Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!
Chapter 130 Price Gouging

Chapter 130: Chapter 130 Price Gouging

He was so confident, he must have come prepared, but he shouldn’t underestimate my experience.

When I was young, in order to improve my culinary skills, I traveled over mountains and rivers, and I’ve seen all kinds of troubles. I even humbled myself before the Royal Family to learn palace cuisine.

If it’s fake, I’ll see through it at a glance.

Looking at Yang Yu, Mr. Qilom revealed an unusually sincere smile, "The decision is mine. Since you’re prepared to be thrown out, I might as well listen to what you have to say."

"True to Mr. Qilom’s style, straightforward just like me. I believe we will definitely get along. It’s just..."

Glancing at the surrounding chefs who were watching eagerly, Yang Yu spoke with a serious expression,

"Everything I’m about to share could potentially overturn the world. Aside from you, I don’t want anyone else to hear."

"What an extravagant claim. I’ll indulge you. Just make sure you don’t embarrass yourself with your ignorance."

Mr. Qilom raised his hand, and the nearby chefs stepped back a few paces. They were very curious about what Yang Yu was going to say to Mr. Qilom, but their curiosity did not surpass their respect for him.

To the entire culinary world of the Luo Ze Empire, Mr. Qilom was their god.

"That should do. Mr. Qilom, time is precious, and I don’t want to waste any more of yours, so let’s get started."

Pretending to hesitate as if he didn’t know where to begin, Yang Yu finally began to speak as if he had made up his mind.

"On that day, I was leading my companions through a dungeon, and when we were conquering the final layer, a white fog suddenly enveloped me, and I saw the scenery of another world. In that place, everything was so convenient, you could simply sit in your room and with the flick of a finger, enjoy delicacies from all around the world."

If you could enjoy delicacies from all around the world with just the flick of a finger, I wouldn’t have had to come here through so much trouble.

But he didn’t seem to be lying; on the contrary, there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. Such expressions are most commonly seen in those who’ve tasted cuisine from their homeland...

Although Mr. Qilom had his doubts, unable to catch Yang Yu in any slip, he chose to keep listening.

"It was a strange era, where it seemed everyone could use magic devices... or rather, tools similar to magic devices, but they weren’t powered by magic power, they were powered by something called electricity."

So it’s magic devices. If magic devices are involved, it could be possible to enjoy delicacies from all over the world at home with just the flick of a finger... If Advanced Mages set up the transmission points beforehand, then, using magic devices...

Wait? Not magic power, but electricity? Could it be that crackling type of electricity?

"Mr. Qilom, surely you’re not interested in this part, let’s skip straight to the food. In that world, what shocked me the most was a type of noodle dish that became incredibly delicious just by tearing open its packaging and pouring hot water on it. With just soaking in hot water, you could have vegetables, meat, and even a rich broth."

"Hold on, hold on!" Mr. Qilom couldn’t help but interject with skepticism, "Just by pouring hot water, how could there be meat, vegetables, and a rich broth? Do you know how difficult it is to make a rich meat broth?"

"I’m not a professional chef, don’t ask me such professional questions. I only know that in that world, it indeed only required immersing in hot water and you had everything.

I know it’s hard for people to accept, it sounds just like nonsensical gibberish, which is why I chose to start from this angle.

But since Mr. Qilom finds it so hard to accept, I’ll begin with something relatively simple, then gradually delve into the unbelievable."

Lu Xun once said that if a room is too dark and someone wants to open a window, the family will definitely disagree, but if you start removing the tiles from the roof, they’ll grab you and be willing to open the window.

Telling stories is the same, first present the most unacceptable ones, then follow up with some that they are somewhat unwilling to accept, and they’ll reluctantly agree.

Taking advantage of the high favorability Mr. Qilom had for him, Yang Yu naturally planned to make his move.

First, he brought out the mythical instant noodles, which he ensured Mr. Qilom would find completely impossible, and then he told some stories that Mr. Qilom might barely accept, ensuring that Mr. Qilom would listen patiently from beginning to end, even though some were somewhat impractical.

This strategy seemed simple, but Yang Yu had spent an entire night preparing.

For the sake of his reputation, and to avoid unnecessary trouble, he simulated various scenarios, even ones where he was chased around with a rolling pin.

And all this was to secure sponsorship from Mr. Qilom.

"Do you know about something called potato chips, Mr. Qilom?"

Mr. Qilom shook his head.

"Simply put, it’s when you slice potatoes into thin pieces and fry them in oil until they’re golden and crispy."

"What’s so tasty about such a simple food?"

"It’s not always the more complicated dishes that are delicious. Although that food is simple, it has a blank canvas property, so with the right ingredients, the flavors can vary tremendously - beef, cucumber, barbecue, tomato, spicy... it’s one of the most popular foods in that world..."

Starting with simple foods that anyone could make, Yang Yu went on and on, progressing methodically with each culinary story he told carefully considered.

The first foods should be ones that Mr. Qilom had never heard of but felt doable, or at least barely doable.

He then escalated to theoretically possible but unknown preparations, teasing the old man’s taste buds.

Finally, he’d casually recount a few fantastical stories, just enough to leave him looking forward to the future.

Two hours later.

Yang Yu said with a smile, "...I wonder if what I’ve said suits Mr. Qilom’s tastes. At least from the fact that I haven’t been kicked out by Mr. Qilom, I can tell that he’s quite pleased. At least he doesn’t think I’m talking nonsense."

Mr. Qilom suddenly snapped back to reality, his long face breaking into an involuntary smile. At first, he was somewhat distracted, but the more he listened, the more he found Yang Yu’s tales incredible, becoming increasingly engrossed.

No wonder, if what Yang Yu said was true, he’d have a hard time getting bored for a long time.

"Haha, kid, I appreciate you. It seems you’re not lying. Unless you’ve truly seen and tasted these things, you couldn’t possibly describe them so vividly."

Mr. Qilom laughed heartily, pleased with his trip to the library,

"You’ve given me so many ideas, made me happy. I should indeed meet some of your demands. Tell me! How much do you want? Money is no object to me now, consider it a donation."

Hearing Mr. Qilom speak so generously, Yang Yu’s cheeks flushed, and dispensing with the formalities,

"Since Mr. Qilom is so sincere, I won’t beat around the bush. How about rounding up to the nearest hundred million, and you give me a billion?"