Chapter 229 - 229 227 Dead Chef

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229: Chapter 227: Dead Chef 229: Chapter 227: Dead Chef The old woman was used to seeing these elegantly dressed aristocratic ladies and generally did not wish to speak much with someone as coarse as herself. She saw that the girl would not take the broken silver, and turned around tremblingly, prepared to go back to her work. At that moment, along with the sound of the wind and snow outside the window, the girl’s clear and pleasant voice leisurely arose, “When I was a child, my mother would admonish me, the prosaic rice and porridge should remind us their acquisition is not easy, every thread and every strand should remind us of the hard work behind them.” Her mother taught her few things, so she remembered each one very clearly. The old woman chuckled softly and said nothing. Soon, Baili An returned through the wind and snow. He shook off the snowflakes from the Glazed Umbrella, sat down, and placed the breakfast snacks he had bought one by one on the table. He also took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, sealed the opening with white paper and thin string, and attached a red paper to the outside of the bottle, written on it in dense ink were the words “sweet bean milk.” Fang Geyu’s hand warmed as the cap of the sweet bean milk was removed and placed into her palm. She calmly looked at the small porcelain bottle in her hand, from which a white mist emitted warmth and the sweet scent of beans. The table that had originally held a soup bowl and a small plate was now filled with steamed dumplings, white soup potato starch cakes, seasoned jelly noodles, and some unnamed small snacks. There were many varieties, but each food item was delicately made, likely to avoid waste and overeating. Baili An brushed the white snow from his sleeve and laughed at her, “The snack street in Xianling City seems quite good, I just looked at these and bought some, you eat first, I have something I want to discuss with you in detail.” Without asking what the matter was, Fang Geyu took a sip of the sweet bean milk, its warm and sweet taste spreading between her lips. Very sweet. The original stinging pain of her tastebuds was immediately covered by the warm and sweet aroma of the milk. She couldn’t help but lick the corner of her mouth, and just as she was thinking of picking up a steamed dumpling, a pair of chopsticks steadily came over, placing a fat and white dumpling on the small plate in front of her, thoughtfully dipped in soy vinegar, looking very appetizing. Fang Geyu gazed at the small dumpling for a moment, suddenly feeling a strange illusion. Wasn’t she the one raising a corpse demon? Why did it feel… like she was being taken care of by him instead? How could this be? Somewhat displeased, she ate the dumpling, tangled in her mind about how to manage eating the spicy noodle soup. Baili An then took the bowl of Bashu noodles, placed it in front of himself, and fetched a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick basket. Fang Geyu raised her eyebrow at him, “What are you doing?” Baili An mimicked her earlier actions, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it twice, and then drank it down. Fang Geyu widened her eyes, “Hey, you…” Baili An looked at her and smiled, “I mentioned earlier, I was hungry.” “But you can’t eat this,” Fang Geyu said in a rush. Baili An coughed lightly, “It’s a bit spicy.” Fang Geyu’s eyebrows tightened, suddenly sensing something was amiss, “Spicy?” Corpse demons don’t have taste senses and can’t eat human food; they are unable to digest the food or absorb nutrients from it, and if they mistakenly consume human food, it would accumulate inside their body and be regurgitated out days later. That regurgitation process was very uncomfortable. Thus, aside from fresh blood, corpse demons would not touch any other food. This world was very unfair to corpse demons, filled with malice, even heavenly Spiritual Objects, precious materials, and Spiritual Medicine, at most, could only provide them with a minuscule fraction of their benefits. Eating useless things would only bring unnecessary burdens to a corpse demon’s body. But now he was saying… it was a bit spicy. Fang Geyu furrowed her brows, paused in thought, and said, “Stop joking around.” Watching him leisurely scoop up the noodle soup and drink it, not even glancing at the red oil—if it really was spicy, how could he remain so unchanged? Baili An scooped up some chubby noodles and took a few bites, coughed gently, and his usually pale face gained a bit of a rosy color, “No, I’m not kidding, I can really taste this.” He picked up a thin slice of beef, “This must have been marinated in a special sauce, it’s very spicy but there’s also a slight sweetness.” Fang Geyu skeptically snatched the beef from his chopsticks, bit off a small piece like a cat with its prey. Swallowed. Her just-recovered pale face turned red with spice in an instant; she covered her chest, coughing so hard her body shook, quickly tossed the beef back to him, and drank several sips of milk to recover. She looked at Baili An incredulously, “How is this beef marinated, it’s outrageously spicy!” But what shocked her more was that Baili An hadn’t lied. The beef indeed carried a hint of sweetness. He truly could taste the flavors of this small noodle dish. Baili An glanced at the old woman by the stove, who also cast a warm and loving look back at him, nodding slightly as she smiled, “This young man is really amazing, nobody in Xianling City can eat this bowl of noodles without coughing or panting, you must also be a fellow townsman of this old lady, right?” Baili An’s gaze fell on the tablecloth beneath the dishes, his eyes flickered, and he smiled lightly, “Auntie, are you from the Central Netherworld?” The old woman, lowering her head peeling garlic, the candlelight casting her aged face’s wrinkles in a quiet orange glow. Her charitably reminiscent face beneath her white hair, she seemed to sigh, “Yes, I along with my husband left the Central Netherworld over fifty years ago, I’ve never forgotten my hometown. But my husband passed away seven years ago here in Xianling City, he can’t go back, and I decided to stay here with him.” The old woman looked at Baili An, her eyes filled with kinship and warmth from seeing someone from her hometown. “People have a lot of prejudices against those who come from the Central Netherworld, in Xianling City there were only my husband and I from the Central Netherworld, now that my husband has passed, to meet a fellow townsman here, it makes this old woman very happy.” Baili An did not respond immediately, took a few more bites of the noodles, his lashes lowered, hiding any emotion in his eyes. After a long while, he raised his eyes and with a gentle smile, said, “Indeed, to meet a fellow townsman in another land is also very heartening to me.” Fang Geyu furrowed her brow, watching him, not knowing quite what to say. Because she already understood why Baili An, who could not taste every flavor in the Mortal World, could now taste the flavor of this small noodle shop. The land of Central Netherworld, which serves as the Netherworld Bureau in the Mortal World, is an ancient dynasty where Heroic Spirits converge, connecting the Mortal World and the Netherworld. People native to the Central Netherworld, most are practitioners of the Deceitful Dao. This seemingly ordinary old woman likely also had some involvement with the magical practices of the Deceitful Dao. This Bashu noodle dish, created by this old woman, can be eaten by humans as well as ghosts. In the Central Netherworld, there is a profession, known as the “Death Chef”.

Chapter 229 - 229 227 Dead Chef

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