Which Little Immortal?
There are thousands upon thousands of Little Immortals in the world. There’s no way I’d be so unlucky as to run into… that one… the one with the surname Qiao, right?
I don’t believe it… Forget it, better not set up a flag.
Jiang Ke’er quickly dismissed that dangerous thought.
Si Lian was thoroughly drunk, and Jiang Ke’er couldn’t bear to break away so abruptly. She could only sit down by Si Lian’s side.
Looking at Si Lian’s fragile appearance, Jiang Ke’er sighed softly, gritted her teeth, and hugged Si Lian.
Although she called it a hug, she was so petite that it felt more like Si Lian was hugging her in her arms.
Si Lian’s body trembled, and suddenly tears fell like rain as she held Jiang Ke’er tightly.
“I’m sorry, forgive me…”
Si Lian obviously took her for that Little Immortal.
Jiang Ke’er gently patted her back, soothing her softly like coaxing a child, “Alright, alright, I forgive you.”
“Really?”
Si Lian, teary-eyed, hugged Jiang Ke’er even tighter and asked with grievance.
“I forgive you, as long as you drink less in the future, and smoke less too.” Jiang Ke’er was almost squeezed breathless, but still kept comforting her gently.
“I’ll listen to you,” Si Lian broke into a smile through her tears, her voice gradually growing blurry, “I’ll listen to you…”
No one could predict what a drunk person might do.
Si Lian actually hugged her and fell asleep.
And she hugged so tightly that Jiang Ke’er couldn’t break free at all, which brought back a lot of unpleasant memories.
Qiao Xiaoxian always liked to hug her like this, too. What is wrong with these people—does hugging someone have to mean squeezing until you’re glued together?
Helpless, Jiang Ke’er could only be held by Si Lian the whole night, secretly grumbling—these blue-haired folks are all control freaks, better keep my distance in the future.
The next day, when she crawled out of the System Training Space, Jiang Ke’er happened to see Si Lian take out her tobacco pouch.
But Si Lian stared at the pitch-black bowl for quite a while, hesitated, and finally put the pouch away in silence.
“Why don’t you go home?”
Seeing Jiang Ke’er awake, Si Lian asked.
“I call the whole world my home!” Jiang Ke’er stretched lazily and answered with flair.
Si Lian smiled, “Thanks for last night. I might have said some nonsense when I was drunk, please… don’t take it to heart.”
“You didn’t say anything.” Jiang Ke’er pursed her lips, deciding to forget all about last night.
After a moment’s hesitation, Si Lian added, “Last night… I didn’t do anything weird to you, did I?”
“Huh?”
Jiang Ke’er was puzzled. If hugging counted as weird, then yes, it happened.
But that clearly didn’t count, and besides, she was the one who hugged Si Lian to comfort her.
“No,” Jiang Ke’er shook her head.
Si Lian let out a long sigh of relief, “That’s good! Wonderful…”
Wonderful what?
Does Aunt Si Lian have a tendency to do strange things when she’s drunk?
“What exactly are you talking about?”
“Nothing, nothing.” Si Lian dodged the question.
Jiang Ke’er couldn’t guess, so she let it go.
“Today’s New Year’s Day,” Si Lian gazed north with emotion, “Qing Yi, if you’ve nothing else to do, why don’t we spend Spring Festival together? Let’s eat something nice tonight.”
“Hey, great minds think alike!” Jiang Ke’er slapped her tail, “I’ll cook personally tonight and give it my all! My cooking skills are top-notch!”
“You know Culinary Arts too?” Si Lian was astonished.
“I know a thing or two!” Jiang Ke’er folded her arms, chin slightly raised—clearly more than just “a thing or two.”
If there was one thing she was absolutely confident in, it was her cooking!
Especially in the System Space—every day she cooked for herself to replenish nutrients and brush her stats. She’d never neglected this craft.
Now it was Si Lian’s turn to be uneasy… She’d seen Hell Envoys before, all so confident about their Culinary Arts.
“Come on, let’s go buy groceries!”
To celebrate this first day of the new year, she decided to make a few dishes seriously and see where her limits stood now.
Coincidentally, as soon as Jiang Ke’er stepped onto the street, she realized she was in the most famous gourmet capital of the Great Sima Nation—Firewood City.
At that moment, both sides of the street were lined with food stalls, and the road was filled with gourmets from all over the Great Sima Nation, here to attend the Gourmet Festival.
The city’s vegetable and butcher shops were already in short supply; in fact, the most basic ingredients were now the hardest to find.
“How about we just grab something from these street stalls and make do?” Si Lian suggested anxiously.
Jiang Ke’er’s excited expression left her feeling uneasy.
“No way!” Jiang Ke’er replied with utter determination.
The ingredients she needed were already sold out at the shops. Left with no choice, Jiang Ke’er set her sights on a few luxury restaurants.
“I want a serving of Dragon-Phoenix Sea Bream Stew, but no need to cook it—just give me the raw fish,” Jiang Ke’er said, pointing at the menu.
The waiter was stunned. He’d never seen such a customer.
This was one of the best restaurants in the whole city, boasting not just the finest ingredients, but also the finest chefs.
Who didn’t come here to taste their craft?
But you—treating our place like a fish market?! Are you here to cause trouble?
Seeing the waiter’s unhappy face, Jiang Ke’er quickly explained, “I have a friend who needs raw sea bream, but the fish markets are sold out, so I can only turn to you. I really mean nothing else. If you’re willing to sell, you make an easy profit… What a deal, don’t you think?”
The waiter rolled his eyes. “Little Monster, if you weren’t good-looking, I’d have thrown you out already. Get lost. If the head chef hears you, he’ll probably chase you out of the city with a cleaver!”
“No need for that,” Jiang Ke’er forced a smile.
“It’s not that I don’t want to make a deal, it’s just the Dish Masters are all very proud, and they guard their ingredients closely. What you’re doing is pretty much provocation… Even if you didn’t mean it, there’s no way to explain.” The waiter whispered.
“I just want a sea bream, maybe a few radishes—does it really have to be like this…” Jiang Ke’er muttered.
“Who’s got their eyes on my fish?!”
Before she could finish, a burly, ferocious-looking chef stormed out with a cleaver, scanning the crowd menacingly.
“Is it you? You trying to wreck my place?” The head chef glared at Jiang Ke’er, looking like he might chop her to pieces at any moment.
“No, no, not at all. Uh… We’re leaving, we’re leaving!” Jiang Ke’er quickly dragged Si Lian away in panic.
“Let’s just make do and eat something…” Si Lian seized the chance to persuade her.
But Jiang Ke’er shook her head with all her might and continued toward the next restaurant.
Same conversation, same scene—it was like time had turned back and started over.
Jiang Ke’er was about to lose her mind.
She even tried her luck in another city, but it was Spring Festival. Every year, Spring Festival was when ingredients were priciest and scarcest, and even the cultivator world was no exception.
But if she used Marvelous Empty Hands, the meal would lose its flavor.
“What’s wrong with the chefs of the Great Sima Nation?!”
After hitting wall after wall, Jiang Ke’er’s patience finally ran dry.
With nowhere left to go, she got angry.
She once again pushed open the door to the best restaurant in Firewood City, and this time, her voice was loud and clear.
“Come out! I’m here to challenge your kitchen!”
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