Chapter 479: Why are you so nervous about cooking?

Looking blankly and sluggishly at Ye Changqing, seeing the ghost cook’s appearance, Ye Changqing shook his head and continued with the next steps.

The beef was first passed through oil and stir-fried once; only then would the beef be fragrant.

Watching Ye Changqing’s skilled technique, the ghost cook’s eyes were already wide open.

The exquisite mastery of the heat, the skilled flipping technique—all of it made the ghost cook marvel.

And as the fragrance of the beef was stimulated, the ghost cook couldn't help but sniff his nose.

"So fragrant."

He had never thought that he, as an evil spirit, would one day feel his appetite whetted by human food.

Watching the stir-fried magic beef, which was colorful, fragrant, and delicious, coming out of the pan, the ghost cook couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Since he had already made it, Ye Changqing simply made ten plates, enough for everyone in the Dao One Sect to eat.

In a ghost-possessed manner, the ghost cook reached out to taste a piece, but just as he made the move, a long sword was placed in front of him.

"I advise you not to have any inappropriate thoughts."

Xu Jie said coldly. This is our meal, are you qualified to eat it?

Looking at the long sword emitting a cold aura, the ghost cook was stunned for a moment, then sheepishly withdrew his hand.

"Aren't you going to make it?"

He had already finished one dish, but the ghost cook had been frozen on the spot without any movement. Ye Changqing asked curiously.

Hearing this, the ghost cook opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. Seeing this, Ye Changqing smiled and didn't pursue it, but continued to busy himself.

There was no need to continue the competition at this point; Ye Changqing proceeded to make five simple home-style dishes.

The portions were generous, and the ghost chef, having witnessed the entire process, was now utterly dejected.

"Serve the food."

He said to Xu Jie and the others with a smile. Hearing this, they naturally had no complaints; serving food was the task they were most willing to do.

"You got it."

They ran toward the front hall, brimming with excitement, carrying the dishes.

As for Ye Changqing, who remained behind, he looked at the ghost chef and said.

"Could you make a dish for me to taste?"

He was still quite curious about the ghost chef's skills, but the ghost chef shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"No, no, no, how could I dare to embarrass myself?"

"It's fine, just consider it a normal exchange, an exchange between chefs."

Ye Changqing said with an indifferent smile. Hearing this, the ghost chef looked up, cast a complex glance at him, and then nodded slowly.

In the kitchen, the ghost chef finally began to work, while Ye Changqing stood to the side, silent, watching quietly.

One could see the gap just from the knife work.

Although the ghost chef's speed was not slow, compared to Ye Changqing, he was clearly several levels behind.

Next was the precision of the meat slices; although he tried his best, he still could not achieve the perfection Ye Changqing possessed.

While Ye Changqing waited to taste the ghost chef's craft, in the front hall, Qi Xiong and the others were also waiting impatiently for the meal to begin.

Seeing Qi Xiong and the others sitting restlessly, Yin Chen said with a huff.

"Hmph, and these are Human Sages? Have you never eaten before?"

His words were filled with disdain; to think these so-called Human Sages could be so greedy for a mere meal.

Even the three Great Sages, Yu Bo and the others, were the same.

Facing Yin Chen's disdain and mockery, Qi Xiong had no intention of paying him any mind. At any other time, he would have certainly retorted, but now, who had the energy to waste words on him?

Just as the words fell, a rich fragrance wafted over from the kitchen.

Smelling the aroma, Qi Xiong and the others were all filled with excitement.

"It's here, it's here."

Watching the excitement of the crowd, Yin Chen, who had previously turned up his nose, twitched his nose and muttered to himself.

"So fragrant."

Then, looking toward the kitchen, he saw Xu Jie and the others walking in quickly, carrying plates of delicious food.

"Sect Master, Master, it's ready."

"Quick, quick, bring it over."

Everyone was already impatient, and as the dishes were placed on the table, the fragrance became truly irresistible.

Yin Chen stretched his neck out long, extending a full four or five meters from the next table, his eyes fixed intently on the food.

He brazenly tried to inhale the scent, but unfortunately, just as he took a breath, before he could even savor it, Qi Xiong grabbed him by the neck.

"Get lost."

With a slap, he knocked Yin Chen's head aside. You were just being snide, and now you want to smell my food? Keep dreaming.

Dazed and dizzy, Yin Chen shook his head, regained his senses, and shouted angrily.

"Qi Xiong, what are you doing?"

"What are *you* doing?"

"I... I was just looking at you humans' food, what's the problem?"

"Get lost."

Qi Xiong couldn't be bothered with him, because Hong Zun and the others had already started using their chopsticks. Although the portions Ye Changqing made were not small, for the people of the Dao One Sect, no amount was ever enough.

As long as it was made by Ye Changqing, no amount was enough.

Watching the delicacies on the plates vanish rapidly—in the time it took to turn his head to speak, the stir-fried demon beef was already more than half gone.

Qi Xiong grew anxious.

"Damn it, slow down, you guys."

"We're already going slow."

Hong Zun said with his mouth full of food, his voice muffled. In his agitation, Qi Xiong simply picked up the plate and started dumping it onto his own.

"Damn it, Senior Brother, do you have no sense of decorum?"

"To hell with decorum. I am the Senior Brother, and my rules are the rules."

"If you're going to be like that, then I..."

Seeing Qi Xiong act this way, Hong Zun and the others were not to be outdone.

Hong Zun grabbed the tomato and eggs in front of him, while Qing Shi was quick-handed and snatched a plate of ghost pepper shredded meat.

Seeing this, the remaining Mo Yun, Qin Long, and others grew anxious.

One by one, they reached out to snatch the food.

Watching the group of Human Sages fighting over a plate of food, the nearby Yin Chen and his companions felt an unbearable itch.

Firstly, the aroma was too enticing, and secondly, seeing Hong Zun and the others eating so heartily made the ghosts want to drool.

They wanted to lean in to smell it, and even thought about whether they could taste a bite.

But just as their necks stretched out less than half a meter, a blade flashed by, startling Yin Chen so much that his hair stood on end.

Narrowly dodging the blade, Yin Chen turned his head and glared at Qin Shanhai, who had just taken a sip of soup and couldn't help but cough twice.

"Qin Shanhai, what are you doing?"

"Cough, cough. If you dare stretch your dog head over here again, I will surely cut you down."

"You..."

Knowing that Qin Shanhai was a madman, Yin Chen felt angry but had no choice, so he could only retract his head in deep frustration.

However, his gaze remained fixed on Hong Zun and the others; if one looked closely, one could see him constantly swallowing his saliva.

The front hall was in a frenzy, while in the kitchen, the ghost chef, having finished a plate of stir-fried demon beef, was nervously watching Ye Changqing, who was about to taste it.

Seeing him covered in sweat, Ye Changqing picked up his chopsticks and asked curiously.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just nervous. Senior, please taste it and tell me if there's anything that needs improvement."

"Is it really that serious? And do ghosts even sweat?"

"It's not sweat, it's condensed ghost energy..."