Chapter 1915: Lin Longkun, do you even deserve to eat?

In front of Ye Zhangqing's stove, the elders, stewards, and disciples of Cooking King Immortal City each ate a bite, making no sound.

In the corner of the crowd, only Ma Qiankun wore a look of wisdom, holding a large bowl full of food in his hands.

Watching others finish the pitifully small dishes in just a few bites, Ma Qiankun wore a teasing expression.

These guys, how could they not know Ye Zhangqing's skill? They really thought this was just a simple tasting of flavor?

This amount of food isn't even enough to fill the gaps between one's teeth.

Even Old Ma had already anticipated what would happen next.

As expected, in the next second, the elders who had finished their food in two or three bites hesitated slightly, a flicker of conflict flashing in their eyes.

But only a moment later, as if they had made some decision, they strode up to Ye Zhangqing's stove, putting on a fawning smile and saying.

"Um... Young City Lord, is there any more food? I ate too fast just now and didn't really taste it."

"Yes, yes, yes, I've recently caught a slight chill, my taste buds are affected, I need to eat more."

One elder spoke first, and the others nearby quickly chimed in in agreement.

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhangqing, who had been talking with Huang Lao, was not at all surprised; he turned his head, his expression unchanged, and said.

"Elders, these are all the dishes we have."

Upon hearing that, the elders glanced at the three large tubs in front of the stove and saw that the dishes inside had already been scraped clean.

Seeing this, the elder who had spoken first hurriedly said.

"No problem, no problem."

Saying that, he directly ladled out the vegetables; this time, unlike before, this elder's hand was ruthless, scooping a full large spoonful.

The other elders nearby, seeing this, immediately became anxious and could no longer hold back.

One after another, they lunged forward like hungry tigers pouncing on food, shouting loudly.

"Old thief, what are you doing?"

"Let go of that spoon, let me have it."

"Get out of the way, what are you, a steward, fighting me for?"

In an instant the scene turned chaotic, and even a steward tried to jump in amidst the chaos, wanting to grab the spoon to ladle food.

But the next second, an elder nearby spotted him and delivered a swift kick to the gut, sending the steward flying backward, with only an angry curse coming from him.

"Outrageous, fighting is forbidden in the city; you, as an elder, know the law yet break it?"

Too bad, there was no response—'knowing the law yet breaking it' my foot; I didn't strike with my hand, I kicked with my foot.

One could see the elders' scramble was intense, while many stewards watched from the side, faces flushed, but dared not step forward.

Just now, a few bold stewards tried to fish in troubled waters, hoping to snag a bite.

But the end result was already laid out before them—they were kicked away in just a couple of moves.

The lesson was right before their eyes; the remaining stewards, even salivating, dared not make any further move.

Filled with regret, they cursed themselves silently: why didn't I ladle more food just now? A mistake, a mistake!

But now it's too late to regret; the area before the stove has become a battlefield where the elders fight over the food.

If you're not an elder, you don't even have the qualifications to join; anyone who dares to step forward gets a kick to the gut.

Well, a senior disciple of the Dragon Kun Fire Hall, likely relying on the master's usual affection for him, seeing his master secure a good spot, stood before the large tub.

Wanting to step up and get a share, he eagerly stepped forward and called out.

「Shīzūn, I................. 」

"Get lost."

However, before he could finish his sentence, in the next second he was sent flying by a slap, the one who struck being none other than the master he revered.

From start to finish, the master didn't even glance back at him, showing no mercy; before he even hit the ground, the disciple fainted outright.

Only at the last moment did his mind fill with questions: why would the master act like this? It's not like him at all.

Seeing this, the stewards who had dared not step forward each sighed.

"Alas, trying to snatch food from a tiger's mouth—still too young."

Look at these elders, their eyes all red from grabbing; stepping forward now would be nothing short of suicide.

Not to mention disciples, even if you were my own son stepping up, you'd still get a solid beating.

Although even a vicious tiger doesn't eat its own cubs, you still can't snatch food from a tiger's mouth; not understanding this is your fault.

As the food in the tubs dwindled, the elders' eyes turned completely red with greed, and they even started to come to blows.

"Guard the stove."

Moreover, everyone was in perfect sync, unconsciously guarding the stove so it suffered no impact whatsoever.

All sorts of methods were employed; in the crowd, someone spotted Lin Longkun of the Dragon Kun Fire Hall.

This old fellow was even at the forefront, his eyes emitting a deep red glow.

Seeing this, an elder couldn't help but shout in anger.

"You, surnamed Lin, do you even have the cheek to grab food? Your unworthy disciple once disrespected the Young City Lord Ye—do you deserve to eat this meal?"

Seeing Lin Longkun about to reach the tub, in the next second he would be able to grab the ladle.

In desperation, an elder brought up Zhang Wuyue.

Zhang Wuyue had previously offended Ye Zhangqing and even died at his hands; as a master, do you still have the face to eat this meal?

But faced with these words, Lin Longkun didn't turn his head, his hand speed undiminished; while shouting back, he reached out and precisely seized the large ladle everyone was fighting over.

"Cease your nonsense; that unworthy disciple was expelled by me long ago—what he does has nothing to do with me, Lin."

While saying that, Lin Longkun had already scooped a large spoonful of vegetables into his bowl.

Seeing this, the remaining elders grew even more anxious, someone bellowed in a low voice.

"Elders, let us all act together; this Young City Lord Ye's meal may be eaten by any of us, except Lin Longkun."

Not bad.

That makes sense.

Lin, hand over the food obediently.

Absolutely impossible.

In a moment, Lin Longkun became the public enemy, facing several elders who attacked him simultaneously; naturally, he was no match.

But this old coot, risking injury, clung tightly to the big bowl in his hand, refusing to let go.

The competition grew increasingly fierce, making the many stewards and disciples around feel their scalps go numb.

This is practically the birth of a supreme treasure, nothing more than this.

The elders really went all out.

The many stewards and disciples had no doubt that if they dared step forward now, once implicated, they would surely be badly injured if not killed.

It's just eating, how did it turn into a life-or-death struggle?

But upon thinking of the taste of that food just now, everyone felt they could understand.

At the same time, the gazes directed at Ye Zhangqing changed; how could the culinary skill of this Young City Lord Ye Zhangqing be so outrageous?

Many people's attitudes toward Ye Zhangqing unconsciously gained a hint of respect, and their earlier doubts vanished with this deliciousness.

Ye Zhangqing's side was extraordinarily lively, and at the same time, Wu Zhong's stove was finally finished.

The delicious dish made from dragon turtle ingredients filled Wu Zhong with confidence.