They're all shrewd people.

The boat captain was a seasoned traveler and came from the largest local gang.

Naturally, they knew something about the Shushan Sword Sect.

For example, they lack mineral resources and are relatively poor.

The skills displayed by this Shushan disciple today can be described as turning stone into gold.

Don't assume that those in the cultivation world are without desires just because they seem to not eat.

That's because regular rice is not only unpalatable, but also contains a lot of impurities.

I just ate a bunch of meat slices, but not a single impurity was produced.

The taste is absolutely amazing.

With this in mind, making money in the future won't be difficult.

Ye Feng hadn't expected the boat captain to be so insightful.

He knew his purpose as soon as he started.

"As expected of Boss Xu, a seasoned veteran who has traveled all over the country, he guessed it right away."

Xu Shan took out a communication jade slip and handed it to him, saying:

"If you need anything in the future, just use this jade slip to contact me."

Ye Feng naturally didn't stand on ceremony and accepted it directly.

If you really want to open a private kitchen, you need two things: ingredients and promotion.

There is no better place to do shipping business than here.

Firstly, they can help you find all sorts of rare and precious ingredients.

Secondly, they can spread their reputation through their vast network.

However, there's no rush right now. I'll learn the Spirit Gathering Technique once the competition is over.

That menu would probably be on a completely different level.

He had a feeling that this skill would definitely bring about a qualitative change to his level one recipes.

My mind was racing, and my hands were still busy.

Next, he planned to chop off the Kun's head.

The Kun's head was too large, making it quite troublesome for him to handle.

However, there were plenty of skilled people around, so he didn't need to do it himself.

"Seven Nights, go and chop off this Kun's head."

Thinking about my own pot, the largest one seems to be only half the size of this Kun's head.

"Cut it into four pieces. Then split the fish bones as well."

While enjoying his meal, Qi Ye reluctantly put the meat slices he had snatched into the jade slip and began to help split the Kun.

Before long, the Kun head and Kun bones were neatly arranged there.

Take out a large iron pot, put all the cleaned Kun bones into the pot, pour in water and start cooking.

On the other side, a steamer was set up, and the cut-off fish head was placed inside to start steaming.

Take out another large pot and start heating it.

These large items were all custom-made by Ye Feng from Tiangongtang.

Now it comes in handy.

After it has overheated, pour in some base oil.

They took out the wine they had brewed earlier and poured it directly into the pot.

An extremely rich aroma of wine immediately wafted out.

All of the crew members were heavy drinkers.

Upon smelling such a fragrant aroma, the raw Kun slices were thrown aside.

They immediately surrounded them.

However, there are rules on board, and drinking alcohol is not allowed during the voyage.

The group could only watch longingly as the food sizzled in the pot.

In front of their noses, tiny whirlpools were even formed from their sucking.

Ye Feng grabbed the pre-cut bamboo shoot strips and shiitake mushroom strips and put them into the pot to stir-fry until fragrant.

Then he slid the large tail, weighing over 100 pounds, along the edge of the pot.

He took out the broth and various seasonings he had prepared earlier from the jade slip and put them in.

Cover the pot and simmer over low heat.

Several boatmen were hovering around the pot, sucking in air like a bunch of silly huskies.

This made Xu Shan blush.

I walked over and gave each of them a big potsticker before they finally quieted down.

Ye Feng, however, had no time to pay attention.

He has already taken out another large pot and started heating oil.

The oil was extracted by Ye Feng from a fruit called Earth Spirit Fruit.

It's more than twice as fragrant as regular peanut oil.

As the temperature rises, the aroma of the oil gradually emerges.

The kun head was steamed for about 10 minutes. After opening the steamer and checking its color, I nodded in satisfaction.

As Ye Feng picked up the plate of fish that weighed nearly 200 pounds, he felt a little proud.

If this were on Earth, let alone himself, even if Brother Jun came, he wouldn't be able to lift it with one hand.

The plate was covered with neatly sliced ​​red and green chili rings.

Then add scallions, ginger, garlic, cilantro, and various seasonings.

He grabbed a large pot of oil and poured it over the top.

"Sizzle" "Sizzle"

The sound of hot oil being poured over the food can definitely awaken the deepest desires in a diner's heart.

Not to mention the enticing aroma that bursts forth with the hot oil.

It was as if they had transformed into tiny hands, tightly gripping the diners and drawing them closer.

He picked up a piece of snail meat and put it in his mouth.

Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction.

After he gestured for them to proceed, the Taotie army resumed their scorched-earth campaign.

...

That meal was absolutely delicious.

Whether it was the captain, the crew, or the apprentices, they were all so exhausted from eating that they could barely stand up.

The boat captain slumped in his chair, shaking his head as he reminisced.

"I didn't feel truly alive until I ate this meal. It's so satisfying, so satisfying, hahaha..."

The crew members also gathered together to chat and joke around.

"In this situation, I should compose a poem."

"You have this skill?"

"That's right! Listen to me carefully. In the Northern Sea there is a fish, its name is Kun."

Um?

Upon hearing this, onlookers immediately sensed that the opening line was anything but simple.

Some people even applauded.

The man smiled smugly, his expression quite arrogant.

He cleared his throat and spoke again:

"The Kun is so big that it cannot be stewed in one pot."

"cut!"

A chorus of boos followed.

Some people with high expectations even threw some things over as a bonus.

The man didn't seem to care and just laughed heartily.

A meal instantly brought the two groups much closer together.

...

The journey was long and should have been very tedious.

However, Ye Feng can make all kinds of delicious meals every day, each with a different flavor.

This filled the people on the ship with anticipation every day.

Then it won't feel boring anymore.

Having just finished a meal of grilled lamb skewers, Zhaoxing patted his belly and sighed:

"I've heard that death row inmates are given a meal they want before their execution. Doesn't our situation resemble that of those prisoners?"

Ningyue slapped her on the head and said angrily, "If you can't speak properly, then speak less."

Zhaoxing covered his head and muttered, "I'm serious!"

Ningyue rolled her eyes at her, annoyed, and said, "You think you're a death row inmate, but I don't!"

"Oh, I was just using an example. After all, our Sword Sect does have a very high mortality rate in this sect competition."

"That was before, are you stupid?"

"What's the difference? Aren't we still being targeted?"

Ningyue resisted the urge to slap her again and asked:

"If you're afraid of being targeted, why did you even participate? There are plenty of people in the sect with similar cultivation levels to you."

Zhaoxing looked up at the sky, seemingly muttering to herself.

"Someone has to go eventually. It's better for me to die than for my junior brothers and sisters to die."