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Everyone was watching Yang Zhen, including Hu Tao and the two Spiritual Meal Masters, because no one had ever seen a Spiritual Meal prepared as Yang Zhen was doing.
But after Yang Zhen finished, he actually plopped down on a chair and started waiting, even closing his eyes.
âWhy is he⦠closing his eyes again, could it be that this kind of Spiritual Meal requires mental control?â
âDamn, Iâm seeing a mind-controlled Spiritual Meal for the first time. I intended to sneakily learn a thing or two to prepare for my Senior Sister, now what am I supposed to learn?â
âIdiot, obviously itâs for secrecy!â
âThen how does Hu Tao learn?â
He could teach her privately, while having a meal⦠while enjoying a hot spicy soup, they could even chat about life, how comfortable would it be?â
Huh? That bastard Yang Dingtian is doing this on purpose!â
Just as the crowd was in heated discussion, suddenly a spicy aroma wafted over, causing everyoneâs faces to change.
âWhat is this smell?â
A spicy and refreshing fragrance, like a mischievous woman or a handsome man, gently floated in front of everyone, winking at them which made their heartstrings stir. But after teasing, it left!
It left!
Everyone who smelled this spicy and refreshing scent froze in surprise, their mouths watering. Some even drooled a little, staring blankly at the pottery jar in front of Yang Zhen with faces of disbelief.
âI⦠I have never wanted to eat something just by smelling it before, so this is how spicy food can be made?â
Subconsciously, everyone took two steps towards the pottery jar, their eyes wide and swallowing their saliva, amidst were people who coughed violently from being choked.
Hu Tao stared at the crowd with vigilance, afraid of anyone rushing up to fight for it, but her eyes were always on the pottery jar in front of her. She swallowed tightly holding Yang Zhenâs hand and said, âItâs so fragrant, so fragrant, Yang â Dingtian, what kind of delicacy have you cooked? Oh my god, Iâ¦I feel my bottleneck loosening. Is there such a delicious dish in the world?â
Yang Zhen quietly withdrew his hand, looking at Hu Tao, excited, jumping, and incredulous, âCalm down, calm down, weâve barely started. This is just the base flavor. Iâll tell you what to do next.â
Hu Taoâs eyes flashed with disbelief. She exclaimed, âThisâ¦not done yet? Thenâ¦what will it taste like when itâs done?â
Yang Zhen was very calm, he was too familiar with this taste, âIt will taste so good that a girl would willinglyâ¦â
To give herself up!â Hu Taoâs eyes widened in shock and surprise.
The crowd was in a heated discussion, the scene was no longer quiet. Even the female disciples of the Spiritual Studies Palace couldnât help but swallow saliva at the scene.
This was too fragrant! If that which could stimulate the appetite in such a way was just the base, what kind of feast would it be when the main recipe comes up?
In the crowd, Wan Ru quietly said to a female disciple next to her âSenior Sister, we should go welcome the other Taoist friends!â
Wan Ru took a deep breath, swallowed her saliva, and serious said to the people behind her, âThis recruitment of Spiritual Meal Masters is related to the longevity celebration, we canât be careless. Letâs wait a moment here to see what Yang Dingtian is going to do. If something happens during the longevity celebration, we canât afford the responsibility!â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYes, Senior Sister Wan Ru is right!â
The rest of them also swallowed their saliva, staring unblinkingly at the pottery jar in front of Yang Zhen.
At this moment, Yang Zhen stood up, took a giant spoon, and went to the pottery jar. After opening the pottery jar, he added some salt and even tasted it.
A pungent, spicy fragrance wafted out. Almost everyone took a deep breath at the same time, then they began to swallow saliva, eagerly looking at Yang Zhenâs reaction.
âPtooey, ptooey, ptooeyâ¦â Yang Zhen quickly spat out the base sauce in his mouth.
Damn, tasting this kind of thing is absolute torment. Just a lick and my whole mouth and tongue are stinging and numb.
