Chapter 479: Why are you so nervous about making a dish?

The dull, slow-witted one stared at Ye Zhangqing; seeing the ghost chef's appearance, Ye Zhangqing shook his head and continued with the next steps.

The beef is first fried in oil, then stir-fried once; only then does the beef become fragrant.

Watching Ye Zhangqing's skilled technique, the ghost chef's eyes were already wide open.

His precise control of the heat and skilled pan-flipping left the ghost chef amazed.

Moreover, as the beef's aroma was released, the ghost chef couldn't help but sniff.

"Smells great."

Never would I have thought that, as an evil spirit, I would one day feel my appetite stirred by human food.

Seeing the perfectly colored, fragrant, and tasty stir-fried magic beef come out of the pot, the ghost chef couldn't help but swallow.

Since we're already cooking, Ye Zhangqing simply made ten plates, enough for everyone in the Dao Yi Sect.

By some strange coincidence, the ghost chef reached out to try a piece, but as soon as he moved, a long sword appeared before him.

"I advise you not to have any improper thoughts."

Xu Jie said coldly, "This is our food; do you even deserve to eat it?"

Seeing the longsword emanating a chilling aura, the ghost chef froze, then sheepishly withdrew his hand.

"You're not going to cook?"

Although one dish had already been finished, the ghost chef just stood there motionless, so Ye Zhangqing asked curiously.

Upon hearing that, the ghost chef opened his mouth but couldn't say anything; seeing this, Ye Zhangqing smiled, didn't press further, and went back to work.

By this point, there was really no need to compare; Ye Zhangqing then made five more simple home-style dishes.

The portions were ample, and the ghost chef who had watched the whole process was now utterly depressed.

"Serve the dishes."

Smiling, he told Xu Jie and the others; hearing this, they naturally had no complaints, as serving food was something they were most willing to do.

"Okay."

They cheerfully carried the dishes and ran toward the front hall.

As for Ye Zhangqing, who stayed behind, he looked at the ghost chef and said.

"Can you make a dish for me to try?"

I was still curious about the ghost chef's skill, but he just shook his head like a rattle drum.

"No, no, no—I wouldn't dare show off my clumsiness."

"It's fine; just consider it normal communication, communication between chefs."

Ye Zhangqing laughed indifferently; hearing this, the ghost chef lifted his head, gave a complex glance, then slowly nodded.

In the kitchen, the ghost chef finally began to work, while Ye Zhangqing stood aside, silent, just watching quietly.

From the knife work alone, the difference was already apparent.

Although the ghost chef's speed wasn't slow, compared to Ye Zhangqing he was clearly several levels behind.

Next was the control of the meat slice size; although he tried his best, he still couldn't achieve Ye Zhangqing's perfection.

Ye Zhangqing waited to taste the ghost chef's skill, while in the front hall, Qi Xiong and the others were eagerly awaiting the meal.

Seeing Qi Xiong and the others somewhat restless, Yin Chen said irritably.

"Hmph, still claiming to be a Human Race sage, yet you haven't even eaten?"

His words were full of contempt; just a simple meal, look how these so-called Human Race sages are drooling.

Even Yu Mo and the other two Great Saints were like that.

Faced with Yin Chen's contemptuous mockery, Qi Xiong had no intention of paying attention; normally he would surely retort, but now nobody has the time to argue with it.

As his words fell, a rich aroma drifted from the back kitchen.

Upon smelling the aroma, Qi Xiong and the others each became excited.

"Here it comes."

Seeing everyone's excitement, Yin Chen, who had originally scoffed, also twitched his nose and muttered to himself.

"Smells great."

Then, turning their gaze toward the back kitchen, they saw Xu Jie and the others quickly bringing in plate after plate of delicious dishes.

"Sect Master, Shīzūn, it's ready."

"Hurry, bring them up."

Everyone had long been impatient, and as the dishes were served, the aroma became impossible to resist.

Yin Chen stretched his neck out long, extending four or five meters from the neighboring table, his eyes fixed tightly on the food on the table.

He wanted to greedily inhale the aroma, but having just taken a breath, before he could even feel it, Qi Xiong grabbed his neck.

"Get out of the way."

A slap sent Yin Chen's head flying to the side; just moments ago he was being sarcastic, and now he wants to sniff my aroma? Dream on.

His head ringing from the blow, Yin Chen shook his head, regained his senses, and shouted angrily.

"Qi Xiong, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

"I... I just wanted to look at your human food, what's wrong?"

"Scram."

Qi Xiong couldn't be bothered to deal with it, since Hong Zun and the others had already started eating; although Ye Zhangqing had prepared plenty, for the Dao Yi Sect members.

As long as it's made by Ye Zhangqing, no amount is ever enough.

Watching the food on the plate dwindle quickly, in the time it took to turn his head and say a sentence, the stir-fried magic beef had already been reduced by more than half.

Qi Xiong became anxious.

Holy crap, you guys slow down a bit.

It's already pretty slow.

Hong Zun had his mouth full of food, speaking unclearly, while Qi Xiong, in his anger, directly picked up the plate and flipped it over.

Holy crap, Senior Brother, do you still observe any rules?

Bullshit rules, I'm the Senior Brother, my rules are the rules.

If you're going to be like that, then I.........

Seeing Qi Xiong like that, Hong Zun and the others also refused to yield.

Hong Zun grabbed the tomato scrambled eggs in front of him, while Qing Shi, with quick eyes and hands, snatched a plate of ghost pepper shredded meat.

The remaining Mo Yun, upon seeing Capture Dragon and the others, became anxious.

One by one, they reached out to grab.

Watching the crowd of Human Race sages fighting over a plate of food to the point of being unable to separate, the nearby Yinchen also felt an unbearable itch to watch.

First, the aroma was too fragrant; second, seeing Hong Zun and them eat so boldly made the ghost unable to help swallowing saliva.

They also wanted to move closer to smell it, and even wondered if they could take a bite.

But just as they stretched their necks out less than half a meter, suddenly a blade flashed past, frightening Yinchen into a shiver, making their hairs stand on end.

Having narrowly avoided that blade, Yinchen turned his head, glaring at Qin Shan Hai, who had just taken a sip of soup and couldn't help coughing twice.

Qin Shan Hai, what are you doing?

Cough cough, if you dare stick your dog's head out again, I will surely cut you down.

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

Knowing Qin Shan Hai was a lunatic, although Yinchen felt angry, there was nothing they could do, so they could only glumly shrink their head back.

However, their gaze remained fixed on Hong Zun and the others; if you looked closely, you could see it constantly swallowing saliva.

The Front Hall was already in a frenzy of grabbing, while in the back kitchen, the ghost chef who had finished a plate of stir-fried demon beef was nervously watching Ye Zhangqing doing the taste test.

Seeing it sweating profusely, just as it picked up the chopsticks, Ye Zhangqing asked curiously.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing, just nervous, nervous. Senior, please try it quickly; let me know if anything needs improvement.

Really? Nervous to this extent? And do ghosts even sweat?

It's not sweat, it's condensed ghost energy..........