The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal
Chapter 1408: Advanced Chef God

Chapter 1408: Chapter 1408: Advanced Chef God

"Is there actually a dish that can heal taste?" Most of the cultivators in the Immortal Banquet Holy City were skeptical.

The taste of a Spirit Chef is different.

Compared to ordinary people, cultivators’ sense of taste is more than ten thousand times sharper, and the taste of top Spirit Chefs is over ten thousand times more sensitive than that of ordinary cultivators.

Every top Spirit Chef can detect even the subtlest nuances in the flavor of a dish and rely on the methods of cultivators to make fine adjustments during the cooking process.

Only in this way can the flavor be brought to its peak.

If a Spirit Chef loses their taste, they are rendered useless.

Li Jiaojiao clenched her fist, her heart full of determination: "If one dish doesn’t work, I’ll try dish by dish, I’m sure I can restore your taste."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yueru felt deeply moved.

The cultivators of the Immortal Banquet Holy City all looked at Li Jiaojiao, wondering if she could succeed.

All along, Lin Yueru was the most renowned Master-Level Spirit Chef in the Immortal Banquet Holy City, and almost all the cultivators in the city had tasted the dishes she prepared, reminiscing about that flavor.

However, since Lin Yueru lost her taste and stopped cooking, everyone felt as if they had lost something.

"Fairy Li, if you succeed in curing Master Lin, I, on behalf of the entire Xianhe City, express our gratitude to you." The City Lord bowed deeply.

"Please, Fairy Li, you must cure Master Lin."

Other cultivators also cupped their hands in a gesture of respect.

"I will do my best." Li Jiaojiao began to develop some ideas, loudly stating, "In the coming period, I might need a lot of ingredients. I hope everyone can provide them, and I will buy them at the original price."

"Fairy Li, what are you saying? Of course, we will fully support you, ingredients on the house!"

"Yes, on the house!"

Spirit Chefs from various taverns stepped forward.

They were all admirers of Lin Yueru and sincerely hoped she could recover soon.

"Thank you all!"

Li Jiaojiao put down her backpack and took out her exclusive kitchenware: knife, iron pot, cutting board, skimmer, iron ladle, spatula...

These kitchen utensils were forged by the Refining Furnace.

Each piece had a spirit of its own.

Clang, clang, clang... Li Jiaojiao began slicing vegetables, her knife skills exquisite, producing cucumber slices all of the same size, which, when placed under the sunlight, could reflect the sun.

"Such knife skills, extraordinary!"

The Spirit Chefs present were all amazed.

"Very impressive, more skilled than I am, I wonder who her master is." Lin Yueru was also drawn in, her pretty face full of surprise.

"The first dish is done." Li Jiaojiao placed the chilled vinegar cucumber slices on a plate and handed them to Lin Yueru, smiling, "Go ahead, have a taste."

Lin Yueru picked up a slice and tasted it gently, but felt no flavor, and shook her head: "No taste."

"How could it have no taste?"

"This is so delicious!"

Xiao Liu from Yueru Tavern and other Spirit Chefs all ate the cucumber slices, faces filled with happiness, and only after speaking did they realize Lin Yueru had lost her sense of taste.

"It’s okay, keep going." Li Jiaojiao was not discouraged and tried another dish.

Fried prawns, chilled kelp salad, pork rib corn soup, steamed sea bass... Li Jiaojiao put in effort time and again, cooking over ten thousand dishes within just half a month, filling the entire city with the aroma.

Everyone who smelled it was drooling with hunger, wanting to rush over and feast.

"Still no taste."

Lin Yueru put down her chopsticks, having tasted the ten thousandth dish, her pretty face full of disappointment.

"How could this be?"

"Eating so many Divine Grade dishes should stimulate a person’s taste buds, even if the sense of taste has been lost for a long time, it should have recovered!"

"Why is there no effect?"

Everyone was puzzled.

Li Jiaojiao stood by the chopping board, wearing an apron, one hand resting on the stove, the other holding a knife, thinking for a long while, feeling something was amiss.

