Chapter 30 Food is the most important thing for people
"That's interesting!"
The dean held the Qingxin Honey Berry in his hand, his voice filled with surprise. After hesitating for a moment, he took a small bite.
The pulp melts between your teeth.
First, the honeyed sweetness of the honey-scented shrub fruit spreads across the tongue, followed by the refreshing coolness of the clover, and finally a hint of the bitterness of the detoxifying berry emerges, which is perfectly balanced by the first two flavors.
Not only is it not bad to eat, but it also has a rich and layered taste.
"It tastes so good!"
A look of surprise flashed in the dean's eyes. He had thought that such functional ingredients would sacrifice taste, but he did not expect that Tang Chuan had even taken the taste into consideration.
He swallowed the fruit pulp and then remembered its detoxifying properties.
He dipped his finger in the ink on the table and gently smeared it on the remaining half of the berry.
As soon as the ink touched the fruit peel, it seemed to be absorbed and gradually faded, leaving only a faint trace. Even the ink on his fingertips faded a bit.
"Even topical application is effective?"
The dean put down the berries and looked at Tang Chuan with admiration in his eyes. "Tang Chuan, your Spirit skill can not only combine the properties of each ingredient, but also take into account the taste while ensuring efficacy."
"This ability is unique among food-type Spirit Masters in the entire Spirit Master world!"
"The dean is too kind."
Tang Chuan put away the Blue Silver Grass, maintaining a humble tone. "I am still in the exploratory stage of developing my first Spirit skill."
"The number of ingredients recorded so far is still too small."
"If we can find more rare ingredients in the future, we might be able to create even more outstanding dishes, such as medicinal cuisine that can increase cultivation speed, or fruits that can quickly heal injuries..."
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
The dean said "good" three times in a row, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes full of determination. "Go ahead and try!"
"The library has many ancient books that record medicinal food combinations. One of them mentions using the meat of a hundred-year-old Spirit beast with herbs to make medicinal food. You can look it up; it might give you some inspiration."
"If you need to find specific ingredients, you can also tell me."
"I'll keep an eye out for you."
At this point, the dean paused, then suddenly remembered something, stood up, pulled a notebook from the bookshelf behind him, and handed it to Tang Chuan.
"This is a travelogue I wrote when I visited Sunset Forest many years ago."
"It records quite a few unique Spirit beasts, as well as several kinds of fruit trees that can replenish Spirit power. If you are interested, I can go and bring them back for you in a while."
"The academy can also help you contact the Spirit Hunting Team and have them keep an eye out for rare Spirit beasts."
"Thank you, Dean."
"I will definitely study hard and live up to your expectations."
Tang Chuan took the notebook. Although the handwriting was a bit blurry, he felt a warmth in his heart, knowing that he had made the right move.
Demonstrating his unique Spirit skill made the dean recognize his potential even more, leading to increased investment.
"You don't need to be so formal."
The dean waved his hand and said with a smile, "With your talent and willingness to study, your future is definitely limitless."
"The academy is just icing on the cake."
"If you have any new ideas in the future, feel free to tell me."
Leaving the principal's office, the setting sun cast its rays slanting across the corridor of the teaching building. Tang Chuan held the bronze token and his notebook, a faint smile playing on his lips.
With the full support of the dean.
Whether it's including the ingredients needed for the "Ingredients Compendium" or advancing the Nine Trials of the God of Cookery, everything will go more smoothly than before.
When he returned to Dormitory 7, the room was already bustling with activity.
Wang Sheng and several work-study students were arguing about the course around a wooden table.
There were still uneaten coarse wheat cakes on the table, with some pickled vegetable bits on them.
Xiao Wu, with her sharpest ears, heard the noise at the door and immediately jumped off the chair, running to Tang Chuan with her scorpion braid swaying. "Tang Chuan, you're finally back!"
"What does the dean want with you?"
"Nothing."
"They just asked me about my first Spirit skill."
Tang Chuan sat on the edge of the bed with a smile, the Blue Silver Grass in his palm lit up, and the grass threads wove rapidly in the air.
Before long, several strings of fire crystal persimmons coated with sugar and a few radish-flavored snow cherry fruits with an emerald luster were placed on the table.
"Come, come, come."
"Everyone, have a taste. This is something I just made using my Spirit skill."
Tang Chuan handed the fire crystal persimmons to Wang Sheng. "Wang Sheng, when you go to deliver dinner to Xiao San later, take a few with you so he can try them too."
Wang Sheng took the fire crystal persimmon and took a bite.
The sugar icing melts on the tongue, sweet to the perfect degree; the fruit flesh is bursting with juice when you bite into it, with a sweet, fruity aroma that slides down your throat.
"Thank you, Brother Tang!"
"This tastes even better than what you get in town shops!"
He held the remaining persimmons, his eyes lighting up, and ate them one after another without stopping.
Tang Chuan smiled, and the Blue Silver Grass in his palm began to stir again. As the grass strands intertwined, several skewers of grilled pork tenderloin slowly took shape.
The outer skin is snow-white with a hint of pink, and it exudes a sweet aroma that blends grilled meat and snow cherry.
"This is cherry blossom flavored grilled pork tenderloin."
"Take this to the teacher, let him have a taste too."
Tang Chuan handed Wang Sheng a basket woven from Blue Silver Grass containing roasted pork tenderloin. "Your dinner is waiting for you to come back."
"Why!"
"Thank you, Brother Tang!"
Wang Sheng quickly took the basket; it was still warm. He ate a few crystal persimmons in a couple of bites and mumbled, "I'll go right now!"
The remaining work-study students in the room were still fussing over the fruit that Tang Chuan had given them earlier.
They each tried one, thanking and praising him repeatedly.
Xiao Wu pinched a small piece of pork tenderloin, chewing until her cheeks were bulging and her eyes narrowed into crescents. "Tang Chuan, this is even tastier than roasted snake meat!"
"The sweetness of the snow cherry fruit blends perfectly with the meaty aroma, making it not cloying at all!"
She leaned closer, tugged at Tang Chuan's sleeve, and shook it, saying indistinctly, "Will you still do this in the future?"
"OK!"
Tang Chuan smiled and agreed. Seeing everyone's lively atmosphere, he pondered something and his thoughts on the God of Food belief became clearer.
After everyone dispersed, Dormitory 7 gradually quieted down.
Moonlight streamed through the window and fell onto the bed. Tang Chuan leaned against the window, twirling a Blue Silver Grass leaf between his fingers, his thoughts drifting away.
He didn't understand why the God of Cookery had chosen him.
Looking at the work-study students sleeping soundly in Dormitory 7, recalling the satisfaction and gratitude Wang Sheng and the others felt while eating barbecue, and remembering the dean's praise during the day, a faint understanding began to emerge in his heart.
What the God of Cookery values may not be the Blue Silver Emperor Spirit.
Instead, it is the vast collection of recipes, snacks, and cooking techniques from another world in his own mind.
The hot pot is spicy and flavorful.
The aroma of barbecue wafts through the air.
The pastries are sweet, sticky, and soft.
The eight major cuisines, various snacks such as Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, boiled cabbage in clear broth, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, and even night market snacks and milk tea—if they could all be reproduced through Blue Silver Weaving a Hundred Flavors, what kind of waves would it create in this world?
"Food is the first necessity of the people..."
This sentence flashed through Tang Chuan's mind.
Food is the foundation of survival, the source of happiness, and a cultural bond.
If he can spread these delicious foods and let more people taste and enjoy the satisfaction and happiness that food brings.
So, do these people develop a belief in the God of Food?
[end of the chapter]