Chapter 322: Chapter 329: Foodie Women are Indeed Crazy! (Second Update)
Translator: 549690339
Seeing Wan Ru already digging in, the other female disciples from Spiritual Studies Palace exchanged glances. One of them stepped forward and, in virtually no time, a crowd had formed around Yang Zhen.
Hu Tao glanced up but ignored them, continuing to eat her meal. One set of chopsticks clearly wasn’t enough for her; she used her left hand to add ingredients and her right hand to eagerly stuff her mouth with food.
Yang Zhen, with his mouth agape in surprise, heard what Wan Ru had said and responded in a daze, “Spicing it up yourself makes it crazy hot.”
Wan Ru exclaimed in surprise and scooped out a generous helping of spicy sauce, startling Yang Zhen.
Before he had a chance to warn her, Wan Ru dumped the sauce into the pot, stirred it, sampled it, and her eyes immediately lit up.
Yang Zhen could hardly believe that Wan Ru could actually eat something so incredibly spicy. Not only did her eyes twinkle eagerly, she seemed even more excited than if she had seen a pile of crystal rocks. Her saliva was practically oozing out of her mouth.
On watching Wan Ru unilaterally altering her hot pot to an intolerably spicy level, Hu Tao protested loudly, pointing at her: “Liang Wanru, how could you do this? You added so much spicy sauce! How are we supposed to eat that?”
The other girls tasted it and immediately felt the heat, their eyes wide with anger they turned to Liang Wanru and said: “Exactly, Senior Sister Wan Ru! You’ve completely ruined a perfectly good pot!”
Continuing to stuff her mouth with spicy mutton, Liang Wanru mumbled in response, “How…how could this be a waste? This is how food should be consumed to really enjoy it. Hurry up and eat. If you don’t, I’ll finish it myself.”
“No way!” Hu Tao exclaimed, her eyes bulging. Suddenly an idea struck her: “Dilute it. Yes, diluting it will make it less spicy. Quick, find some water.”
“Who dares!” snapped Liang Wanru defensively. “I am your senior sister. Let’s see who has the guts to add water to it.”
“Senior sister, don’t push us. We want to eat too. We’ve never tasted anything so delicious.”
“Yes, it’s not only delicious but also satisfying. The most important thing is that the Qi in these spiritual ingredients is preserved so well. The things we usually eat, even when we are full, we can’t feel the presence of True Essence. But with this spicy mutton hot pot, a single bite can make me feel the presence of True Essence. I’ve decided, from now on, I’ll only eat this spicy hot pot!”
“Xiao Cui, if you dare to add water, I’ll duel with you!”
“Senior Sister Wan Ru, I don’t want to add it either, but it’s what everyone wants. Do you want to duel with all of us?”
“Sure, we’re not scared of you, Senior Sister Wan Ru!”
Yang Zhen stood in the crowd unable to make his way in, confusedly watching a group of food-obsessed women. He broke into a cold sweat. Women and food —a truly insane combination!
Like Yang Zhen, everyone else looked shocked. Although they had already sensed that this thing called spicy hot pot was delicious, they had underestimated just how delicious it was. Could it really be that good?
Every one of them watched, flabbergasted, as the group of women scrambled for food. They swallowed hard and, after exchanging glances, slowly made their way toward the hot pot.
The other two Spiritual Meal Masters were so baffled they had no interest in making any more food. They stared blankly at the crowd surrounding them, obviously clueless about what was happening.
Their assistants also had a bewildered expression on their faces. Lu Benwei even muttered to himself, came out of the crowd, and stood on tiptoe to peer in. When he still couldn’t see, he surprisingly flew up half-way into the sky using his flying sword and looked down.
Splat!
A drop of saliva fell, landing right on the neck of one of the practitioners on the ground. The practitioner cringed suspiciously before looking up in anger, pointing at Lu Benwei hovering half-way up in the air, and yelled, “Dammit, you get down here right now!”
The scene was getting more chaotic, especially with Nong Yu, who was big and tall. She roughly pushed aside two female disciples from Spiritual Studies Palace, completely disregarding any form of politeness, grabbed two chopsticks, and began fishing for food in the hot pot.
