Chapter 15: The Truth Revealed

  Transtor: Krukist

  “Hmph, I wo anything you make!” Situ Deng’s voice cked vi. The tantalizing aroma of the fried chi legs made his throat twitch, but he refused to give iurned his head away, feigning pride.

  Lin Yu ignored him. Whether Situ Deng ate or not didn’t matter. His focus was on Nan Zhan and Qin Caiyun. As long as they were satisfied, Lin Yu didn’t care about Situ Deng’s earlier threats.

  Though Lin Yu had been annoyed by Situ Deng’s provocations, the man’s current behavior struck him as more amusing than anything else. Situ Deng acted like a child throwing a tantrum.

  If Lin Yu were to get angry over a child’s words, he’d feel like his own character was g. Instead, Lin Yu’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. He couldn’t wait to see the expressions on the marquis and his wife’s faces wheasted the fried chi legs.

  Lin Yu was fident in his fried chi. Even oh, where ary options were abundant, fried chi was an irrepceable delight. In the Heavenly Sun ti, where food culture was less developed, it would be even more impactful.

  Sure enough, after a moment of hesitation, Nan Zhan picked up a piece of fried chi. He didn’t dip it in the makeshift tomato sauce Lin Yu had prepared. Instead, he popped it directly into his mouth. Despite his high status, his eating habits were far from refined, perhaps due to his humble ins.

  Situ Deng watched nervously as Nan Zhahe chi. Though he looked down on Lin Yu’s method of cutting the chi into pieces, sidering it unorthodox ah true ary art, he couldn’t help but worry.

  He had made a bold decration in front of everyone. If Lin Yu’s dish turned out to be delicious, Situ Deng would be utterly humiliated.

  “It’s impossible. Someone who doesn’t even know how to cook a whole chi ’t possibly create something amazing,” Situ Deng thought. Yet, his eyes remained fixed on Nan Zhan’s expression.

  The moment the fried chi entered Nan Zhan’s mouth, his expression froze. His body trembled slightly, and his eyes widened in disbelief. He stared at Lin Yu, chewing the chi with a muffled sound: “Mmm…”

  Beside him, Qin Caiyun had a simir rea. Her delicate frame trembled as she chewed, uo form words, oing soft, appreciative noises.

  Situ Deng’s heart sank. He couldn’t deny the obvious: the marquis and his wife were pletely captivated by the fried chi.

  Situ Deng was ner to seeing people enjoy his food. Though Lin Yu believed the Heavenly Sun ti’s ary culture was g, Situ Deng, as a ary King, had his own skills.

  Ordinary people rarely had the ce to taste his dishes, but on one occasion, he had experimented with a new recipe and invited oo try it.

  Their reas had been simir to Nan Zhan and Qin Caiyun’s—utterly quered by the food.

  Situ Deng stared at Lin Yu’s fident smile and took a step back, muttering, “No… this ’t be…”

  Nan Zhan was the Southwestern Marquis, and Qin Caiyun was his wife. Their status was inparable to that of oners. They had tasted tless dishes from ary Kings and even higher-level ary Emperors.

  How could they be so thhly impressed by a try bumpkin’s food?

  Nan Zhan shot Situ Deng a fierce gre, an inexplicable anger rising within him. *This kid from the Situ family is so ignorant! He almost made me offend Master Lin!*

  Unsciously, Nan Zhan had already begun tard Lin Yu as a master. The reason was simple: the fried chi was the most remarkable dish he had eaten in his entire life. The crispy exterior, the tender and juicy meat, and the unique fvor of the Red Jade Chi—it erfe.

  Anyone who could create such a dish deserved the title of “master.”

  While Qin Caiyun was still sav the first bite of fried chi, Nan Zhan eagerly reached for a sed piece. At this point, he couldn’t be bothered to scold Situ Deng—there were only a few pieces of chi, after all.

  Seeing this, Lin Yu felt a wave of relief. fidence was ohing, but seeing such a positive rea filled him with joy. He quickly said, “Marquis, why not try dipping it in this tomato sauce?”

  The sauce wasn’t actually made from tomatoes, as Lin Yu hadn’t found any in this world. However, after experimenting, he discovered that the local fruit he used had a simir taste, so he simply called it tomato saubsp;

  Nan Zhan gave Lin Yu a deep, inscrutable look before following his suggestion. He dipped a piece of chi into the saud took a bite. Instantly, his eyes lit up with eveer amazement.

  “Hehe, it’s delicious, isn’t it? Marquis, don’t think you eat fried chi all the time. It’s a bit greasy, and without the tomato sauce, it might bee overwhelming after a while. But with the sauce, it bahe riess and enhahe fvor.”

  Nan Zhan devoured the fried chi, too engrossed to speak. Talking would waste precious time—he wao fully immerse himself in the dish’s deliciousness. Qin Caiyun, having finished her piece, maintained her elegance. After spitting out the bone, she relutly looked away.

  She stood up and gave Lin Yu a slight bow. “Master Lin—no, Grandmaster Lin. Earlier, my husband and I had many doubts. We were wrong, and I apologize. Please don’t take it to heart. We were just overly ed…”

  “You might not know this, but our daughter, Nan Ziyan, has been suffering from a strange illness i years. She ’t eat anything—not street food, not even dishes prepared by ary Kings.”

  “Ziyan couldn’t keep anything down. If she forced herself to eat, she would vomit. She could only rely on medial liquids to sustain herself. We’ve been worried sick about her. But today, for the first time, she ate something…”

  Lin Yu finally uood. The girl from earlier was ihe marquis’s daughter.

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