"Where have you been?"
In the stands of the museum, Xue Lan asked Zi Xi who had returned.
"Go out for some fresh air, what's wrong?"
Zi Xi felt a little uncomfortable seeing Xue Lan staring at her face, and subconsciously touched the tip of her nose.
"I think I've seen you somewhere."
Xue Lan leaned closer, as if recalling something, which made Zi Xi stunned.
"Sister, are you kidding me? We grew up together."
Xue Lan shook her head. It was different. This familiarity came suddenly after she saw Zi Xi, as if something forgotten was remembered.
"You look like your aunt, why didn't I notice it before?"
Qiong Xi next to her suddenly said something, which made Xue Lan realize that Lan Mido died in the night of the snow disaster when they were young. Their memory of her was already very vague, but they still had her portrait at home.
"I am also a child of Mido's family."
Xue Lan wanted to say something, but was stopped by Qiong Xi.
"Sister, the game has reached a critical moment."
In the center of the hall, the two contestants each finished their dish.
Peterbi made stewed lamb. Pieces of lamb were taken out and placed on plates, sprinkled with soup, and the aroma filled the air.
"The flesh... the flesh is glowing!"
"I heard that the people of the God of Food Cult can make food that contains rich natural energy, but this is too amazing, turning a sixth-level monster into a seventh-level one!"
"It looks like Ci'er is going to lose. Although the library has specialized knowledge on cooking, from what I know, he has only just awakened his spiritual power. Mastering a fire rune is already quite impressive."
Despite everyone's pessimism, Ci'er also served his own dish, six mud balls!
Bang!
Master Kong on the rostrum seemed to understand what was going on. He flicked his finger lightly, and the mud ball cracked, revealing the fire chicken inside.
Chirp~
Red runes flickered, and flames covered the entire body, as if covered with a layer of flaming feathers. The chirping sounds echoed in the hall, like a fire phoenix lying on a jade disc.
"Delaine, do you remember a dish covered in mud?"
"You mean the beggar's chicken His Majesty keeps in the library?"
"Yes, it's the beggar's chicken from the Hua Recipe!"
"I never thought Ci'er could create the legendary Beggar's Chicken based on just the incomplete recipe left by His Majesty. Who will win? It remains to be seen!"
Xia Lan walked into the hall, shook off the snow on her body, and found Varian, Frederick and others sitting in the corner of the podium. She pointed at the two people on the lecture platform and asked:
"Did these two idiots take the wrong medicine?"
He wrote a book with the general recipes of some famous dishes from his previous life and put it in the library, but is it the correct way to cook a turkey as beggar's chicken?
"Uh...I took some medicine."
Melvin, who was hiding in the innermost part, now wanted to kill these two guys. It didn't matter if they were embarrassed, but today Faox also lost face.
"Pope of Truth, please sit here."
There were exactly two empty seats in the front row of the rostrum, and Tomengzven, who was following Xia Lan, sat directly in one of them.
Xia Lan was not polite and sat next to Tomengzwen. On the other side was a girl holding a crystal sword.
Behind the girl sat a silver-haired woman. Arthurs shrank down and lay on Arsen's head with a sad face, looking at the silver-haired woman, muttering to himself:
"It's become so ugly. What's so good about humans?"
Arsen also looked helpless, holding the slime in his arms and letting Arthurs chatter on.
Everyone began to taste the contestants' dishes. After swallowing a mouthful of Peterby's mutton, before Xia Lan could even taste it, the meat in her stomach turned into energy and impacted her body.
Xia Lan, who had just entered the rank of Gold Warrior, almost broke through to the Intermediate Gold again. The strength of people like Varean who had received some meat also increased significantly.
"Rage Hammer, have you become an Earth Warrior?"
Frederick was surprised as he felt the fluctuation of fighting spirit from the bald man behind him. In the audience stand not far from the rostrum, all the members of the Red Beard Gang stood up to congratulate him.
Before Xia Lan left, she had arranged to incorporate them all into the Duolun Legion. These people were veterans who had crawled out of the pile of corpses in the Second Battle of Blackwater. With them, the Duolun Legion could be considered to have truly joined the Blood Soul. With the addition of that group of wandering illegitimate children, the Silver Deer Legion also began to be reborn.
Next came Ciler’s beggar’s chicken. Xia Lan took a bite and instantly a familiar feeling filled her mouth. So delicious!
The eyes of the judges on the rostrum also lit up. At their level, the energy contained in the food is no longer important, and the ability to impress the taste buds is the plus point.
"Peter, your mutton is delicious, but it lacks soul. You only pursue the natural energy in food and ignore the essence of food. You might as well be a pharmacist."
The leader of the God of Food Cult, Bishop Keros, put down his cutlery and wiped his mouth in great disappointment. He knew that he had lost the game.
In the past, they could have conquered everyone with food that was comparable to potions, but the referee of this competition didn't need this.
Peterby was a young man with freckles on his face and curly orange hair. Although he was a little dissatisfied, he didn't dare to show it here and could only look at the ballot box.
Among the judges, except Xia Lan who voted for him, everyone else voted for Zir, which puzzled Frederick and others who had no voting rights behind the podium.
Such a good dish actually lost. Tser’s chicken is good and cooked in a fancy way, but it’s useless if it can’t improve your strength.
In the audience, Ciler's wife Yali looked at her victorious husband, her face flushed with excitement, but she suppressed her excitement, just kept stroking her slightly bulging belly and sat down carefully.
Ci'er, wearing a linen apron, couldn't believe it. He actually won, won against the genius of the God of Food Cult?
"Ahem... Zier, are you interested in joining the God of Food Cult? You can gain more knowledge of cooking and make high-end food like Peterby."
Seeing that Kelos was poaching people in front of him, Xia Lan didn't say anything, but just glanced at the people in the God of Food Cult to see if there were any naive people who could be fooled.
"Thank you, Bishop Keros. I still prefer Faox. When my child is born and grows up, I might encounter a bottleneck and take my wife to travel around the continent to experience the world of delicious food in the atrium."
Tser simply rubbed his head and said apologetically.
Kero could only shake his head in disappointment and express his regret for this matter, but at this time Xia Lan spoke.
"Bishop, you don't have to join the God Eater Cult if you want to teach. You'll be staying in Boravice for a long time anyway, so why not teach my people while you're there?"
"this……"
"Don't worry, I won't let your help go in vain. The knowledge of the Church of Truth will be open to the God Eater Cult. I won't have any objections if you copy it and take it away."
"It's a deal!"
"Pope Auguros, I wonder if our School of All Things can..."
"Anyone who is interested can do so."
"We explore the association to join!"
"The Wizarding Union..."
"The Church of Knowledge..."
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