Yang Zhen watched from the outside, unable to hold back his annoyance. He called out, “You all can start another one if you want and season it to your own… Woah… preference…”
Boom !
Next to the kitchen, everyone was roused. After hearing Yang Zhen’s words, even the two Spiritual Meal Masters couldn’t resist grabbing a pot and reaching into the clay jars.
“Dammit, stop! Can’t you use a spoon? Isn’t it gross?”
A Practitioner nearby swatted that person’s hand away.
Yang Zhen took a deep breath, slowly walked to the side, and sat down, watching with interest as a group of people ate hot pot.
Although the food here was all about Spirituality Meal, tasty things were really scarce. Many of the spiritual materials were poorly handled, not only messing up the delicious flavor, but also wasting the Heaven and Earth Qi hidden in them due to the wrong heating.
Yang Zhen’s hot pot seemingly kicked off a gluttonous feast of pleasure, enlightening everyone that Spiritual Meal could be enjoyed in this way!
Belch !
Patting her belly, Hu Tao made her way in front of Yang Zhen with a series of full burps. She put her arm around Yang Zhen’s shoulder and asked, “Yang Dingtian, how did you think of this method?”
Yang Zhen pouted and looked at Hu Tao, asking, “So, has the Food God ever lied to you?”
With an excited expression, Hu Tao said, “Do you know? Your spicy hot pot will surely shock the Spiritual Meal Masters. This way of eating is unheard of. You’ve opened a door to endless possibilities for the Spiritual Meal!”
“Good to hear, good to hear. But remember, once this thing gets out, it must be called Dingtian Spicy Hot Pot!”
“Why?” Hu Tao was dumbfounded, looking puzzled at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen gave Hu Tao a sidelong glance and said, “For branding! How can you lack basic business sense? The spicy sauce is my exclusive secret recipe. If anyone wants to join us in the future, we can just sell them the spicy sauce and not the recipe. Won’t the crystals then flow in?”
Hu Tao’s eyes grew round in surprise, and she slapped Yang Zhen’s shoulder, exclaiming, “Yang Dingtian, you are a genius. Let’s not join the Spiritual Studies Palace, okay? Let’s find a secluded place and…and I will be your Dao partner, and together we will make Dingtian Spicy Hot Pot famous?”
Yang Zhen jumped in shock, looking at the flushed but excited Hu Tao, he said in amazement, “You’re giving yourself to me like this?”
Hu Tao glared, “Didn’t you say, once a woman eats this food, she won’t be able to resist giving herself to you? I can’t hold back now, if… if you don’t want me, what am I going to do if I want to eat spicy hot pot in the future, you… you can’t abandon me after taking advantage.”
When Yang Zhen heard the term “take advantage and abandon”, he nearly cursed. Damn it, how did it come to this?
Seeing Hu Tao about to come close, Yang Zhen hurriedly pushed her away and said, “Stop, stop, stop, you’re young. Why are you thinking about finding a Dao partner? Didn’t you learn the recipe? Don’t tell me you forgot.”
Hu Tao looked oddly at Yang Zhen, pouting and said, “So I am not pretty enough?”
“This has nothing to do with whether you’re pretty or not. Dammit, you’re too young. I’d feel guilty.” Yang Zhen quickly dismissed the idea, as he was not a Lolicon.
“Where am I too young?” Hu Tao looked puzzled, Yang Zhen really had no heart to break it to her.
At this moment, Senior Sister Wan Ru walked over. With a flushed face and a satisfied expression, she said to Yang Zhen, “From now on, you, Yang Dingtian, will be the head chef of the kitchen. Hu Tao will be your assistant. Each month… three thousand crystals a month, how about that?”
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned, and the looks they showed Yang Zhen full of admiration.
Yang Zhen’s face lit up. He didn’t care much about the three thousand crystals, which was negligible to him. What he cared about in that moment was whether Little Ling’s comment, that a Spiritual Meal Master could freely attend the longevity meeting, was true.
If it was, that would be just perfect. He would surely be able to see the girls.
Before Yang Zhen had a chance to respond, a sneaky figure suddenly flit through the kitchen.. Yang Zhen looked up and his eyes widened in surprise, “Jian Mao(the nickname of a cat)!”