Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

“Alright,” the emperor agreed, but then he seemed to remember something. “By the way, Feifan, which country do you plan to represent at the international conference a month from now?”

“Huh? Of course it’s Amestris,” Isaac said. “I’m a lieutenant general in this country, so I’m definitely going to attend the meeting.”

"Is that so? I was originally planning to have you attend the meeting in my place," the emperor said, slightly disappointed by Isaac's reply.

"I took your place, so what are you going to do?"

"Going to nightclubs," the emperor said righteously.

"..."

"Is that not allowed?"

"Go by yourself!"

Upon hearing Isaac's words, the emperor temporarily abandoned his plans.

At present, it seems a bit premature to let Isaac succeed him.

What are your plans after this?

“Once the railway here is completed, I’ll focus on doing business for a while,” Isaac said with a smile. “Of course, what happens after that is a state secret.”

"Then I will not interfere," the emperor said with a smile.

Isaac then stood up and said, "Now that things are over, I'll head back. I'll be staying in New Zealand for a while. If there's anything we can do to cooperate, just contact me."

"it is good."

After Isaac left the palace, the emperor remained seated in his chair.

"Indeed, we shouldn't have let you leave the new country back then," the emperor murmured.

Chapter 369: Cooking is indeed the hardest thing.

Isaac was quite satisfied with the progress of his trip to New Zealand. Both business cooperation and the establishment of diplomatic relations were successfully negotiated, and it was only a matter of time before Amestoris was developed and strengthened.

Once we have the money, we can manufacture a large number of advanced weapons and equipment and train specialized personnel.

Isaac also understands that powerful weapons are only one aspect of enhancing national defense capabilities; more importantly, the country must fully adapt to the military command system brought about by the informatization of the battlefield.

This will take time to work out and will wipe out decades of experience for many outstanding generals.

But this is an inevitable path for the country to reach its peak, and we must get through it.

Fortunately, Isaac had all of this information, so he didn't have to start researching from scratch.

It was almost afternoon when we left the palace.

Fortunately, the Yao clan's residence was not far from the imperial city. Many families had their residences in remote areas of the new country. If they lived there, it would take several days just to travel by train to see the emperor.

"I am back."

“Welcome back, Lieutenant General.” Violet came out of the room and gently took the briefcase from Isaac’s hand. “You’ve worked hard.”

"Haha, it wasn't actually that hard," Isaac laughed. "Speaking of which, where's Mom? I haven't seen her."

Under normal circumstances, if she returned, Madam Yao would definitely stand by Violet's side.

“Mrs. Yao went to the pedestrian street next door this morning,” Violet said. “She may be back a little later.”

"I see."

"that……"

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Isaac asked, puzzled, looking at Violet who seemed hesitant.

Violet seemed to have made up her mind, staring intently at Isaac: "I tried making dinner, would you like to try some?"

Isaac stood there, stunned.

When was the last time Violet cooked for herself? It was three years ago, when she had just met and taken in by the Kingdom of Leiden Sheftrich. She had tried making herself a plate of creamy bacon pasta.

Although what was made in the end was a hard 'pancake'.

Even after three years, Isaac still remembered that incident, and he was deeply moved when Violet cooked for him again.

Where? Where?

Violet led him to the dining table, where Isaac saw a steaming bowl of porridge on the table.

"This is?"

“Century egg and lean pork congee,” Violet said. “This seems to be a dish unique to the New Kingdom. I only learned how to make it after consulting with the head chef of the Yao tribe.”

Isaac picked up the spoon next to him, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and put it to his mouth.

Violet's cooking skills three years ago were hardly commendable, and she hasn't cooked at all since then, so no one can say for sure how good her cooking skills are now.

However, Isaac believes that these objective factors are basically negligible.

After three years, Violet is cooking for herself again. What could be more important than that?

With that thought in mind, he swallowed the porridge in the spoon.

Violet watched Isaac savor the food nervously, awaiting his evaluation.

After a long while, Isaac slowly put down his spoon, his eyes filled with a smile as he looked at Violet:

"It's delicious!"

