Bai Zihan watched with amusement as the kitchen staff descended into utter chaos.
He then grabbed two plates—one for himself and one for Luo Qing.
As he turned, he saw Luo Qing staring at him.
She knew Bai Zihan better than anyone else present and was certain that he had never stepped into a kitchen before.
Heck! She was sure he didn’t even know what the ingredients looked like or what they were for.
Even roasting a simple piece of meat should have been impossible for such a pampered lord.
Bai Zihan raised an eyebrow.
“Oie!”
Luo Qing’s gaze snapped up to meet his.
He smirked and held out the plate toward her.
“Here. Try it!”
Luo Qing hesitated for a brief moment but then reached forward and took the plate.
Carefully, she picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks and took a bite.
The moment it hit her tongue—
Her eyes widened slightly.
It was so flavorful, so different from anything she had ever eaten before.
“…It’s good,” Luo Qing said, feeling how unbelievable it was.
Not only could the young master cook, but his dish was far better than anything the Bai family’s chefs had ever made.
“Hah! Of course it is!”
Bai Zihan said arrogantly.
He took a bite of his own meal, savoring the flavor.
(Yes! This is what I’m talking about!)
Although he wouldn’t call this his best dish, lacking many ingredients to make it the same as the one on Earth.
Despite the lack of certain ingredients, the ingredients used were of premium quality, making it great.
Bai Zihan grinned to himself, pleased with his decision.
As he ate, he glanced back at the kitchen staff.
Most kitchen staff were frantically taking notes, trying to figure out what Bai Zihan had done differently.
The head chef, Chen Guang, was also one of them.
As someone who loved and took pride in cooking, he was always eager to learn. If someone was better, he would naturally try to learn from them.
However, knowing Bai Zihan’s status, he couldn’t possibly ask him to teach. His time was far too valuable.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t analyze the dish the young master had made.
(Those ingredients… By themselves, they are considered unappetizing by most. But mix them together, and a unique flavor is born.)
Chen Guang thought as he noted down all the ingredients Bai Zihan had used.
Bai Zihan leaned back, tapping his chopsticks against his empty plate with a satisfied sigh.
Luo Qing, having finished her portion as well, looked satisfied.
But Bai Zihan noticed something.
Despite finishing her food, her fingers still lightly gripped her chopsticks.
(Hoh~? So, she wants more?)
Well, his stomach wasn’t fully satisfied either.
Moreover, with a cultivator’s body, eating even twenty pounds of food wouldn’t be an issue.
Then he turned his attention to the still-kneeling Head Chef, Chen Guang, whose face was a complex mix of awe and determination.
“Well, Chef?”
Bai Zihan tapped his plate lightly.
“What do you think of my cooking?”
Chen Guang’s body trembled.
Then—
With a deep breath, he slowly raised his head, his eyes full of respect and humility.
“Young Master… how?”
His voice was no longer desperate or panicked. Instead, it carried a genuine sense of wonder and disbelief.
“How did you—no, where did you learn to cook like this?”
His eyes narrowed slightly, scanning Bai Zihan as if he harbored secrets beyond comprehension.
“This technique… These unique yet harmonious flavors… It’s unlike anything I have ever encountered.”
Chen Guang bowed his head deeply.
“This dish… It has shown me flavors I never imagined possible.”
“I have spent my entire life refining my craft, yet… I now realize that I have only been scratching the surface of what food can truly be.”
He looked up, his eyes burning with passion.
“Young Master Bai! Please accept my utmost respect!”
Bai Zihan burst into laughter.
“Haha! Of course! Of course! This young master is amazing at everything!”
His arrogance was so thick that the servants had to resist the urge to roll their eyes.
But even they couldn’t deny it—the dish Bai Zihan made was something out of this world.
He stood up, placing his plate down.
“This is just the beginning!”
He pointed a dramatic finger at the kitchen staff.
“Remember how I made this dish and try to recreate it!”
With Head Chef skill, Bai Zihan was certain that he could mimic his cooking in a few tries.
And it wasn’t as if he had made a complex dish that required exceptional skill—he didn’t have that himself.
All he needed was to understand the ingredients and how to combine them.
The chefs nodded furiously, some clutching their notebooks like they had just obtained sacred scripture.
Bai Zihan grinned, but then his expression turned serious.
He glanced at the various ingredients in the kitchen.
There was no flour and no proper seasoning, but he could work with that.
(Fine. I’ll introduce them to a whole new world of food.)
“Listen up!”
Bai Zihan clapped his hands, gathering everyone’s attention.
“I’m not done yet.”
Bai Zihan cracked his knuckles.
“I’ll show you a variety of dishes. Try to remember how I cook them!”
(If these people can learn to recreate these dishes, then I can eat them anytime I want in the future.)
With a smug grin, he turned back toward the kitchen.
“Alright! It’s time to make fried chicken!”
***
By the time Bai Zihan was done, he had cooked nearly ten different dishes, and every single one was eaten clean.
He himself had likely consumed around ten pounds of food, yet his body felt no discomfort.
Indeed, it was good to have a cultivator’s body.
The Head Chef and the kitchen staff were utterly bewildered, some even beginning to see Bai Zihan as a god of cooking.
Just as he finished his meal, a servant approached him with a message.
Bai Zihan didn’t even need to hear the words—just by looking at the servant, he knew who the sender was.
This was the servant who exclusively served the head of the Bai Clan—his father.
“The Clan Leader is looking for you, young master!”
