Chapter 951: Chapter 950: A Gradually Widening Gap

The night on the wilderness wasn’t too silent. Occasionally, green, eerie eyes appeared not far from the car; when the lights shone on them, they turned out to be giant beasts of the wild. Strangely, whether wolves, tigers, or leopards, they always kept their distance from the car.

They were clearly intimidated by the Hunter, or rather, by the ominous aura gathered around the chef after countless kills. This was a mysterious thing, but the beasts with sharp senses could easily detect the intense danger and instinctively felt that the people in the car were not to be trifled with, very powerful indeed. After all, seeking advantage and avoiding harm is the nature of all living creatures.

Thanks to this, Xia Yu enjoyed the tranquility of the night all the way.

The system information floated in his vision:

“Successfully used ‘Rock Alpaca Meat’ to cook a dish, and the completion of the dish reached 80%. The host can name this new recipe of Purple Quality.”

What the heck, the recipe I worked so hard to create was judged by the system to be just a mere purple.

“If it’s purple, I’m too lazy to think of a name.”

Xia Yu carelessly dismissed the information with no attachment to the so-called new recipe.

Unless it was gold or at least at the level of Kirin’s Kill or quasi-Dragon level, it wasn’t perfect to him, and there was no need to rack his brain thinking of a name.

He was a chef pursuing radiant classics.

“Huh—”

Jintan Shun rubbed his belly out of fright, glanced at the boy in the backseating deep in thought, and happened to see Xia Yu dismiss the system information, his face showing frustration. He was secretly puzzled; logically, having just dominated a Qilin-level opponent with a new ingredient, that smile and joyful mood should last at least two to three days, right? How come the smile disappeared in an instant?

“What’s wrong?” Jintan Shun asked with interest, “Is the opponent too weak, not worth the excitement? Or did the new recipe, which is so delicious it makes people cry tears of joy, fail to inflate your ego?”

“Tch.”

The young man leaned on the car window, watching the passing wilderness night scenery, and tossed a dismissive glance backward, “The opponent was weak, much weaker than Wei Zhong. The recipe was just so-so, what’s there for me to get inflated about?”

Jintan Shun was instantly silenced.

Weak opponent? The Female Qilin Chef Maria is ranked in the top 20 internationally on the Qilin List. She’s a renowned chef in the Food Dominator circle, yet Xia Yu mentioned Wei Zhong, measuring strength in his units… Uh, Jintan Shun quickly shut up.

Unlike other Food Dominator chefs, Jintan Shun knew about Wei Zhong personally.

And the recipe is… just ordinary?

Hearing Xia Yu’s modesty, or rather self-deprecation, caught Jintan Shun’s eye, “I say, impromptu play on the spot, using completely unfamiliar ingredients, in a very short time, presenting a dish very close to Kirin’s Kill, you still aren’t satisfied or boastful?”

“I think it’s a masterpiece!” came the Tulip’s evaluation from the driver’s seat.

Jintan Shun also nodded in agreement, “Perfect!”

Perfect?

Xia Yu raised an eyebrow, finally showing a slight expression shift on his face.

“Far from perfect,” he said softly, then looked at the surprised faces of Jintan Shun, and the confident face reflected in the rearview mirror of Tulip, also filled with confusion and astonishment.

Got it!

Observing their expressions, Xia Yu understood.

So, the so-called ‘perfect’ isn’t just lip service but genuinely from the heart. Seeing this, Xia Yu was perplexed. Didn’t these two, with their Qilin tongues, Food Tyrant’s stomachs, detect any flaws?

Unlike before, this time, Xia Yu knew exactly where the 20% completion of the improvised work was missing.

“Charcoal.”

A faint word drifted away in the wind.

“Charcoal?” Jintan Shun and Tulip exchanged a glance, “Didn’t we get you fruitwood charcoal? And also specially used fruitwood chips to light the fire.”

