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Chapter 13: The Country Bumpkin

  Chapter 13: The try Bumpkin

  Transtor: Krukist

  A sour voice suddenly rang out, causing Lin Yu, who reparing ingredients, to pause momentarily. His witched slightly as he muttered in fusion, "Why does the air smell a bit sour?"

  He cast a g Lin Ling’er. "Ling’er, go check the kit. Did a rat knock over our vinegar jar?"

  Lin Ling’er uzzled. "Brother, we don’t even have a vinegar jar at home."

  Only then did Lin Yu remember—this wash. Many of his jokes wouldn’t make seo others. He felt a bit mencholic, but his hands remained as steady as flowing water. With the special knife provided by Fire Phoenix, he swiftly cut the Red Jade Chi into several pieces.

  Lin Yu also deliberately separated the fattier parts, ensuring the dish would taste fresher and less greasy.

  This was a fual kit teique, yet the onlookers—Nan Zhan, Qin Caiyun, and the newly arrived Situ Deng—were all dumbfounded. In their world, chis were always cooked whole; no one ever thought of cutting them into portions!

  “This… this…” Situ Deng was momentarily speechless. If an elderly chef had dohis, he might have attributed it to experience. But seeing Lin Yu, who was only in his twenties, perform such a teique ignited a fire of jealousy in his heart.

  Was it Lin Yu’s cooking that made Nan Ziyan vomit at the sight of my food? The image of Nan Ziyag fueled Situ Deng’s anger, which eventually erupted in a cold snort. “Hmph, ’t even cook a chi properly?”

  “Is this really the chef who made Ziya? I think it was just a fluke.” Situ Deng turo Nan Zhan and said, “Marquis, I’ve studied under many ary Kings and seen many new dishes, but I’ve never seen a a whole chi into pieces like this.”

  In this world, being a chef wasn’t a lowly profession—it was highly respected. However, no matter how precious the chi was, it was still just chi. Most chefs didn’t bother innovating with it, fog instead on redients.

  So, cooking a whole chi was the norm. After all, if it wasn’t finished, it could simply be thrown away.

  Nan Zhan frowned. He knew Situ Deng was resentful of Lin Yu. After all, Situ Deng had worked tirelessly for years to get Nan Ziyan to eat, only to have Lin Yu swoop in and succeed where he had failed.

  But Situ Deng’s words wereirely wrong. What chef would cut a chi into so many pieces? However, questioning Lin Yu directly might e off as disrespectful. What if Lin Yu truly was a on-a-geion ary genius?

  Offending Lin Yu could have sequences. Nan Zhan himself didn’t care, but the fact remaihat Nan Ziyan had oen Lin Yu’s food in years. Lin Yu couldn’t be provoked.

  Meanwhile, Lin Yu paused briefly. He picked up two chi legs, coated them in flour, then took the oyster-like ingredient and rolled it in flour as well. , he dipped them in egg wash and coated them again. Every movement erformed uhe watchful eyes of the onlookers.

  The Lin family’s kit was too small, and since Lin Yu was cooking for the marquis and his wife, he couldn’t be too secretive. After all, while the Southwestern Marquis was highly respected, he also had many enemies. Lin Yu might even be mistaken for a spy.

  Though Lin Yu knew he wasn’t a spy, expining himself would be difficult. So, he had the servants set up a makeshift stove outside.

  The efficy of the Southwestern Marquis Manor’s servants was impeccable. But what made Lin Yu envious was their decision to use Spirit Stone fragments as fuel—a dispy of extreme luxury.

  Spirit Stone fragments, when polished, became Spirit s. Ten Spirit s equaled one Spirit Stone. For this single meal, dozens of Spirit Stone fragments were burned as fuel.

  “Even in another world, poverty still limits my imagination,” Lin Yu sighed inwardly. His gaze then fell on Situ Deng, who was standing nearby. After a moment’s thought, Lin Yu said, “Young master, do you have a problem with me?”

  The oil in the wok was just heating up, giving Lin Yu a moment to address the issue. Situ Deng had been staring at him since he entered, and while Lin Yu reparing the ingredients, he felt as if someone was scrutinizing him under a magnifying gss. It was unfortable.

  Only ter did Lin Yu realize that Situ Deng harbored hostility toward him. The problem was, Lin Yu didn’t even know who Situ Deng was.

  What’s this guy’s deal?

  Situ Deng turned his head away arrogantly and snorted. “A try bumpkin who doesn’t even know how to cook a chi. I have no opinion of you—you’re not worth it.”

  His words dripped with the dession of an upper-oble looking down on a oner. Even Nan Zhan, who had risen from humble beginnings, felt a pang of disfort. He said coolly, “Situ Deng, watch your tone.”

  Qin Caiyun, however, smiled and said, “Marquis, Situ is still young. It’s normal for him to be a bit hot-headed. We shouldn’t bme him—after all, he’s only thinking of Ziyan.”

  Though Situ Deng had failed to get Nan Ziyan to eat after years of effort, Qin Caiyun appreciated his dedication. While Situ Deng was indeed a bit arrogant, she sidered it a minor fw.

  Nan Zhan frowned. “Just don’t anger Master Lin.”

  Even he found Lin Yu’s methods a bit unventional. While Lin Yu’s movements were smooth and precise, none of his steps matched what Nan Zhan had seen before. He had witnessed many chefs at work, but Lin Yu was the only one he couldn’t figure out.

  Yet, Lin Yu was their only hope. If Lin Yu truly had the skills, Nan Zhan didn’t want to risk offending him.

  These ary masters always have the quirkiest personalities.

  Qin Caiyun chuckled. “Master Lin is so talented and has such a good temperament. He probably won’t mind Situ’s words… Besides, a little rivalry between young people is normal.”

  Situ Deng, initially nervous after seeing Nan Zhan’s displeasure, felt emboldened by Qin Caiyun’s support. He decred proudly, “Madam is right! I’ll prove my skills with my cooking!”

  “Ziyan will o my food. What happened earlier was just a fluke! Even if it wasn’t, it was just a ce. Ziyan would never eat the food of a try bumpkin!” Situ Deng’s words were dripping with disdain, directly beling Lin Yu as a try bumpkin.

  Lin Yu couldn’t help but frown…

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