Chapter 897

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

The portions were very generous, and the ghost chef, who had witnessed the entire process, was now completely dejected.

"Serve the dishes."

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

"You got it."

They carried the dishes toward the front hall in high spirits.

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 craft, but the ghost chef shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"No, no, no, how could I dare to make a fool of 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, gave him a complex look, and then nodded slowly.

In the kitchen, the ghost chef finally began to work, while Ye Changqing stood to the side, not speaking, just watching quietly.

One could already 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 slice sizes; although he had tried his best, he still could not achieve the perfection of Ye Changqing.

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.

"Heh, and these are supposed to be Human Sages? Have you never eaten before?"

The words were filled with disdain; look at how greedy these so-called Human Sages had become over a mere meal.

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

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

As soon as the words fell, a rich fragrance wafted over from the back kitchen.

Smelling the fragrance, Qi Xiong and the others were all incredibly excited.

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

Seeing the excited appearance of the crowd, Yin Chen, who had previously turned up his nose, also twitched his nose and muttered to himself.

"So fragrant."

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

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

"Quick, quick, bring it up."

Everyone had long been impatient, and as the dishes were placed on the table, the fragrance became even more irresistible.

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

He wanted to take a bold sniff of the fragrance, but unfortunately, just as he inhaled, before he could even savor it, Qi Xiong grabbed him by the neck.

"Get lost."

With a slap, he knocked Yin Chen's head to the side. You were being snide just a moment ago, and now you want to sniff my food? Keep dreaming.

Dazed and dizzy from the blow, 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 to deal with it, because Until Hong Zun and the others had already started using their chopsticks. Although the portion Ye Changqing made was not small, for the people of the Dao Yi Sect.

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

Watching the food in the plates disappear rapidly—in the time it took to turn his head and say a word, the stir-fried demon beef had already been reduced by more than half.

Qi Xiong grew anxious.

"Damn it, slow down, you guys."

"We're already going very slowly."

Until Hong Zun said with his mouth full of food, speaking unclearly. In a fit of anger, Qi Xiong picked up the plate and started pouring it into his bowl.

"Damn it, Senior Brother, are you still going to follow the rules?"

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

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

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

Until Hong Zun grabbed the tomato scrambled eggs in front of him, while Qingshi was quick-witted and snatched a plate of ghost pepper shredded meat.

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

One by one, they reached out, intending to snatch some.

Watching the group of Human Sages fighting over a plate of food, Yin Chen and the others nearby felt an unbearable itch in their hearts.

First, the smell was too fragrant, and second, watching Until Hong Zun and the others eat so heroically made the ghosts unable to help but swallow their saliva.

They wanted to lean in to smell it again, 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, scaring Yin Chen so much that his hair stood on end.

Barely 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 to stretch your dog head over here again, I will definitely slash you."

"You..."

Knowing that Qin Shanhai was a madman, Yin Chen felt angry but had no choice, so he could only shrink his head back in extreme dejection.

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

The front hall was already in a frenzy of snatching, while inside the back 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 asked curiously as he picked up his chopsticks.

"What's wrong with you?"

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

"Is it really that serious? Being this nervous? And, can ghosts even sweat?"

"It's not sweat, it's condensed ghost energy..." ===== CHAPTER 898 =====