Chapter 1848: Whose disciple are you?

Huang Chong eagerly went to tidy up his room, Ye Zhangqing sat in the Yuàn zhōng for a while, having nothing to do, he casually made two dishes, planning to have a couple drinks with Huang Chong later.

In the Cooking King Immortal City, even if it's just this simplest little courtyard, those stoves and such are not lacking.

Ye Zhangqing quickly prepared three dishes and one soup, waiting for Huang Chong to tidy his room; when he came to the courtyard, he caught a whiff of rich aroma.

Looking at the food on the stone table in the courtyard, his eyes lit up as he spoke.

"Shī xiōng, did you make this?"

"Mm, having nothing to do, let's have a drink, brothers."

"That's great."

Hearing that, Huang Chong grinned foolishly and plopped down opposite Ye Zhangqing.

Faced with Huang Chong's personality, Ye Zhangqing actually liked it more.

If it were because I became a formal disciple, Huang Chong would act timid in front of me, and then I wouldn't feel comfortable.

Moreover, this guy Huang Chong handles worldly affairs quite well; this probably also relates to his upbringing.

After all, as a marginal figure in the family, from childhood he had to learn to read people's expressions, his gaze sharp as a torch.

He personally poured a cup of wine for Huang Chong, took the cup, and although he had already been salivating from the aroma of the food.

He almost wanted to taste a bite right away, but Huang Chong restrained himself, raised his cup, and first offered a toast to Ye Zhangqing.

"Shī xiōng, I toast you: congratulations on becoming a formal disciple today, and for thoroughly trouncing the Zhao family's mad dog, letting him know there are always higher realms beyond the heavens and always people better than you—truly satisfying."

"Junior brother, I previously watched your heroic bearing from below, saying, it was truly heart-pounding, I envied it endlessly, I wished I could have even a fraction of your might, senior brother, and even if I died it would be enough—only regretted......................"

"Alright, just us two, is this necessary?"

Faced with Huang Chong's flattery, Ye Zhangqing directly interrupted, saying, between us two, what's there to flatter about?

Being directly cut off by Ye Zhangqing, Huang Chong smiled, showed no embarrassment, and drained his cup in one gulp.

The two first downed a cup, then Ye Zhangqing called Huang Chong to eat.

Huang Chong, who had long been unable to restrain himself, naturally wasn't polite now.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and after just a couple chews, Huang Chong froze.

His eyes widened like bells, his whole body stunned in place.

Ye Zhangqing took it in stride, didn't mind, and ate and drank at a leisurely pace.

Huang Chong's reaction afterward was the same as Xu Jie's and Zhao Zhengping's when they first tasted Ye Zhangqing's food.

The chopsticks in his hand were almost leaving afterimages.

Meanwhile, the food on the stone table was visibly dwindling at a rapid pace.

Like a sweeping wind clearing clouds, the three dishes and one soup on the table went straight into Huang Chong's stomach, while Ye Zhangqing himself hadn't eaten much.

He still felt somewhat unsatisfied, but the food was gone; when Huang Chong came to his senses, he realized this and looked at Ye Zhangqing with an embarrassed expression.

"Shī xiōng, your skill, junior brother I'm truly impressed, I just couldn't hold back....................."

"It's fine, if you like it, eat some more."

"By the way, Shī xiōng, how did you practice your cooking? I feel it's even better than Elder Ma Qiankun's, he's a proper Immortal Chef."

Huang Chong is truly astonished by Ye Zhangqing's cooking; I dare not say more, but this flavor is definitely better than Ma Qiankun's, at least in Huang Chong's view.

This is utterly outrageous—Ye Zhangqing keeps exceeding Huang Chong's expectations, even making him doubt whether Ye Zhangqing is truly a branch-line descendant of the Guo family.

Has the Guo family's brain been pinched by the door, or has it taken on water?

With such culinary talent Chúyì, and his cultivation so high, it's clear his cultivation talent Xiūliàn is not lacking either.

Even if it's branch-line blood, even beyond three generations, relying solely on one's own talent would be enough to make an exception and enter the main lineage.

After all, such things are not uncommon among the great immortal clans in the Immortal Realm.

As long as a branch-line descendant with sufficient talent appears, the family's higher-ups will make an exception and promote that disciple into the main lineage.

Later descendants will also reap many benefits, being born as members of the main lineage.

This is also for the family's development.

In Huang Chong's view, Ye Zhangqing fully qualifies; are the Guo family's people blind? Such a huge piece of unpolished jade, and they can't see it?

Faced with Huang Chong's sigh, Ye Zhangqing smiled and did not answer.

Afterward, Ye Zhangqing drank; most of the time Huang Chong was talking, while he merely responded occasionally.

Faced with Huang Chong's incessant chatter, Ye Zhangqing wasn't annoyed; moreover, having such a talkative person nearby prevented boredom.

Anyway, from Huang Chong's mouth, Ye Zhangqing still heard quite a few interesting tales about the Immortal Realm.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two prepared to return to their respective rooms to rest.

"Shī xiōng, just go rest in your room; I'll tidy up here."

Huang Chong volunteered, saying; hearing that, Ye Zhangqing smiled and nodded.

But just as he was leaving, he suddenly said:

"Just handle Zhao Qinglin as you see fit."

As for taking revenge on Zhao Qinglin, Ye Zhangqing really had no interest; from start to finish he never even regarded him.

Simply left this matter to Huang Chong; besides, Huang Chong was the one bullied most by Zhao Qinglin.

Hearing that, Huang Chong froze; by the time he reacted, Ye Zhangqing had already returned to his room.

After a long moment, Huang Chong finally showed a faint smile; although he said nothing, his heart was already full of emotion.

The next day, Ye Zhangqing, following Ma Qiankun's orders, arrived early at the main hall.

Ma Qiankun was already in the main hall, holding an ancient text related to the culinary way.

After the report, as Ye Zhangqing entered the hall, Ma Qiankun then raised his head and said with a smile.

"You've come."

"Greetings, Elder."

"Looks like you don't want to take me as your master? Your cooking skill is not bad, and you also possess innate spiritual fire; you previously took a master, specially studied the culinary way? Who is your master?"

From yesterday's three-round competition, Ye Zhangqing obviously has undergone the professional system's Xiūliàn.

The culinary way has already been entered; although not reaching the immortal level, these basic skills are absolutely solid.

So, Ma Qiankun guessed that Ye Zhangqing has a master; that is also normal, after all, who would think someone with such culinary skill would have no master?

However, in response, Ye Zhangqing calmly replied.

"Reply to Elder, this junior has no master; all this culinary skill is self-taught by this junior."

Huh???

Upon hearing that, Ma Qiankun was somewhat doubtful, but Ye Zhangqing indeed was not speaking falsely.

I really haven't taken a master in the culinary way; this system probably doesn't count.

Self-taught? Ma Qiankun looked at Ye Zhangqing with a strange gaze, dazed for a while, then came to his senses and immediately spoke.

"Forget it, whether or not I have a master, I won't pursue the matter; today I summoned you for the first thing, which is to take a master, but seeing you like this, you are probably unwilling."