Chapter 1887: Your rules are wrong

Bai Yuan and the two others found a reasonable excuse and began eating.

Ye Zhangqing also noticed the three, but they had already started eating.

Even Bai Yuan had never tasted Ye Zhangqing's cooking; in the earlier match at the Cooking King Hall, he had watched it through the formation.

He only saw Ye Zhangqing's technique and didn't smell any aroma.

He only knew that in the end he was deemed the winner by the formation spirit.

Now this was also the first time Bai Yuan personally witnessed Ye Zhangqing's cooking skill; thus he was also curious about how far Ye Zhangqing's culinary ability had reached.

After all, he was also the Deputy City Lord of the Cooking King Immortal City, and had long been among the Immortal Chefs.

So after the first bite, Bai Yuan and the two others' expressions were still fairly calm, not freezing like ordinary people.

This is the difference between Immortal Chefs and ordinary cultivators; after all, they have seen more and know more.

Ye Zhangqing thought so too.

Although Bai Yuan and the two others seemed utterly calm on the surface, with no odd movements, the speed at which they picked up dishes kept getting faster.

They said nothing, just kept stuffing food into their mouths.

Hmm???

Noticing that the three had taken a bite and said nothing, Ye Zhangqing turned his head suspiciously.

Upon seeing that, everyone was a bit stunned.

What's going on? I saw that the two plates, originally full, had now been completely swept clean by the three.

Regarding this, Ye Zhangqing said doubtfully.

"Senior, the food is finished—what do we do about the test?"

These dishes were all meant to cope with the Young City Lord's evaluation.

Moreover, the rule was what you just said—let that youth eat it, and only then would the test be considered passed.

But now, these two dishes had just come out of the pot and hadn't even been brought out of the kitchen yet, when Bai Yuan and the two others swept them clean.

What should we do about the test? What can we give that youth to eat?

Upon hearing that, before Bai Yuan and the two others could respond, a weak but dissatisfied voice came from the kitchen door.

"Cough cough, is......... yeah, then what should I do?"

Hmm???

Upon hearing that voice, Ye Zhangqing, as well as Bai Yuan and the two others, all turned to look, only to see the youth who should have been at death's door, lying in bed, now propping himself up with one hand on the doorframe and standing at the doorway.

His eyes full of resentment stared at Bai Yuan and the two others.

He had come all the way following the scent; the aroma kept flowing into his nostrils, and even lying in the room, the youth's mouth watered nonstop.

Moreover, seeing no sign of Bai Yuan and the two others returning, the youth finally could bear it no longer, and forced himself up, moving step by step with difficulty to the kitchen door.

But just as he arrived here, before he could even catch his breath, he saw Bai Yuan and the two others eat the two plates completely clean.

Only then could the youth not hold back his resentful words.

Facing the youth's resentful gaze, Bai Yuan and the two others first startled, but quickly returned to normal; one of the Deputy City Lords, with a calm expression, said.

"These foods are not suitable for you; you need to eat something light right now."

As a Deputy City Lord of the Cooking King Immortal City, having lived so many years and seen all kinds of great storms, this minor embarrassment was nothing; this Deputy City Lord resolved it as soon as he spoke.

But this youth was clearly not so easily fooled; facing that Deputy City Lord's words, he outright refused to buy it.

What do you mean by only eating light food? Just now you clearly said the test requirement was that I must acknowledge this kid's cooking skill, or else it wouldn't count.

I still haven't eaten yet.

So the youth spoke up directly, getting straight to the point.

"Senior, you're not following the rules—just now you said the test for this kid, I need to......................"

The youth was merely poisoned, his body extremely weak, but his thinking was completely fine.

He had also heard clearly the conversation among those few people in the room just now.

But upon hearing this now, Bai Yuan and the two others simply decided to play dumb.

Or rather, since the rules are ours to set, the interpretive authority naturally lies with us.

So, facing the youth's remark, another Deputy City Lord replied without even thinking.

"That's indeed the case, but since you were drawn here directly by the aroma, it seems Ye Zhangqing's cooking skill is not bad; this round of the test is passed."

"I agree."

Upon hearing that, another Deputy City Lord nodded in agreement without even thinking.

As for Bai Yuan, there's no need to ask his opinion—first, as the recommender he has no decision-making power; second, he could never oppose it.

So, the two Deputy City Lords nodded simultaneously, and Ye Zhangqing's first round of the test was thus considered passed.

Since that's the case, the youth doesn't need to taste any dishes; he can just go back and rest.

But regarding this result, the youth clearly disagreed and hurriedly spoke.

"This isn't following the rules—you just didn't say that.................."

"Young Master Qin, you're injured; I'll first send you back to rest."

But Bai Yuan and the two others gave the youth no chance to speak; before he could finish his words, the person who had just spoken waved a hand, and a spatial law force instantly enveloped the youth.

Immediately, despite the youth's strong dissatisfaction, they forcibly sent him back to his room.

They said it was passed, yet still quibble about rules—these rules are ours to set.

As the youth was forcibly sent away, Ye Zhangqing, who had just finished cooking the last soup, looked at Bai Yuan and the two others, also somewhat hesitant to speak.

He hesitated a moment, then only said this.

"Then, junior, this test.................."

"Passed."

Upon hearing this, Bai Yuan and the three others nodded firmly and replied, the first round of assessment is considered passed by Ye Zhangqing, with no problem at all.

After saying that, the three let Ye Zhangqing go to Yuàn zhōng to rest a while, while they continued to taste the remaining dish and soup.

These two dishes had just come out of the pot, and the three were all filled with anticipation in their eyes.

Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing smiled helplessly, walked to Yuàn zhōng, found a stone bench and sat down; since Bai Yuan and the three had said he passed, he naturally had no objection.

As for who would finally eat the dish, it made no difference to Ye Zhangqing.

But just after he had sat down, the room door was opened again, and he saw that young man, unwilling to give up, walk out once more.

It seemed he still wanted to go to the kitchen.

However, having just difficulty walked out of the room, he instantly saw Ye Zhangqing sitting in Yuàn zhōng, his eyes lit up, he no longer went to the kitchen and went straight toward Ye Zhangqing.

But there happened to be a few stone steps at the room entrance; perhaps overly excited, the young man's feet went weak, he staggered and lost his balance.

He couldn't muster any strength inside, let alone Línglì, which had long since dissipated completely.

Even Ye Zhangqing could not sense the young man's exact cultivation level.

Seeing that he was about to fall face-first, the young man instinctively shouted.

"Fellow Daoist, save me."

"Huh???"