"I’ll keep trying!"

Li Jiaojiao was full of vigor.

Lin Yueru beside her wanted to advise her to give up, but after thinking about it, considering how hard she was working for her, Lin Yueru wondered why she should give up.

"Perhaps the method was wrong!"

Li Jiaojiao gazed into the distance, her gaze traveling far until it landed on Ancient Painting City, seeing Shi Lei’s landscape painting on the wall.

A strong wind blew.

The golden rice fields in the painting swayed in the wind, giving Li Jiaojiao a sense of being in the scene, as if she could smell the refreshing aroma of the rice.

"I understand!"

Li Jiaojiao closed her eyes, carefully comprehending.

"The methods I used before were too flamboyant."

"To restore Lin Yueru’s taste, I must start from the simplest things."

"The Sect Leader also said that the finest ingredients often only require the most rustic cooking methods, and in such cases, any fancy technique is superfluous."

Li Jiaojiao picked up a white radish, sliced it, put it in water to boil, adding just oil and salt.

"Isn’t this a dish even ordinary people can make? Without using Spirit Chef methods, can this actually work?"

The people were puzzled.

However, as Lin Yueru drank the radish soup while it was hot, her hands suddenly trembled, unable to hold the bowl, dropping it to the ground.

"What does it taste like?" Li Jiaojiao asked.

"Very clear, very sweet, delicious." Lin Yueru said excitedly, "Did I... have I recovered?"

"Not completely yet." Li Jiaojiao shook her head, saying, "You’ve only temporarily recovered. You need to taste the most original flavors of all the ingredients in the world, imprint them in your Divine Sense, and form memories to stimulate your taste nerve recovery."

Saying this, Li Jiaojiao continued to cook.

She only used the simplest method: adding oil and salt, cooking with clear water.

This method could elicit the most original flavors from the ingredients, stimulate Lin Yueru’s taste nerves, and help her memorize all the flavors.

During the cooking process, Li Jiaojiao also seemed to be retracing her path as a Spirit Chef, filling in the blanks of her past, improving her skills.

Half a month later.

As Lin Yueru finished the last sip of clear soup, she felt like something was growing in her mouth, itching, even her sense of smell began to enhance.

"I’ve recovered!"

She picked up the ingredients on the table, licked them with her tongue, easily distinguishing their taste and quality, her mind filled with countless combinations.

"Truly recovered?"

The Spirit Chefs present were overjoyed.

"Master Li, please accept my gratitude!" Lin Yueru knelt before Li Jiaojiao, "If you don’t mind, I want to take you as my master."

However, Li Jiaojiao didn’t speak.

She closed her eyes, quietly standing there, reflecting on the path of a Spirit Chef she had retraced over this time, realizing there were no more weak points in her culinary skills.

An idea flashed in her mind.

In front of everyone, Li Jiaojiao cracked open ten eggs, mixing only the yolks with white rice, heated the pan with oil, and began adding salt to stir-fry.

Soon, a pot of fragrant Gold fried rice was freshly served, its scent wafting ten miles.

Everyone gathered around, tasting one grain of rice at a time, and then, they all seemed to return to their childhood, savoring the delicacies their mothers made by hand.

A sense of happiness spontaneously arose.

Countless people couldn’t help but shed tears.

Li Jiaojiao also tasted a small bite, as if she had returned to her childhood, walking in Qinglin Village under the Taiyue Mountain Range, breathing in the scent of her hometown.

"So, being a Chef God isn’t about creating high-end delicious dishes, but rather about making food that makes people happy, filling them with hope for life."

"So that’s what it is!"

Li Jiaojiao took a deep breath, radiating a mysterious aura, her demeanor completely different, bringing a familiar sense of compassion wherever she went, as if seeing a mother from one’s hometown.

In the sky.

Ye Feng gazed downward, his pupils shrinking.

"She broke through! This is the true Chef God!"

In his astonishment, Ye Feng looked at the distant sky, saying, "Jiaojiao has finally surpassed all masters, becoming the true Chef God, what a joyous occasion."