Chapter 478: A competition? That sounds great!

The ghost cooks were stunned on the spot, then flew into a great rage.

"What kind of joke is this? We're a ghost shop; what are these humans doing here? A bunch of ingredients still ordering dishes?"

"Anyway, I won't do it; whoever can, does it."

"I also won't."

"A scholar may be killed but not humiliated."

Looking at the ghost cooks filled with righteous indignation, that previous evil spirit also wore a look of helplessness.

It naturally wasn't willing either; maybe there's some way?

"They were brought by King Chen, I................."

"It's that group of humans who have been running amok in Ghost Valley lately?"

The affairs of the Dao Yi Sect have spread throughout Ghost Valley; many evil spirits hate them to the point of itching teeth, yet there's nothing they can do.

First, they can't beat them; second, even the Ghost Emperor and Ghost King protect these humans—what can you do?

Not being able to act against these humans is already the limit; now we have to cook for them? The most damned thing is that what we're cooking is actually human food.

This isn't forcing Zhang Fei to embroider, is it? We're a ghost shop, ghost cooks—how would we make these?

So all the ghost cooks firmly refused without the slightest hesitation.

"I won't do it, anyway I won't do it."

"I can't do it, that's just I can't do it."

Each of the ghost cooks indicated they wouldn't do it.

Meanwhile, in the Front Hall, Qi Xiong and the others, who had waited a while with no movement, grew somewhat impatient, summoned Gui Xiaoer, and spoke in a displeased tone.

"What's going on? I gave you the ingredients, and you still can't get it done after half a day?"

"I......... my ghost cooks can't do it."

"Can't do it? If you can't do it, what kind of cook are you?"

"After all, this is a ghost shop."

Gui Xiaoer in the Front Hall spoke angrily; just as he was speaking, a hot-tempered, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted ghost cook came out of the kitchen and said fiercely.

"Humans, get out of Ghost Valley; we don't welcome you here."

"Hmph, you can't even make a few home-cooked dishes."

"Even if I know how, I won't cook for you humans."

This ghost cook also had a violent temper, showing no deference to Hong Zun and the others; facing this attitude, Qin Shan Hai instantly wanted to draw his sword, but Xu Jie spoke first.

"So you're saying you're skilled at cooking?"

"Hmph, within Ghost Valley I claim second place; no one dares claim first."

It was clear this ghost cook was quite confident in his skill; seeing his proud bearing, Xu Jie sneered.

"Anyone can boast; if you ask me, the best cook in the world is none other than my junior brother Changqing."

"You say it is, then it is?"

"What, you don't believe me?"

"Heh, anyone can spout big talk; if you've got the skill, let's compete—if your so-called junior brother Changqing can beat me, I'll cook for you today, making whatever you want to eat."

"Are you sure?"

Hearing this, Xu Jie's face showed a smug smile.

Meanwhile, Ye Zhangqing beside him gave a helpless wry smile, thinking, "You're scheming against me again, aren't you?"

Just now, when I said I wanted to come taste the ghost cook's skill, Xu Jie was extremely reluctant; now that he's seized the opportunity, this damn competition is just to get me to do the work.

Given their relationship, Ye Zhangqing naturally wouldn't get angry over such a small matter, and Xu Jie also harbored no ill intent.

Furthermore, upon hearing Xu Jie's words, Qi Xiong, Hong Zun, and everyone's eyes lit up, and they all chimed in agreement.

"Let's compete; who's afraid of whom?"

"You, a mere ghost cook, dare to compete with Young Changqing?"

Hearing these words from the crowd, this ghost cook was so angry smoke poured from his seven orifices, and he roared at everyone.

"Which of you damn bastards is Ye Zhangqing?"

"Me."

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhangqing helplessly rose; seeing how young Ye Zhangqing looked, the ghost cook stared for a moment, then sneered.

"You little brat, not even fully grown—do you know how to cook?"

"We'll find out by competing."

The atmosphere had been built up to this point; Ye Zhangqing didn't mind, after all it's just cooking a meal, and he could also get a taste of the ghost cook's skill then.

Having lived two lifetimes, to be honest, I've never eaten food made by an evil spirit.

Seeing Ye Zhangqing agree, Hong Zun and the others were thrilled—look, isn't this another twist of fate?

Especially their gazes toward Xu Jie were full of approval.

"This kid is not bad."

Qin Shan Hai nodded.

"Your junior brother has been taught well."

Shi Song praised.

"This one is capable of great use."

Qi Xiong laughed.

"Our Dao Yi Sect has successors now."

Yu Mo agreed.

So I'm saying, Xu San this kid is just like me.

Hong Zun said proudly, "Good kid, your mind works fast—you've brought honor to your master."

Everyone watched excitedly as Ye Zhangqing and the ghost cook walked into the kitchen; they weren't the slightest bit worried about the contest.

Or rather, they didn't care at all, because the outcome was already decided.

Meanwhile, Yinchen, seeing this, said with an extremely grim expression.

"Qi Xiong, don't go too far."

Hearing that, Qi Xiong gave it an annoyed glance.

"Can't even compete in Chúyì? Why not ask your ghost emperor for instructions?"

You..............

Competing in Chúyì is naturally no problem; it's just that Yinchen can't stand seeing Hong Zun and them making those faces.

Inside the kitchen, Ye Zhangqing and the ghost cook each prepared their ingredients, which were naturally all human foodstuffs.

"Let's begin."

The ghost cook gave Ye Zhangqing a cold look and said, upon hearing which Ye Zhangqing nodded lightly.

Bai Hua Xianzi and Zhao Zhengping at the side still wanted to help, but this time Ye Zhangqing didn't allow it.

Since it's a contest, we should be a bit more serious; besides, it seems we haven't wielded a knife in a long time.

For a long time, tasks like washing ingredients and chopping vegetables have been handed over to Zhao Zhengping and Xu Jie to handle.

Ye Zhangqing only needs to handle the spoon.

Both sides' dishes are the same; taking out a large chunk of demon beef, the ghost cook said coldly.

"Kid, today I'll show you what a real cook is like; the knife is like this............"

While saying that, he picked up the kitchen knife beside him, unintentionally turning his head to glance at Ye Zhangqing; just that look left the entire ghost stunned in place.

He unconsciously said.

"Holy shit, what the hell is this....................."

He still wanted to show Ye Zhangqing what real knife skills were, but at a glance he saw that Ye Zhangqing's "kitchen knife" left afterimages, the speed so fast that even he couldn't make it out.

As those countless afterimages fell, the large chunk of beef on the chopping board instantly became slices of uniform size, not a hair's breadth off.

With such knife work, it's hardly inferior to those top sword cultivators.

The ghost cook stared dumbfounded, not snapping out of it until Ye Zhangqing finished cutting the whole chunk of beef.

Watching it stand frozen, the kitchen knife held aloft, not falling for a long while, Ye Zhangqing let out a light laugh.

"What's wrong, the knife not to your liking?"

"You............"

He wanted to retort, but couldn't get a word out; even though he was unwilling, he had to admit that he didn't have Ye Zhangqing's knife skill.

Even if given a hundred or a thousand years, it would probably still be hard to reach that level; one can only describe it as "far beyond one's reach".