Chapter 34

"Glowing cuisine, truly terrifying."

Ye Xuan swallowed the slice of meat in his mouth and took a deep breath.

It was hard to imagine that he, who could completely ignore the temptation of even the shards of the Jewel of Four Souls, would find himself involuntarily immersed in it after eating the glowing cuisine.

If someone were to make a move on him at this moment, even he would likely be unable to break free in the first instance.

"How is it? Isn't it amazing?"

Lin Miao looked at Ye Xuan expectantly, waiting for his evaluation.

"I have once again confirmed my thought that you will become the strongest chef on Blue Star."

"If the future me possesses the power to ignore everyone, I would snatch you away from the Tianshuju without hesitation, just to have you cook for me alone."

Ye Xuan did not hide his thoughts, or perhaps one could call it desire, in front of Lin Miao.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

In the past, he had few requirements for the taste of food; as long as it wasn't too unpalatable, he could swallow it calmly. But now, after eating the glowing cuisine Lin Miao had prepared, he feared it would be difficult for him to eat those ordinary foods with indifference in the future.

Although it is said that after a long time, once his body forgets the taste of the glowing cuisine, he would be able to recover his past sense of taste and no longer be picky; but being able to eat more delicious cuisine, who would be willing to eat something inferior?

He was not an ascetic monk pursuing spiritual transcendence and enduring suffering.

It was just that Lin Miao was, after all, a collaborator of the Tianshuju and a holder of Myriad Realms treasures; her own value in Da Xia was also very high.

Although he had developed such thoughts because of the glowing cuisine, it did not mean he would do so now, or could do so.

And when Lin Miao heard these words from Ye Xuan, her whole body froze instantly.

Her cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then that blush quickly spread to her earlobes, and even her neck, until finally, even her fingertips seemed to be stained with a faint pink.

Her heartbeat quickened uncontrollably, her mind was in chaos, and she waved her hands and shook her head in a panic, saying incoherently:

"You, you, you... are you confessing to me?"

"No, that won't do, that won't do, I haven't prepared myself yet, and we've only known each other for two days, we aren't familiar at all..."

Lin Miao's voice grew smaller and smaller, until it finally turned into a murmur; her fingers were unconsciously twisted together, her eyes darting around, not daring to look at Ye Xuan's face at all.

She was incredibly shy.

"It has nothing to do with lust, it is merely a possessiveness for a chef capable of making glowing cuisine."

Ye Xuan glanced at her, shook his head, and said.

Although his body was at a youthful age, compared to women, power held a greater attraction for him.

And just as Lin Miao said, they had only known each other for two days; how could he possibly develop such feelings for Lin Miao?

It was simply a pure possessiveness for a chef capable of making glowing cuisine.

"So, you want me to become your private chef?"

After hearing Ye Xuan's words, the blush on Lin Miao's face faded slightly, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief in her heart.

Although Ye Xuan was excellent, confessing or something like that—two days was really too fast; at least two months would be needed.

However, after knowing Ye Xuan's true meaning, she couldn't help but feel a trace of inexplicable disappointment in her heart.

Lin Miao shook her head, threw these messy thoughts out of her mind, and then looked at Ye Xuan and said.

"You can understand it that way, but in reality, it would be even more excessive."

"I cannot be certain whether the future me will be like that."

The strong have a desire to possess beautiful things, and Ye Xuan is the same, only that he can suppress it for now.

But as his own power continues to grow stronger in the future, there will no longer be any people or objects in the world that can make Ye Xuan feel concerned; whether he will still be able to suppress his own desires at that time, he cannot guarantee.

The time for a meal passed in silence.

After finishing his meal, Ye Xuan prepared to tidy up the bowls and plates to wash them, but just as he picked up a bowl, Lin Miao stopped him, snatched the bowl from his hand, and pushed him out without giving him a chance to say a word.

"..."

Ye Xuan was a bit confused, standing outside the door, unable to react for a moment.

No, under normal circumstances, shouldn't the person who didn't do anything wash the dishes?

Why did Lin Miao push him out?

Could it be because Lin Miao learned culinary arts from a young age? But a chef should be the one who hates washing dishes the most, right?

Ye Xuan couldn't understand, but since Lin Miao had pushed him out, it was impossible for him to rush to do it.

It just so happened that the spiritual energy contained in the mutant creature's flesh and blood was completely stimulated under the stimulation of the glowing cuisine; even he felt that a significant amount of energy had accumulated in his body after finishing this meal.

He could take this opportunity to cultivate and completely absorb this energy.

Thinking this, Ye Xuan stopped dwelling on it, turned around and returned to his bedroom, sat cross-legged, and began to circulate the spiritual power in his body.

As his breathing gradually stabilized, the surrounding air seemed to become more tranquil, and the warm energy in his body derived from the cuisine was flowing slowly, traveling along the meridians, and finally gathering in the dantian.

Under the circulation of spiritual power, a faint cyan light gradually emerged on the surface of Ye Xuan's body.

At the same time, inside the kitchen.

While washing the dishes, Lin Miao also felt the spiritual energy in the air constantly gathering in one direction; and that direction was the direction of Ye Xuan's bedroom.

"What a cultivation fanatic..."

She muttered in a low voice, her tone carrying a hint of complaint, but more of an inexplicable gentleness.

Although she didn't know why Ye Xuan was so obsessed with power, she had never thought of disturbing him; pushing him out just now was only because she felt it was her duty.

Ye Xuan was responsible for hunting, and she was responsible for cooking.

Washing dishes, naturally, should also be her task.

She didn't know about others, but that was how she felt, and she didn't think it was much trouble.

"However, what he said just now... it really makes one feel a bit concerned."

While wiping the bowl, Lin Miao recalled those words of Ye Xuan, and a blush couldn't help but appear on her face again.

Even more excessive than asking her to be his private chef—did he want her to become his possession?

Her father and mother seemed to be like that; because her mother had eaten the cuisine her father made, she directly bought the shop her father had previously opened, and even chased after her father, allowing her father to only cook for her alone in the future.

"Hmph, and he said it was different, it was clearly the same."

"Forget it, I won't think about it, anyway, I just need to do my cooking."

"What kind of breakfast should I make tomorrow?"

Lin Miao hummed softly, as if she had figured something out, a smile hung on her face again, and she began to think about what kind of cuisine she should make tomorrow morning.

(End of chapter)