Chapter 358 Hosting a Banquet
After hearing this story, Meng Qingyin felt a mix of emotions.
She never expected that her request for Qin Feng to research demonized equipment would, to some extent, help her make a decision.
No matter what choice Qin Feng makes, it will go against the last wishes of another deceased person.
Qingfeng comforted her, "Master, what Afeng is doing now is something that makes her happy. She must have already made up her mind."
Meng Qingyin thought for a moment and asked, "That Ming Qing... why did she encourage you to enter the Demon Tower?"
Qingfeng shook his head: "Who knows? After Chen Sha died, she disappeared too, and we lost all contact with her."
She added, "Master, let's give Afeng some more time regarding the more demonized equipment. She's just taken that first step and needs time to process it."
Meng Qingyin nodded.
Yes, no matter what choice Qin Feng makes, he can't have the best of both worlds.
But since she chose to forge enchanted equipment, it means she already knew the answer in her heart.
The rest is up to time.
“Alright, ask Sister Feng when she’s free, and I’ll host a banquet for her! And I absolutely won’t show up in front of her that day!” Meng Qingyin said solemnly.
At first, she planned to use the idea of treating Qin Feng to a meal to persuade him to forge more demonized equipment for her.
But after hearing about their past, she changed her mind.
If Qin Feng doesn't want to see her, then she shouldn't appear in front of him.
Qingfeng immediately sent a message to Qin Feng.
A moment later, she looked up at Meng Qingyin and said, "Afeng said she'll be free tomorrow."
Meng Qingyin gave an "OK" sign. "Then let's set it for tomorrow night. I'll start searching for chefs specializing in various cuisines right now!"
Qingfeng smiled and said, "Is there anything I can help you with? I mean, I'm quite good at cooking, so if you're too busy, I can help you cook a few dishes."
Meng Qingyin smiled and said, "No, you'll be my guest tomorrow too. You'll be responsible for keeping Sister Feng company and making sure she eats and drinks well."
Qingfeng feigned jealousy: "So it turns out I'm just benefiting from Afeng's success."
Meng Qingyin chuckled twice: "No, no, you will always be my eldest disciple."
Qingfeng asked, puzzled, "What is the eldest disciple?"
Meng Qingyin didn't explain the joke to her, but said, "It means that no one can replace you in my heart."
Qingfeng's eyes widened suddenly, a look of shock appearing in them: "Master, you...you mustn't have any designs on me."
Meng Qingyin's face darkened: "It's me who should be advising you to give up this presumptuous idea!"
Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief. "That scared me to death. Luckily, it wasn't what I thought."
Despite saying that, she still ran away in a flash.
Meng Qingyin twitched the corners of her mouth, utterly speechless.
A moment later, she went to the chat area and shouted: "Any chefs who take on banquets? If so, message me!"
As soon as this message was posted, Meng Qingyin's private chat exploded with various self-recommendations.
Meng Qingyin glanced at it and saw that there were Sichuan cuisine, Shandong cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Anhui cuisine, etc., almost all eight major cuisines were gathered, and there were even chefs who were good at cooking foreign dishes.
Besides offering their services, the most frequent questions they asked were about the price. Some also inquired whether they would bring their own ingredients or if she would prepare them, and whether the food would be cooked and then transferred to them or if there was another way of payment.
Some players even asked her if she wanted pre-made dishes.
Meng Qingyin created a group and then did a preliminary screening, pulling in some players who seemed relatively normal.
Even in the initial screening, there were more than 30 people in the group.
Mengmeng: "@All members, I will provide the ingredients. The reward is 1 gold coin. You need to teleport to my place to cook. If you can't accept this, you can leave the group."
She had to provide the ingredients, for food safety reasons.
If someone with ill intentions were to poison the food they were given, she would offend Qin Feng.
The reason why everyone cooks for her is for the same reason.
She wouldn't feel at ease unless the whole process was done right under her nose.
Otherwise, if something goes wrong at any stage, she will regret it.
Chef Li (Sichuan cuisine inheritor): "@Mengmeng, will you provide the teleportation card or do we need to provide it ourselves?"
Mengmeng: "I'll go."
Thanks to the existence of the Magic Tower Shop, various items that were previously rare can now be purchased as long as you have money.
The price of the teleportation card was nothing to her; she paid for it without hesitation.
Jiangnan: "But if we go to your place... will our safety be guaranteed? You won't kill people to steal our supplies, will you?"
Haruko: "Haha, you're being a bit of a worrywart upstairs. Do you think Mengmeng would even look at our paltry sums?"
Mengmeng: "If you feel uneasy, you can leave the group. I won't force you."
Now that the servers have just merged, it's only natural for players to be suspicious and distrustful of each other.
Soon, many people left the group.
Mengmeng: "That's right, I only need two chefs for each cuisine. Everyone can send me the cuisine they are good at."
Soon, the players started posting what they were good at.
How to kill time when boredom: "@Mengmeng, do you need a Western cuisine chef?"
Mengmeng: "Okay, is there anyone else who is a Western cuisine chef?"
Zhou Xuanran: "Me too."
Mengmeng: "Okay, then the Western food is for the two of you."
Later, she hired chefs specializing in other cuisines, including those skilled in Chinese cuisine as well as Western cuisine and various other foreign dishes.
In the end, 26 people were chosen.
Meng Qingyin asked them to write down a list of the dishes to be made the next day, as well as the various ingredients and seasonings needed, and then they began to prepare the ingredients.
She even asked Qingfeng about Qin Feng's taste preferences, but only received the reply, "Qin Feng doesn't have any particular favorite tastes," and that was the end of it.
Let's see which chef's dish can win over Qin Feng's stomach tomorrow.
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"Brother Liang, I've been chosen!" a skinny man said respectfully to Wang Xiaoliang.
Wang Xiaoliang narrowed his eyes. "Alright, follow my instructions tomorrow."
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