“The fruitwood charcoal you got me was jujube wood, but the chips used for lighting were pine…”

“If I prepare classic roast duck, um, using jujube wood charcoal for baking, the roast duck wouldn’t just visually lean towards jujube wood color, but in taste, the meat would carry a hint of sweet jujube aroma. Just like authentic Imperial City roast duck, the most traditional barbecue feast, must use natural wood charcoal, and the type of fruitwood affects the taste, even if the influence is tiny, but a truly perfect work can’t have any blemish.” Xia Yu sighed.

Hearing this, Jintan Shun’s expression collapsed.

He knew fruitwood charcoal affects the taste of barbecue.

But taking the recent roast alpaca feast as an example, he didn’t taste any mixed flavors that displeased Xia Yu at all.

“You, you’re just a bit…” He scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

Overly picky?

“The key I hold onto is called perfection.”

This sentence blocked all of Jintan Shun’s words.

The famous Qilin Hunter, Lin Chef, felt troubled, especially when a youth from a different era grasped a flaw and turned back to educate him, while he, regarding the so-called flaw, was completely unaware and unconcerned…

So it is.

Unconsciously…

The gap already exists and has widened?

The internationally recognized top Qilin Chef lowered his head, masking a glint of disturbance in his eyes.

The rearview mirror in the car, Tulip’s eyes were filled with disbelief, “… the Young Dragon Chef, will he reemerge in this era?”

…

Mongolia, southwest region.

The morning mist spread around Benchagan Lake.

From a yurt came a cold voice: “He came too?”

Huang He stood with his hands behind his back in the large yurt, equipped with a bed and furniture. On a table with hot tea and boiled lamb, a phone played a video, evidently in a non-normal shooting state, occasionally blocked and with noise. A segment of on-site cooking footage was intermittent, but it didn’t stop Huang He from staring at the boy, noting the Mongolian ambiance of the boy’s setting.

“This video was stealthily shot by an old Hunter friend of mine; he recognizes that Xia boy.”

Next to the table, a dark-skinned man said.

This was Huang He’s second disciple, Luo Tiangang. He was a year younger than Wei Zhong, but his personal aura and intense menacing presence were like a super soldier in his prime, wearing wristbands, a tight camouflage tank top, and a pure black headband stained with traces of chilling blood.

“He’s here, likely in the Benchagan Lake area,” Luo Tiangang said calmly. “Master, should we try to eliminate him? In this lawless area, making someone disappear without a trace is simple.”

Huang He stared at the phone screen and asked after a while, “How sure are you?”

“Not at all sure.”

Luo Tiangang’s voice had no fluctuation, “He’s in the team of Jintan Shun and Tulip; both of them, at most, I can fight to a draw with either. Against both, I can’t escape.”

Huang He’s eyes showed reluctance, yet he remained highly rational, decisively saying: “Then forget it!”

Boom.

Suddenly, a loud boom resounded outside. The ground seemed to be struck by a fierce bombardment, shaking, the tea on the table rippling with dense rings. Hearing the commotion, Huang He frowned, “That group started again.”

Luo Tiangang walked a few steps, lifting the yurt flap, revealing the sight of intense bombardment over Benchagan Lake. His pupils shrank noticeably, and his mouth twitched slightly, inhaling sharply, “How many days has it been, and yet they’re still planning to use carpet bombing to force out the thing lurking in the lake’s waters? They intend to steam-dry Benchagan Lake.”

Right!

Thinking about the gathered Big Eight Heads of the Food Society, Luo Tiangang had an idea, turning back to say, “Master, I can’t do it alone, but with help, the situation could change significantly. We can contact someone from the Food Society…”

“Contact who? Our Chinese Realm has always stayed clear of their affairs,” Huang He was slightly surprised.

Luo Tiangang slowly uttered two words: “Lei Zhe…”

“I know him, but he doesn’t necessarily know me. However, that doesn’t matter. If the rumors of him being humiliated and driven away by that Xia boy are true, then he indeed shares a common enemy with us.”

“Then contact him!” Huang He’s eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness.

“Yes!”

Luo Tiangang exited the yurt and headed straight towards the assembly point on the other side of Benchagan Lake.

From a bird’s-eye view, up to today, the dense tents and yurts surrounding Benchagan Lake on all four sides seemed like a siege army.