Parents and relatives have also turned into dry bones.

Everything is hard to go back.

This thought actually made him shed a tear.

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of noodles with slightly trembling hands, and stuffed it into his mouth with tears in his eyes.

The memory is even stronger.

This bowl of noodles was indeed ordinary and of no benefit to his cultivation, but it evoked his infinite homesickness.

He smiled through his tears. In fact, this is what it means to have no regrets in life.

A chef like him actually shed tears over a bowl of noodles!

Everyone around was stunned.

Today, there were so many things that shocked them.

The Will of the Chef Saint finished eating with tears in his eyes, even drinking up all the soup.

Put down the large white porcelain bowl.

He raised his head and looked at Zong Shen, and actually bowed slightly.

"This bowl of noodles, sir, makes up for my regret."

"Excuse me, does this bowl of noodles have a name?"

The chef's voice is clear and melodious, and one can tell at once that he is a man of bold and unconcerned character.

Zong Shen smiled slightly when he heard this.

"This noodle is called Nostalgic Yangchun Noodles. It is a common noodle dish in my hometown."

The chef nodded, thinking.

“Homesick Yangchun noodles, indeed.”

"You are the winners of the Chef King this time."

"I still have the last 108 delicacies I created back then. They all have different effects. I can let you choose from them."

He looked at the Golden Kitchen Spoon with satisfaction, then turned back to look at Food is the Heaven.

After turning around again, there was a glimmer of wisdom in his eyes.

Seems expected.

Zong Shen was not polite.

"I want a treasure that can remove curses. The stronger the effect, the better."

"Oh? A curse?"

The Chef Saint was a little surprised to hear Zong Shen’s request.

His divine sense swept towards Zong Shen.

After a while, he let out a long sigh.