protesting, my stomach is suffering."

"To take care of your feelings, I have to swallow my pain and even praise you for doing a good job against my will."

“To me, this is a burden, a kidnapping, or even a punishment.”

"So, what exactly do you mean by this so-called 'kindness'? Do you want to make me happy, or do you want to make me sad?"

Qian Renxue was stunned. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

She had never thought about the problem from this perspective before.

Chapter 74 I'm not relying on you anymore, and you shouldn't believe me either.

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"on the contrary."

Nan Feng patted the crumbs off his hands and continued:

"If you buy a professional chef's creation, the taste is top-notch and the texture is perfect."

“I enjoyed the food you gave it to me, and I could feel that you bought it especially for me.”

"You saved yourself the effort, and I enjoyed the delicious food. Everyone is happy; that's true kindness."

Nan Feng stood up, looking down at the stunned Qian Renxue, and poked her forehead with his finger:

"Get this straight, little girl."

"When you want others to feel your sincerity, don't presumptuously impose your will on them."

"Don't think that just because I've put in the effort, others should be grateful."