The Immortal Beauty began to scan the Peony Fairy up and down.
This prompted the latter to roll his eyes dramatically.
"It's no use, Master. Don't even think about it! Let alone whether I can find a Daoist partner, even if I did, they might not even be interested in me."
"Seriously? You have such high standards?"
The Immortal Beauty looked at her disciple with a shocked expression.
"With your looks, you'd definitely be in the top five even in the immortal realm, and that kid doesn't even look at you?"
"I've met him a few times, but I haven't noticed that he has any special feelings for me."
"Then I'll have to take a good look."
...
Ye Feng felt something was off today.
But I can't quite put my finger on what's strange about it.
Ning Shuang then said to him in confusion, "Junior Uncle, I've noticed that the flowers in our vegetable garden are almost buried in the soil."
That's when he suddenly realized what was going on.
That's what's so strange!
Looking at the drooping flowers, Ye Feng was completely baffled.
Do you know what's going on here?
Ning Shuang shook her head, equally confused.
I scratched my head, and since I couldn't figure it out, I simply stopped thinking about it.
"Never mind, let's start preparing today's meal."
As usual, we'll start with dessert.
French desserts: raspberry cake, crème brûlée, and tiramisu.
The main selling point is calories.
These things may look cheap and popular in bakeries and restaurants, but they're actually quite simple to make.
The ingredients are very simple, consisting of nothing more than flour, eggs, sugar, and some fruit powder.
At most, they'll just poke a fresh strawberry or raspberry on the cake.
Then they'll sell it to you for tens of dollars, and you can take it or leave it without haggling.
After this series of steps, the red raspberry cake has reached its final stage.
Place the baked dough on the cutting board and cut it into rectangles that look valuable.
Then spread the egg whites and whipped cream with a lot of sugar evenly.
Then cover it with another layer of baked dough as a blanket.
Spread another layer of cream combined with red raspberry jam on the quilt.
And so, layer upon layer of lines were stacked up to three layers.
Then spread the cooked red raspberry jam on the top layer of cream.
He cut off the four uneven edges for himself and his kitchen helpers.
Cut the rest into small rectangles and top with two red raspberries as decoration.
Then they sell it at a high price to suckers... cough cough, God-like customers.
Next, we'll make the tiramisu.
The tools used are also extremely simple.
Egg yolks, sugar, cheese, and a little coffee and cocoa powder.
Then it's done.
Caramel pudding is even easier.
Milk, eggs, sugar—all you need.
With the help of various spells, the three desserts for hundreds of people were finally completed.
After the kittens helping with the kitchen gave their faces a thorough cleaning treatment, they began to serve the dishes.
The moment the fairy-like beauty saw the dessert being served, she was so shocked that her eyes widened.
Even in this dignified fairyland, the hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.
"Eating cake with chopsticks, what a brilliant idea the chef came up with."
With this thought in mind, she skillfully scooped out a large piece of red raspberry cake with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.
The Peony Fairy, who was preparing chopsticks for the teacher, was completely taken aback.
It seems that only Ye Feng has this thing. How did Master learn it?
Does this thing also exist in the Immortal Realm?
With a sweet cake in her mouth, the beautiful immortal woman found a few tears welling up in her eyes.
"Master...it can't be that serious, can it? You can't possibly cry over a meal?"
The Peony Fairy was dumbfounded.
Master felt something was off when he descended to the mortal realm, and it felt even worse here.
You don't understand!
After replying, the beautiful immortal focused on her dessert.
After finishing dessert, seeing the five courses that were served, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, like beads from a broken string.
Tomato tofu, braised mutton, stewed pig's trotters with soybeans, braised lion's head meatballs, and beggar's chicken.
A dish that is both familiar and unfamiliar.
With a "whoosh," the figure of the beautiful immortal had vanished from the spot.
The Peony Fairy was shocked and quickly chased after her.
Jian Qingfeng, who was far away in the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, frowned and instantly disappeared from his cave.
"Bang!"
The protective array around the kitchen lit up, and Qingcheng's figure stopped outside the kitchen door.
"We welcome you to dine at my mountain retreat, but the kitchen is a restricted area and outsiders are not allowed to enter. Please leave."
A gentle breeze blew by, and Jian Qingfeng's figure appeared in the kitchen.
The Immortal Beauty's eyes were bloodshot as she said, enunciating each word clearly, "Get out of my way, you can't stop me!"
Jian Qingfeng remained calm, showing no sign of tension whatsoever.
"I advise you not to make a mistake. Within three feet of me, I am confident that I can fight even a human immortal. At most, you can only exert the strength of a supreme being in the lower realm. If you die under my sword, it is something that no one wants to see."
The Peony Fairy has also arrived.
He quickly grabbed his master's arm and asked anxiously, "Master, what's wrong? Why are you doing this?"
The Immortal Beauty took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm her excited emotions.
After giving Jian Qingfeng a deep look, she resumed her calm and collected demeanor.
"I would like to meet your chef. I have a few questions for him. Please let me know."
Jian Qingfeng sheathed his sword, his attitude remaining assertive.
"The kitchen is a restricted area, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. The chef is nowhere to be seen either. Please leave."
Qingcheng immediately frowned.
I was actually rejected?
With her looks, no one in the immortal realm could refuse her, yet she was rejected by a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator in the lower realm?!
"It really is just a few questions."
"no."
"Just one question, is that alright?"
"No, please leave."
Faced with Jian Qingfeng's stubbornness, Qingcheng was itching with anger.
"I'm from the same hometown as your chef!"
Jian Qingfeng shook his head and said, "As far as I know, Ye Feng's hometown has only produced one person with the aptitude for cultivation."
"Ahhh!"
Qingcheng angrily scratched her hair hard.
In the eyes of your Shushan Sword Sect, are flying swords the only things that are considered peerless beauties?
They deserve to be single forever!
"I have a question, could you please pass it on for me? Whether he sees me or not is up to him!"
Jian Qingfeng frowned, thought for a long time, and finally nodded.
The other party was, after all, a celestial being. Although I wasn't afraid, it wasn't unreasonable for me to relay a message to him, considering he was a customer.
"Ask him for me, has Conan grown up yet?"
...
"puff!"
"Has Conan grown up yet?!"
Ye Feng, who had just spat out a mouthful of water, hurriedly repeated the question.
Ning Shuang nodded.
"That's what my grandmaster said."
Holy crap!
Ye Feng cursed inwardly and quickly tidied himself up.
He took out the jade slip and contacted Jian Qingfeng directly, saying, "Grandmaster, could you please prepare a quiet place for me? I need to talk to this guest."
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