Chapter 1778: Did I really see a ghost?

This kind of enjoyment can only be understood, not spoken.

Huh???

Upon hearing the Fifth Elder's words, Manager Li was completely bewildered—what utter nonsense, he couldn't understand a word this old geezer was saying.

Looking again at the Fifth Elder with his eyes closed, shaking his head and swaying, looking utterly delighted—is he possessed or what?

I always feel that today's Fifth Elder is completely different from before—just weird.

And just as Manager Li was puzzled, the medicinal cuisine aroma drifting from the kitchen was finally noticed by him.

Huh???

The aroma entered his nose; Manager Li had wanted to say something, but as the words reached his lips, he froze.

This taste................

Originally founded on medicinal cuisine, the Hall of Longevity meant Manager Li was naturally extremely familiar with the taste of medicinal cuisine.

Across the Immortal Realm, I wouldn't dare say whose Immortal Chef's skill is the best, but if we speak only of medicinal cuisine, our Hall of Longevity would claim second place, and absolutely no one would dare claim first.

The Hall of Longevity's Immortal Chefs have built up their research on medicinal cuisine over many years.

But at this moment, this medicinal cuisine aroma left Manager Li unable to help but stand there dazed; this fragrance seems even richer than that made by the Hall of Longevity's Immortal Chefs.

I don't know about the efficacy, but this aroma seems better than that of the Hall of Longevity.

His gaze unconsciously turned to the kitchen; this aroma was drifting out from the kitchen, and right now only Ye Zhangqing was inside.

In other words, this aroma was made by that kid?

A flash of incredulous doubt crossed Manager Li's eyes; previously he thought Ye Zhangqing was too arrogant, not even using immortal beast ingredients yet wanting to save people, lowering his impression of him considerably.

But now, with the appearance of this aroma, Manager Li feels that his conclusion might have been too hasty.

What does this culinary art focus on? Isn't it just color, aroma, and taste?

A chef capable of producing such an enticing aroma—how could his culinary skill be poor?

Moreover, this is medicinal cuisine; the aroma of medicinal cuisine is even harder to control.

After all, various medicinal herbs are added, and during production one must also balance the medicinal flavors of these herbs.

One must not damage the herbs' efficacy while also finding a way to make the taste delicious—this truly tests the culinary skill.

This is also why the Hall of Longevity's medicinal cuisine is so renowned in the Immortal Realm.

Relying solely on this skill in medicinal cuisine, the Hall of Longevity can reap profits overflowing; this requires effort and research.

But right now, this kid seems to have something.

Manager Li being like this, the Fifth Elder is even more eager—this aroma is simply tempting.

Most importantly, right now no one is competing with him for it.

Unlike when at the Guo family, having a meal there is a hassle—you have to queue, be careful not to break the rules, and one slip could even trigger the Three Ancestors' seal.

Then it'd be like the Grand Elder—getting slapped away every few days, then having to lie in bed to recover for several days.

Right now it's just me alone, so I can eat however I want.

The Fifth Elder was thinking just that, and at the same moment Ye Zhangqing happened to walk out of the kitchen.

Seeing Ye Zhangqing, the Fifth Elder instantly broke into a grin, because Ye Zhangqing was holding a casserole in his hands.

"I'm coming, I'm coming..............."

Without Ye Zhangqing needing to say anything, the Fifth Elder himself rose to meet him.

Taking the casserole with a beaming face, he sat back on the stone stool, his mouth almost splitting up to his ears.

And Ye Zhangqing took another pot to Luo Jiuyou's room.

This pot should be enough to wake Luo Jiuyou up; as for his internal injuries and severed meridians, after a few days of gradual nurturing, he should pretty much recover.

Ye Zhangqing went to the room; in the courtyard, the Fifth Elder's eyes lit up as he stared at the casserole before him.

Inside the casserole was a milky-white broth, with chunks of demon beast meat of equal size and various medicinal ingredients faintly visible.

The medicinal ingredients' flavor and the food's aroma mixed together; not only did it not smell unpleasant, it actually blended into a completely new fragrance.

Just smelling it makes one feel refreshed and delighted; anyway, the Fifth Elder doesn't know how to describe it.

"What are you doing?"

Just as the Fifth Elder took a deep breath, about to dig in, he opened his eyes and saw only Manager Li's old face.

That head had already reached the front of his casserole; the two of their heads each occupied half, completely filling the casserole.

Seeing this, the Fifth Elder frowned and spoke unhappily.

I'm about to start eating—what are you sticking your head in for?

Faced with the Fifth Elder's question, Manager Li paid no heed, his eyes wide and locked onto that casserole.

His eyes full of shock— as the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, experts see the subtleties; the Fifth Elder perhaps merely thought this pot of medicinal cuisine was damn fragrant.

But Manager Li, as the steward of the Hall of Longevity, although his culinary skill might not match those Immortal Chefs of the Hall, he at least understood a bit of culinary art.

Besides, having seen much, he naturally understood what was going on.

So Manager Li clearly understood that the value of this pot of medicinal cuisine was absolutely not as simple as the Fifth Elder thought.

Put it this way, this pot of medicinal cuisine might not even be something the Hall of Longevity's Immortal Chefs could necessarily make.

Not mentioning the efficacy, since he hasn't tasted it yet, but in other aspects it's already so flawless that Manager Li couldn't find any fault.

Could this kid's culinary skill really be that outrageous?

His feelings were a mixed bag; previously he had looked down on Ye Zhangqing, but in an instant he was slapped in the face.

This kid's culinary skill left Manager Li utterly shocked—how could this be mere overconfidence? It was pure confidence in his own culinary skill.

Without ability, that's self‑humiliation; with ability, that's confidence.

Watching Manager Li motionless, staring blankly at the pot of medicinal cuisine on the table, the Fifth Elder had merely been frowning before.

But when he saw the saliva about to drip from Manager Li's mouth corner, he went numb all over.

He immediately shoved Manager Li's head aside and snapped angrily.

"Watch out, your saliva is about to drip into the pot."

"Slurp............ Sorry, I couldn't help it, Brother Guo. We've known each other for quite a while, haven't we?"

"Hmm, it's been a few hundred years."

"Then this pot of medicinal stew, I................."

"What did you just say?"

"I said this pot of medicinal stew................."

"The previous sentence."

"I said we've known each other for quite a while, haven't we?"

"Fellow Daoist, who are you? This old man doesn't know you."

"Seeing Manager Li's gleaming eyes, the Fifth Elder knew what he was thinking. It's not easy to finally be able to eat a meal in peace without having to fight others for it, and you still want to get a share? That's quite a nice thought."

"He gave Elder Li no chance at all; while speaking, the Fifth Elder had already tightly clasped the sandpot in his arms."