[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m":3,"chapter-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-10":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simultaneously Transmigrated: My Cheat Skill Is Myself",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2315265,4528,"Chapter 10: This Chicken Soup Is Delicious~","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-10",10,"\u003Cp>“What happened? What happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The commotion earlier had finally drawn the attention of some servants in the Ximen residence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, people inside the Ximen residence were already carrying torches, searching everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s time to leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie glanced at the growing glow of torches outside the side chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew it was time to end tonight’s revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This jade pendant…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie’s gaze returned to the sheep-fat white jade Guanyin pendant still clutched in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it. Let it bury with Master Ximen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie casually tossed the priceless jade pendant onto the lifeless body of Ximen Qing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although he was deeply intrigued by this jade pendant—carved from aged sheep-fat white jade by a master artisan—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was ultimately something Ximen Qing had carried with him for years,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and many in the Ximen household, as well as outsiders like Ximen Qing’s cronies such as Huazixu, knew it well; keeping it risked exposure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, purely from a financial standpoint, his late father,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Zhang, had already left him more than enough inheritance; there was no need to add unnecessary risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a firm decision, Zhang Jie flashed away, vanishing instantly from the chaotic side chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after Zhang Jie left, a servant carrying a torch discovered the shattered window,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>entered the chamber, and found the corpses of Master Ximen and Dai’an inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Ximen! Master Ximen is dead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shrill, nearly broken scream pierced through the entire Ximen residence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the servant had so panicked he completely forgot Master Ximen’s longstanding order\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that every servant in the Ximen household must call him “Father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Ximen is dead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who killed Master Ximen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Ximen residence was jolted awake by this explosive news,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and in an instant, the vast Ximen estate descended into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Ximen Qing’s wife Wu Yueniang and concubine Li Ping’er entered the chamber\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and saw his severed arms and blood streaming from all seven orifices, they fainted on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Master Ximen, the family’s pillar, gone, and the mistress unconscious,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Ximen household—with dozens of servants and great wealth—suddenly found itself leaderless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few sharp servants had already glimpsed the inevitable decline of the Ximen family; their eyes began to dart nervously…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie knew nothing of this, nor did he care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already returned home silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he put away his nightclothes—spotless despite having killed two men—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then removed the dummy used to deceive others from the bed, lay down comfortably,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pulled his beloved little quilt over himself, and fell peacefully asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will you be unable to sleep after killing someone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie: I only killed two men who sought wealth by taking lives. Where’s the problem?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today is another beautiful day, truly a wonderful day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the morning, Zhang Jie’s decades-old biological clock woke him on time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose leisurely, stretching out with a long, satisfying yawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian, who came to attend to Zhang Jie’s morning ablutions, glanced at the sky\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and silently rolled her eyes: the heavens were thick with dark clouds,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if the city were about to collapse under the weight of storm clouds and a tempest was imminent—where was the “beautiful day”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, under Zhang Jie’s influence, Pan Jinlian was no longer some illiterate maid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie himself did not subscribe to the notion that “a woman’s virtue lies in her lack of talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For someone who once aspired to the imperial examinations, a talented and virtuous wife was essential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Pan Jinlian did not directly expose Zhang Jie. After all these years,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this was the first time she had seen him so cheerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After washing up, Zhang Jie went to the main hall for breakfast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, the ginseng chicken soup is here~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Zhang Jie sat down, the Zhang family’s cook brought his daily staple—ginseng chicken soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This soup was made by simmering a many-year-old hen with aged Mount Zhangbai ginseng,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>richly nourishing and delicious,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and had been the essential medicinal dish for the formerly frail Zhang Jie to strengthen his Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, drink your soup.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian, seated beside Zhang Jie, ladled him half a bowl of soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, Zhang Jie’s parents, Master and Mistress Zhang, had already passed away;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie was now the sole direct heir of the Zhang household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, as a transmigrator, Zhang Jie held little regard for rigid social hierarchies,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so although Pan Jinlian was nominally his maid,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in practice she had always eaten and lived with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she first sat at the table, she had been terrified, insisting it violated propriety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhang Jie declared that in the Zhang household, he could do whatever he pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, Pan Jinlian had become utterly devoted and obedient to Zhang Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Zhang Jie’s body not been so weak before, he would surely have unlocked more knowledge by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the soup bowl, Zhang Jie’s thoughts drifted far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help recalling the internet-famous soup from before his transmigration:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reporter: “Is your chicken soup pre-made?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xibei employee: “No, it’s freshly boiled this morning, fresh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reporter: “Can we see the chicken meat used to make it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Employee: “There’s no chicken meat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reporter: “If there’s no chicken meat, how do you make chicken soup?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Employee: “Well… we just add water to a seasoning packet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reporter: “So your chicken soup has no chicken? It’s pre-made food?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Employee: “No, the soup was boiled fresh this morning, fresh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, long immersed in the internet, instantly understood:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freshly boiled, fresh chicken soup made from a seasoning packet—prepared in the morning,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the packet is pre-made, but my chicken soup is made by mixing the packet with fresh water today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie had originally thought the central kitchen prepared it overnight and delivered it to local stores,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but then realized the packets might sit unused for one or two years—wasn’t that pure semantic trickery?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps when the reporter asked where the chicken went after boiling, the Xibei employee should have replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After boiling the soup, the chicken was too tired—it went home to sleep~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This trick Zhang Jie knew well:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One spoon of three-flower egg milk, one spoon of disodium inosinate,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one spoon of chicken-flavor paste (flavor added as needed)—fresh, fragrant chicken soup ready to serve…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie once read a comment that nearly made him laugh himself to death:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A customer brought her child to Xibei and always made the child eat the broccoli.