“That’s wonderful.” Violet smiled as well.

Nothing made her happier than Isaac's words.

Isaac quickly finished all the porridge in the bowl, put down his utensils, and got up to walk towards the kitchen.

"To thank Violet, I plan to cook a dish myself as a return gift."

"Huh?" Violet's heart suddenly jumped. "Lieutenant General, you don't have to force yourself."

“There’s no need to force it. I’ve already successfully cooked in another world, so there’s definitely no problem this time.” Isaac said as he tied an apron around his neck, looking very confident.

Violet was at a loss for what to do. Although she knew that even if the kitchen exploded, it wouldn't hurt Isaac in the slightest.

Just then, Madam Yao walked in from outside, carrying large and small bags.

"Xiao Wei~ I'm back from the pedestrian street. I bought a lot of beautiful new clothes this time," Mrs. Yao said, but she soon noticed movement in the kitchen.

Is anyone in the kitchen?

"It's Lieutenant General Isaac, he's inside..."

"Eh? Is Feifan going to cook himself?" Madam Yao suddenly became excited, dropping the package in her hand and wanting to go to the kitchen to see what was going on. "Let me see!"

Before he could take more than a few steps, Violet stopped him.

"What's wrong, Xiaowei?"

“Madam Yao, it’s dangerous here, please step back.”

"what?"

boom----

An explosion rang out, cracking the wall outside the kitchen. Mrs. Yao was also startled by the sudden explosion.

"What happened!?"

Smoke was billowing from the kitchen doorway when Isaac emerged, his face covered in soot.

"That's strange, the steps should be correct."

"Feifan! Are you alright?!"

Mrs. Yao quickly went forward to check on Isaac's condition and breathed a sigh of relief after finding that he was not injured.

After repairing the kitchen and walls using alchemy, Isaac began to ponder the reasons for his failure.

Madam Yao suddenly asked, "Feifan, have you ever cooked before?"

"There was one time, but it failed."

"So, are you planning to make a simple dish this time?" Madam Yao asked, puzzled. "What are you going to make?"

"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall".

"...Couldn't you start by learning how to make fried rice?" Mrs. Yao said, embarrassed.

It's like someone who has never cooked before is taking on such a difficult dish right away.

Violet walked over to Isaac and comforted him, "Lieutenant General, I have truly appreciated your kindness. There is no need to do anything so dangerous."

"...Now that you say that, I feel even more ashamed."

Isaac straightened his clothes and messy hair and said, "As your superior, I cannot allow myself to be unable to cook even a single dish for you."

Hearing this, Madam Yao smiled and said, "So you want to cook for Xiao Wei? That's a very good idea. Would you like me to have the head chef of the Yao clan teach you?"

“Oh, no,” Isaac declined. “I’ll go to my father’s place tomorrow and have the royal chefs in the imperial kitchen give me some pointers.”

“Um…” Violet raised her hand and asked, “Isn’t it a bit inappropriate to cause an explosion in the palace?”

"It's alright, even if it explodes I'll fix it, and Dad's rich, he won't care."

"but……"

“Don’t worry, Violet.” Isaac placed his hand on her shoulder, his eyes filled with determination. “I will definitely make the perfect dish.”

Violet opened her mouth slightly, but didn't say what she was about to say. In the end, she returned Isaac's smile with a bright smile.

"Then... I'll look forward to it."

Chapter 370: Nitroglycerin cannot be used as cooking oil.

"That's all there is to it. Please give me your feedback, Chef Liu."

Inside the royal kitchen of the palace, Isaac, wearing an apron and a chef's hat, bowed to a middle-aged man.

"Your Highness is too kind. I am very pleased that you are interested in cooking, and I will do my best to teach you," the middle-aged man quickly said.

The person before him was the seventh prince of the new kingdom, a man of extremely noble status, and who was also rumored to be the current emperor's chosen successor. This made him have to be careful.

"Just to be safe, take this first." Isaac handed him a riot shield.

"Huh? Your Highness, what are you doing?"

Chef Liu was completely bewildered when he received the riot shield.