Chapter 1842: Is it not allowed to learn and sell on the spot?

Before the stove, Ye Zhangqing looked at the honeycomb spirit lotus root in front of him with his usual expression.

I've never seen this thing before; it's a food unique to the Immortal Realm, and it doesn't exist in Zhu Tian Wan Jie.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Zhao Qinglin had already begun to handle the honeycomb spirit lotus root.

As the other formal disciples said, Zhao Qinglin knows how to handle this honeycomb spirit lotus root, only his speed is a bit slower.

During the process, Zhao Qinglin also turned his head to glance at Ye Zhangqing.

When he discovered Ye Zhangqing made no move, but instead turned his head to look at him, Zhao Qinglin laughed.

Seeing Ye Zhangqing standing there dazed, the honeycomb spirit lotus root on the stove not moving at all, he knew he had this in the bag.

This brat doesn't even know how to handle ingredients, yet he dares to boast about competing with me in cooking—what a joke.

Fine, fine, fine—I could have died happily before, but now, even Ma Qiankun probably won't say anything more later.

Zhao Qinglin had already devised countless ways to make Ye Zhangqing wish he were dead.

Meanwhile, the people in the courtyard, watching Ye Zhangqing standing there dazed, always looking at Zhao Qinglin, each had different expressions.

Some were contemptuous, some indifferent, and of course some were worried.

The formal disciples who had spoken earlier, seeing Ye Zhangqing still inactive, lost interest one by one.

"Turns out he's just all talk."

"He doesn't know what's good for him."

It seemed they had already decided Ye Zhangqing knew nothing at all; those earlier words were probably just him trying to save his life by talking nonsense.

But this only means the brat will make his own death even more miserable.

Don't you see Ma Qiankun's gaze toward Ye Zhangqing now has become icy cold?

At this moment, Ye Zhangqing's behavior, in Ma Qiankun's view, is practically a mockery, making him feel insulted.

Among the crowd, only Huang Chong wore a worried expression, while his heart was filled with extreme despair.

Now it's over; no one can save Ye Zhangqing—why did he spout those big words earlier?

If he hadn't boasted, hadn't spoken recklessly, but instead humbly admitted defeat, there might still be room for a turnaround.

At worst he'd suffer some fleshly pain—at least he'd preserve his life.

Now it's absolutely certain death; even if Zhao Qinglin doesn't act, Ma Qiankun will probably personally kill Ye Zhangqing.

You earlier spoke with absolute confidence, yet in the end you can't do anything—aren't you just making a fool of Ma Qiankun?

Huang Chong frantically racked his brain for a solution, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't find a single way—it's a dead end, a complete dead end.

No one can save Ye Zhangqing.

At this moment Zhao Qinglin was full of cold sneers, and his hand movements in handling the honeycomb spirit lotus root unconsciously slowed down.

What's wrong with being slow? Even if slower, it's still better than that waste who can't do anything.

As long as I slowly clean this honeycomb spirit lotus root, the outcome will become clear.

However, what Zhao Qinglin didn't expect was that Ye Zhangqing's lack of action was indeed because he doesn't know how to handle the honeycomb spirit lotus root, having never seen it.

And while he kept watching him, he wanted to learn and apply it on the spot—there was no choice, since he'd never seen it before, he could only do that.

Yet Zhao Qinglin, that idiot, actually slowed his speed now, which made Ye Zhangqing inwardly amused.

At such a slow speed, with Ye Zhangqing's eyesight, every detail was clearly visible.

And with Ye Zhangqing's cooking skill, even if it's his first time seeing the honeycomb spirit lotus root, just watching once makes learning it naturally easy.

It's like asking a powerful Immortal Realm cultivator to learn the most basic body-tempering technique.

Even if it's an unfamiliar technique he's never seen, one glance is enough to master it outright, because it's too simple.

At this moment Ye Zhangqing did the same; without Zhao Qinglin noticing, Ye Zhangqing watched his entire process of handling the honeycomb spirit lotus root from start to finish.

First, he cut the honeycomb spirit lotus root into evenly sized small pieces.

When Zhao Qinglin finished the first segment, began the second, and started over again, Ye Zhangqing, who had been motionless, finally moved.

The crowd, who had already given up hope, seeing Ye Zhangqing finally act, couldn't help but jeer.

"Seeking favor by making a scene."

"Just a dying struggle."

"You guys, when someone's about to die, struggling a bit is understandable, but he really is an idiot."

The crowd whispered, while Ye Zhangqing paid no heed.

Following Zhao Qinglin's method, Ye Zhangqing first divided the honeycomb spirit lotus root into equally sized small pieces.

Seeing Ye Zhangqing's technique, the formal disciples who had originally looked down on him suddenly fell silent.

Because that simple technique, in Ye Zhangqing's hands, was so natural it gave a feeling of consummate mastery.

Could such a technique belong to someone who doesn't know cooking?

Something's off—how does this guy suddenly give off a strange feeling?

For a moment, all the formal disciples fixed their gazes on Ye Zhangqing's hand movements, their expressions completely changed, not missing a single detail.

And under the crowd's gaze, Ye Zhangqing acted as if no one else existed, handling the ingredients at his own pace.

Even after just one look, Ye Zhangqing's speed was still much faster than Zhao Qinglin's, and he appeared more comfortable, making the superiority obvious.

"This..............."

"This shouldn't be— isn't this guy clueless about cooking?"

"Was he just pretending earlier?"

"Is this guy sick?"

Watching Ye Zhangqing's practiced motions, he soon finished the first segment of the honeycomb spirit lotus root.

Meanwhile Zhao Qinglin was still working on the second segment, and Ye Zhangqing later caught up, having already matched his progress.

Moreover, throughout the process, the formal disciples didn't notice a single mistake from Ye Zhangqing.

Every aspect could be called standard; even compared to themselves and Ye Zhangqing, they wouldn't dare say they could achieve such perfection.

But how could this be? Earlier, this kid didn't even know Chúyì, right?

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly had an epiphany? Or is it all just an act?

Even Ma Qiankun, who had originally sentenced Ye Zhangqing to death, now seeing this scene, had a complex expression.

He couldn't help but grit his teeth secretly; this kid, does he have some weird taste?

If you know how, just do it; why bother with all these fancy tricks?

Ma Qiankun absolutely does not believe that Ye Zhangqing doesn't know Chúyì; this kid is definitely pretending.

But Ye Zhangqing really doesn't know how to handle this honeycomb lotus root; the reason he didn't move earlier was indeed because he was learning on the spot and selling immediately.

Pretending about these useless things—Ye Zhangqing isn't that bored; what's the point of pretending with a corpse?

However, regarding this, everyone present obviously wouldn't believe it.

And Zhao Qinglin, after finishing the second section, unintentionally turned his head and glanced; the next second, he was completely stunned.