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after the news broke, the world collapsed—the broccoli was older than the child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child was only one year old, yet the broccoli the customer ordered was already two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the broccoli was packed, the child hadn’t even been conceived yet!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day, a family of three dined at Xibei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The male customer took a bite of the broccoli, sensed something off, and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this dish pre-made?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant hastily shook his head and protested: “No! We are all freshly cooked!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guest took another sip and found the flavor still off; he went to the kitchen and saw the chef cutting open a package.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guest flew into a rage and shouted: “Isn’t this just pre-made food?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chef retorted: “This is pre-processed—hardly qualifies as pre-made food!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he turned on the microwave to heat it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guest fell silent, glanced at the bag, and returned to his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife asked: “How is it? Is it freshly made?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guest pointed at his son and laughed: “When he sees this broccoli, he’ll call it ‘brother’!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The son: “Ugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned out the broccoli was from Korea; the neighboring table had cabbage from Qin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chef roared: “Bring me the scissors!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, wind and clouds churned, spiritual energy converged from all directions, the sun and moon inverted, and the Milky Way flickered into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the void, countless light points coalesced into chains descending from the heavens, binding the scissors to the packet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand golden rays surged from the refrigerator, intertwining with the microwave to form a vast, floating book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On its cover were written the words: “Organic Broccoli.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the clouds, celestial music drifted; immortal cranes carried talismans, and fairy children floated in with the Celestial Artisan’s compass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chef, having grasped this great Dao’s truth, was wreathed in holy light; henceforth, his name echoed across the world, opening a new chapter in the Culinary Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus it is said: A single pair of scissors falls to mortal earth, blending chicken broth to settle heaven and earth;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thousand-year mystery solved in one dawn—pre-made packets span past and future!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Luo took off Jia’s coat, only for Jia to strip his underwear and show everyone, shouting through a loudspeaker for all to come see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Luo was utterly baffled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t even know—he suddenly slashed himself…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I told him to provide evidence, not to mutilate himself!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who is Luo Yonghao?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is the legendary figure of the martial world, who in decades of duels had only ever lost to a Starbucks barista.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His act of slapping himself repeatedly over the distinctions between medium, large, and extra-large cups still lingers vividly in Zhang Jie’s memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie had watched Jia’s livestream and thought the boss of Xibei was a quiet, honest man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spent an entire night poring over The Art of War but still couldn’t figure out which strategy Xibei was using.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this be the legendary self-sacrifice into Luo’s net—clumsily, unknowingly, checking oneself to death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he wandered through Xibei Restaurant, he realized only the customers were freshly slaughtered…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Xi Bei Restaurant, he walked around and found that only the customers were freshly slaughtered…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young master, young master, what are you thinking about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhang Jie holding the chicken soup, motionless, Pan Jinlian waved her slender jade hand before his eyes, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhang Jie holding the chicken soup but not moving, Pan Jinlian waved her slender jade hand in front of his face, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m fine—I was just thinking this chicken soup is incredibly delicious~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jinlian, you should drink more too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie replied absentmindedly, snapping back to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is the chicken soup really this good today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confused, Pan Jinlian scooped up a spoonful and tasted it; she frowned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s the same as always! Why is my young master acting so strange today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet seeing the smile Zhang Jie had worn since waking,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian instantly cast the thought aside:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her world was simple—Zhang Jie was her entire universe; as long as he was happy, she was happy~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinlian, any big news today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie asked, sipping his soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, he had been absorbed in reading; aside from the steward’s weekly seven-day report,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all news came from Pan Jinlian, who would relay it to him over tea and meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it was told to him by Pan Jinlian after she had tidied up, over tea and meals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian, cheeks puffed like a hamster, swallowed a pastry and replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young master, there’s truly great news today—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that despicable Ximen Qing has been killed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian gestured wildly as she spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven knew how much she despised that Ximen the Official.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On several occasions when he visited the Zhang household,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his gaze toward her brimmed with revolting desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Ximen Qing was murdered? Who dared do this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, who had personally sent Ximen Qing and his personal servant Dai’an to their deaths, set his bowl down on the table,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>face filled with shock—as if he were truly stunned by the news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie: Life is a play—reliant entirely on acting!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, they say Ximen Qing died a terrible death. The patrol soldiers, yamen runners,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and constables have sealed off several streets, hunting for the murderer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian’s tone brimmed with glee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think they’ll catch the killer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie asked casually, picking up a pastry with his chopsticks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie picked up a piece of pastry with his chopsticks and popped it into his mouth, asking casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only do those constables and yamen runners lack the will or ability,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but by common sense, whoever committed such a crime must be a seasoned bandit,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>highly experienced. He’s surely fled Yanggu County by now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having lived in Yanggu County for over a decade—especially after the Zhang family’s caravan was robbed\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the yamen did nothing after accepting five hundred taels—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Jinlian had grave doubts about the yamen’s competence and integrity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, calmly savoring his soup, smiled faintly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, humble as I am, am precisely that seasoned bandit who has already fled to distant lands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am but an unworthy fellow, yet I am precisely the seasoned outlaw who should already have fled to another land~\"\u003C\u002Fp>",2113,"2026-06-20T14:22:35.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9869d530b639f1860ef3d5637650da5d2b6fd33abcd669f374aaa673c58f7b63","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-11","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-9",601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]