He spat it out?
The crowd who saw Yang Zhenâs movement collectively turned pale.
âDid he fail?â
âIt shouldnât be this way. How could something so spicy and delicious possibly
A wave of disappointment washed over the crowd. They shook their heads in regret, staring blankly at Yang Zhen.
Hu Tao had a puzzled look on his face. He extended his fingers into the clay pot and quickly withdrew them, stuffing the entire finger into his mouth.
Everyoneâs heart gave a fierce thud!
Boom??? !
Hu Taoâs hair stood on end. His face visibly reddened at an astonishing rate. With a whoosh, he jumped onto the countertop, grabbed a water pot, and gulp down over half of it! He made a odd face as he turned towards Yang Zhen and sighed, âYang Dingtian, you failed. Although these things contain concentrated energy and could indeed stir up oneâs True Essence when ingested, the flavor is simply too spicy and overpowering. No one can handle it!â
Upon hearing Hu Taoâs words, everyone sighed in disappointment. They shook their heads collectively in regret. If even Hu Tao said it was inedible, then certainly, it was. But it was a shame, considering how delicious it all seemed. Even Wan Ru revealed a hint of disappointment. She stood up regrettably, glancing over again at Yang Zhen. Just as she was about to speak, Yang Zhenâs voice suddenly cut in.
Of course it s inedible now. Dammit! How can you be so rash? This thing needed to be diluted before we could eat it. If not, it would have burned right through our guts!â
Upon hearing his words, Wan Ru suddenly shivered, coughing lightly. She slowly turned back around and sat down on the stool again.
âDilute?â Hu Tao blinked in surprise, then immediately sprung up. âOf course! Dilute it! Why didnât I think of that? Were we supposed to use this for soup?â âYes, and no!â Yang Zhen gave Hu Tao a look, then fetched a large pot and placed it over the fire. After filling the pot with water, he scooped out a chunk of the prepared chili paste from the clay pot and then asked Hu Tao, âDo you want it mildly spicy, super spicy, or absurdly spicy?â
âNo, no, no. Mild is just fine!â Hu Tao seemed to have been scarred by the intense spice.
Yang Zhen burst into laughter. The worldâs first hot pot with spicy hot soup was born!
Seeing the broth in the hot pot bubble and simmer, Yang Zhen hastily pulled Hu Tao to sit. âQuickly chop the meat into thin slices. The thinner, the better. And prepare the rest of the spices. Everything should be neither too big, nor too small. This way, they will cook well and taste good.â
âIs this⦠to be cooked and eaten like this?â
âIs this even edible?â
âOf course! Not just edible, but delicious too!â
âWow! Wait! So we just dip this tornado lamb into the soup and itâs ready? Is it cooked?â
âTry it and see⦠Damn it! Itâs only fair if you leave some for me!â
Everyone was stupefied!
Before their eyes, Yang Zhen and Hu Tao had practically started a feeding frenzy, huffing and puffing, and nearly resorting to fighting over the food. Seeing this spectacle, people began to salivate even more.
â âItâS so delicious⦠even though itâs still spicy after diluting, itâs not unbearable like before⦠I really want to try some!â
âI canât hold back any longer, Iâm starving!â
The audience, mouths watering, quietly murmured. Suddenly, Wan Ru rose to her feet, giving everyone a start.
Before any impression could be made, Wan Ru had already walked over to Yang Zhen and Hu Taoâs side, her left hand holding up her sleeve and her right hand delicately picking up a piece of delicious tornado lamb. The moment she put it into her mouth, everyoneâs eyes widened, their necks craned with anticipation. The room fell silent in an instant, all that was left were the sounds of Yang Zhen and Hu Tao devouring their food.
Hiss!
A sharp intake of breath later, Wan Ruâs eyes suddenly shone brightly. Staring at Yang Zhen, she said, âUm⦠can I have one with absurdly spicy?â