Chapter 633

A sudden chill ran down his spine, causing Mo Yun's hairs to stand on end involuntarily.

After thinking it over, he still couldn't imagine what might happen.

Fortunately, the feeling came and went quickly, so Mo Yun didn't dwell on it.

In the starship galley on the other side, Ye Zhangqing, Zhu Wu, and Shan Hu were busy preparing today's meals.

At that moment, Tang Qingqing cautiously entered, knocking on the door before speaking.

Young Master Ye, may I come in?

Sure, but this is the galley—there's nothing to see.

Ye Zhangqing said indifferently, "It's just the kitchen; there's nothing secret—feel free to come in."

Having received permission, Tang Qingqing smiled, stepped into the galley, looked at the three busy people, and spoke.

Young Master Ye, I can handle these chores for you.

Huh? You can cook?

Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing looked at her doubtfully; young Heavenly Pride like Tang Qingqing who can cook are few.

After all, these young Heavenly Pride only think about how to increase their strength; they wouldn't waste time on such things.

But when talking about cooking, Tang Qingqing's eyes immediately showed confidence.

It felt as if she couldn't do anything else, but when it came to cooking, that was truly her forte.

Don't underestimate me, Young Master Ye—our Tang family is famous for spirit chefs, a lineage of spirit chefs.

Oh.

Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing became somewhat interested; he had heard of spirit chefs in Dongzhou but never seen one, and he was still curious about spirit chefs in the Haotu world.

Then give it a try.

He handed the kitchen knife to Tang Qingqing; Ye Zhangqing also wanted to see just how skilled this young lady from a spirit chef family really was.

Taking the knife, Tang Qingqing didn't waste words and immediately got to work.

She selected some ingredients, and each one was well utilized in her hands.

So far, Tang Qingqing's words weren't exaggerated; she really could cook, and her skill was not bad.

From washing the vegetables, cutting them, preparing the sides, to the final cooking.

Tang Qingqing did it all herself—fast and highly skilled, giving a pleasing impression.

Finally, when the dish of Kung Pao spirit chicken came out of the pot, she said with a smile.

Young Master Ye, care to try?

Sure.

He didn't refuse, stepped forward and took a bite; Shan Hu and Zhu Wu did the same.

The taste was good, but naturally it couldn't compare to Ye Zhangqing's.

As Shan Hu, whose emotional intelligence is nearly zero, had already given his answer directly.

Nothing tastes as good as my big brother's cooking.

He said it without malice; it was simply Shan Hu's sincere words.

But upon hearing that, Tang Qingqing's eyes flashed with a strange hue as she looked curiously at Ye Zhangqing and said.

Young Master Ye, are you also a spirit chef?

Strictly speaking, no—after all, Dongzhou doesn't have spirit chefs, unlike Zhongzhou.

Dongzhou's impression of spirit chefs is vague, unlike Zhongzhou, which has strict divisions.

For example, Tang Qingqing herself is a sixth‑rank spirit chef, while her grandfather, the sole sage of the Tang family, is one of the few eighth‑rank spirit chefs in Zhongzhou.

In Zhongzhou's spirit chef circles, she ranks just below the three ninth‑rank spirit chefs.

Perhaps to win over the Dao Yi Sect, Tang Qingqing voluntarily offered to take charge of today's meals.

Over these days on the ship, she had noticed that although everyone in the Dao Yi Sect had considerable cultivation, they were extraordinarily fixated on good food, eating meals every day.

This was exactly what Tang Qingqing hoped for, after all, she was still confident in her own skill.

Unfortunately, upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing shook his head.

I'll do it myself.

Young Master Ye, don't be polite—just... just consider it repayment for saving my life.

I don't mean that; they probably wouldn't like what you make.

What Ye Zhangqing said was true—Tang Qingqing's skill, while not bad, was only on par with Zhu Wu's.

As for Qi Xiong and Hong Zun, they found Zhu Wu's cooking bland; these guys had long been spoiled by rich fare.

Seeing Ye Zhangqing say that, Tang Qingqing couldn't insist further, merely offering to help as an assistant.

This time Ye Zhangqing didn't refuse.

With Tang Qingqing's Chúyì, being an assistant is no problem.

Thus, with Tang Qingqing's help, today's meals were prepared quickly.

As Ye Zhangqing's delicious dishes came out of the pot, Tang Qingqing was already left stunned in place.

Actually, Tang Qingqing had been stunned from the very beginning.

A simple stir‑fried spirit pepper with meat, yet in Ye Zhangqing's hands it seemed to turn decay into magic.

That aroma practically made Tang Qingqing unable to resist herself.

To be honest, she had never smelled such an aroma before; even her grandfather probably lacked such skill.

The whole galley was filled with a rich meat fragrance, and the stir‑fried spirit pepper with meat was perfect in color, aroma, and taste.

Green spirit peppers dotted the marbled fire‑spirit pork, making one's appetite flare just at the sight.

At this point, Tang Qingqing finally understood what Ye Zhangqing had meant earlier.

The dishes I made myself are truly incomparable to Ye Zhangqing; it's like brandishing a big sword in front of Guan Yu.

"Young Master Ye, you..............."

"I just liked eating since I was little, and then I randomly researched it."

Ye Zhangqing naturally couldn't say it was the system, so he could only give a casual excuse.

However, hearing these words, Tang Qingqing felt a mix of emotions.

"Listen, listen, you just randomly researched it."

She, after all, is from a spirit chef family; since childhood she has been learning Chúyì under her father and grandfather's guidance.

Moreover, she herself is quite talented, but now, compared to Ye Zhangqing, Tang Qingqing feels her talent is hardly even as good as dog feces.

Others, after casually researching, reach a level she can't even hope to catch up to.

With this skill, Tang Qingqing is certain that even her grandfather couldn't match it.

At that moment, Qi Xiong, Hong Zun, and others, drawn by the aroma, came one after another to the kitchen; upon entering, they took a deep breath and exclaimed excitedly.

"I can smell it; today it's stir-fried spirit pepper with meat, still the familiar taste, still perfect."

"Haha, today I will eat three big bowls of it."

"Hey, why is this little girl here?"

"The kitchen is an important place; how can outsiders barge in?"

Originally they were still enjoying themselves, but upon entering and suddenly seeing Tang Qingqing in the kitchen, Qi Xiong et al.'s faces changed instantly, and their tone sank.

In Ye Zhangqing's view, the kitchen isn't some secret place; you can just go in if you want.

But in the eyes of Qi Xiong, Hong Zun, and others, the kitchen of the Dao Yi Sect is the most secret place of the whole Sect, its status comparable to the Sect's treasury.

So, seeing an outsider appear in the kitchen right now, everyone naturally became wary; this little girl, who looks harmless, actually dared to barge into the important kitchen of our Dao Yi Sect?

It seems we cannot let her stay today.