Chapter 883: The Path to Becoming Chef God

An Lin thoroughly basked in the joy of becoming Tina’s sugar baby before leaving the Divine Mirror World with contentment in his heart.

Tina was also quite elated to be able to take care of An Lin in his time of need.

“Giant An Lin, I’ll make sure to notify you as soon as any new spirit stone mines are born in the Divine Mirror World!” Tina whizzed around An Lin’s head as she spoke in a crisp, gentle voice.

“You’re the best, Little Na! I’ll cook something just for you with the frying pan tomorrow!” An Lin praised with a smile.

“Yay! You’re awesome, Giant An Lin!” Tina latched onto An Lin’s finger excitedly. “The dishes cooked by your frying pan are the most delicious dishes in the world.”

“Of course!” An Lin raised his head with a smug expression.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

“Wait, there seems to be something wrong…” An Lin’s expression darkened. “What do you mean by the dishes cooked by my frying pan? Those are the dishes cooked by me using the frying pan!”

“Is there a difference?” Tina blinked in confusion.

“Of course!” An Lin nodded with a serious expression. “The former makes it sound like the frying pan is really bad*ss, while the latter makes me sound really bad*ss.”

“Oh…” Tina nodded even as she grumbled internally. That’s exactly what I’m saying! The frying pan makes all the difference! Without the frying pan, your cooking isn’t even as good as the stuff made by the aunties in the school cafeteria!

“The dishes cooked by Giant An Lin using the frying pan are the most delicious dishes in the world! Your cooking is the best!” Tina lied through her teeth with a dainty smile.

An Lin nodded with satisfaction.

The most delicious dishes in the world…

Another thought suddenly occurred to him. If he continued to sell a hundred steamers of stuffed buns ignored by Da Bai every day at a price of a thousand spirit stones per steamer, he would be able to earn a hundred thousand spirit stones a day.

However, this was clearly not a sustainable model of business. After all, this was a luxury item, and the students at the university really weren’t all that rich. Many of them were only trying out the stuffed buns for the experience before regretting it afterward. There were almost no students who could afford to buy his stuffed buns every day.

“How about I sell the stuffed buns once every other day? That would create demand excessive to supply…

“And then, maybe I can cook some specialty dishes on the days in between?”

A thoughtful expression appeared on An Lin’s face. This was a good idea, but it was going to be quite difficult to cook specialty dishes that were worth more than a hundred thousand spirit stones per dish, even with the frying pan…

That night, a frying pan feast was organized again.

An Lin even invited Xiaolan over to brainstorm some ideas.

Xu Xiaolan paused to consider his proposal for a moment before replying, “The Chef God of the Heavenly Court has to be able to provide something other than just purely delicious dishes in order to justify astronomical prices. The dishes must also contain extremely pure energy and can help the consumer recover from injuries or attain enlightenment in order to progress their cultivation base.”

“You’re saying my current dishes are too one-dimensional?” An Lin asked.

Xu Xiaolan nodded. “That’s right. Do you remember that cola chicken you cooked for me? When I opened the lid on the dish, the projection of a phoenix soared into the air! All of the specialty dishes cooked using the frying pan must come with their own special effects, thereby creating a selling point on its own! If we could use some ingredients with medicinal properties, we could even transcend beyond what it means to be a Chef God!”

Xu Xiaolan’s words were imparted like words of profound wisdom, and An Lin was itching to give her idea a try.

“Alright! I’ll try that tomorrow!”

An Lin had his cooking skills and pill refinement skills to carry him, so he couldn’t go wrong.

Did you say his cooking skills were only on par with aunties from school cafeterias?

Please! Aunties from different cafeterias had different levels of cooking skills! Most of them just threw ingredients together before cooking it carelessly and praying to God that it was edible.

But this was the top university in the Kingdom of the Nine States, The United University of Cultivation!

The aunties who cooked in the cafeteria of a prestigious school like this were surely the prodigy chefs among all the cafeteria-dwelling aunties!

One had to realize that Xuanyuan Cheng, Su Qianyun, and Xu Xiaolan had extremely lavish upbringings, and even they couldn’t find anything to complain about the food here!

It could already be considered quite a feat if An Lin’s cooking skills were comparable to that of the cafeteria aunties here!

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Of course, they were still quite a distance away from the Chef God level.

However, the frying pan changed everything! Its flavor enhancement effect was nothing to be scoffed at, and it made a world of difference to the flavor of whatever he was cooking.

The food of the gods was not made to fill stomachs, but instead, they were purely for enjoyment!

Not only did An Lin’s dishes have to be delicious, but they also had to appeal to all the senses and even satisfy the consumer’s consciousness! Only then could he be worthy of the title of Chef God!

The next day, after classes.

An Lin stood in his kitchen while looking at all the ingredients laid out before him.

These were all high-quality ingredients that he picked carefully from his storage ring. Each and every one of them emanated their own unique energy fluctuations. All of these were extremely good pill refinement ingredients as well.

As for condiments, there was nothing to worry about in that department. He had all types of condiments from all over the entire continent and even from the Divine Mirror World.

He directed his focus to his sea of vital energy, where the white vermilion bird was circling the sky aimlessly.

“Little Bird, Little Bird! I need your help!”

The vermilion bird looked up into the sky. “Are you refining pills again?”

“No. Learn to cook with me! You’ll be responsible for using the flames!”

The vermilion bird: “…”

You want the mighty vermilion bird to act as your assistant chef? What kind of joke is this?!

An Lin continued, “You can play with the seven flames however you like.”

The vermilion bird immediately let loose a cry of excitement as it flew toward An Lin’s consciousness.

The projection of the white vermilion bird flashed past An Lin’s eyes, and he spread his hands open as seven different, vibrant flames appeared in the air.

The utilization of flames was quite an important segment of cooking.

The current An Lin could be considered as invincible in the art of flame control!

Chop chop chop, slice slice slice, dice dice dice…

The sound of cooking erupted from within his kitchen.

Within the core region of the Heavenly Court.

A woman in a plain daoist robe stared at the cherry blossom forest nearby and breathed in the aromatic scent of the cherry blossom wafting through the air.

The white clouds in the sky were suddenly disturbed as a man in a white robe flew toward her atop a black brick.

This was quite a nice piece of scenery, but it had been completely ruined by the unsightly black brick.

But for some reason, an irrepressible smile lit up her beautiful features at the sight of the man standing atop the black brick, and she stood up to greet him.

An Lin descended before her.

“Human piggy bank, are you keen or what?” he asked with a buoyant grin.

Lin Junjun glared at An Lin. “You can leave right now if you’re going to call me a human piggy bank!”

“Alright, alright, Celestial Maiden Tian Yu, are you mentally prepared?” An Lin placed a sealed dish on the table before her.

Lin Junjun crossed her arms and puffed out her chest. “What do I have to mentally prepare myself for? Your self-proclaimed number one cooking in the Kingdom of the Nine States that transcends even beyond the Chef God level? Do you think I’ll just believe everything you tell me?”

An Lin was not offended by her skepticism. Instead, he rubbed his hands together nervously.

He extended a hand forward to pull off the lid on the dish. “Then let the truth speak for itself!”