Food Poems

Chapter 3: The Spirit of Food
Ye Zhi stared at the golden words appearing before his eyes.

"Spirit of Food: A certificate given to those who have studied cooking to the extreme. It can cook all theoretically possible ingredients into delicious food, and also provide additional food benefits."

Yeats soon realized the origin of this talent.

Isn’t this the achievement title I got for reaching the highest level of cooking in Phantom Wings?
In this fantasy world, there is an auxiliary profession that uses food as a means, called Food Chef, which has spawned the Food College, Food Guild, etc.

Among this group of food chefs, the one who stands at the pinnacle of culinary skills is honored as the [Spirit of Food].

The spirits of food and sacrifice are said to have culinary skills praised even by gods. The word "宴" (meaning sacrifice) in the word "食享" (food and sacrifice) comes from this.

Yeats suppressed his inner excitement.

It seems that I pushed my cooking skill to the maximum level in the game, which enabled me to obtain this golden talent in this world!

Many people in the previous family awakened their talents before they were promoted to the first level. However, Ye Zhi was the only one who had neither been promoted nor blessed with talents until he was fourteen.

The system... no, the talent given to me by the game panel has made up for the lack of talent in the past.

This talent is obviously not a combat talent and cannot be compared with similar achievement titles such as [Hundred Martial Arts] and [Regicide] in the game.

But as a professional player in life, Ye Zhi is quite satisfied with this talent.

But then I felt a slight pain in my liver.

"Before in the game, I worked hard to get the first cooking achievement title in the server, but I didn't sleep for several nights, and my roommates thought I was going to quit..."

Ye Zhi sighed inwardly and his finger accidentally touched the lower panel.

[Do you want to inherit this talent? ]

[If not, the initial talent will be refreshed for you again. (Warning: There is no guarantee that the talent with higher quality will be refreshed!)]

Ye Zhi was so shocked that his hair almost stood on end.

If you accidentally wipe out your gold talent and replace it with a white talent, wouldn’t it be a disaster?
Come to think of it, is there any better title in my game account?

It seems that it is gone. Oh, there is also a title of maximum level fishing.

[Fishing for Azure Dragon Soul] is the highest level achievement in fishing, and it allows you to catch many rare and strange treasures.

But firstly, [Spirit of Food] is more to my liking, and secondly, there is no guarantee that fishing talent can be obtained.

Ye Zhi decided not to refresh and directly clicked the confirmation on the panel, choosing to inherit the talent of [Spirit of Food].

In an instant.

A flood of memories flooded into Yeats's mind.

Ye Zhi stood there in a daze, his expression like that of a cat that knew the truth of the universe.

"Master, what are you daydreaming about?" Gray waved her hand in front of Ye Zhi's eyes, "Hey, look at me?"

Ye Zhi's eyes gradually focused and he comprehended the knowledge in his mind.

This knowledge seems to be born into oneself, with incomparable beauty, and the world's food presents different colors before one's eyes.

Even the monster that had just been hunted, the snake-chicken beast that was cut into two halves, became an ingredient that could be cooked in Ye Zhi's eyes!
Ye Zhi exhaled, eager to try out his talent, pushed away the girl's hand blocking him, and said calmly:

"Just call me Yeats, and——"

The handsome young nobleman looked at Gray, his emerald eyes revealing a strong confidence, and asked earnestly:
"Did you just say you were hungry?"

Gray smiled sheepishly: "I have only eaten one chicken since yesterday. I must be hungry, otherwise I wouldn't ask you for supplies."

You still have the nerve to laugh. You seduced a chicken to follow you for five miles.

Even the Mind Flayer isn't as suspicious as you, otherwise he wouldn't be arrested as a witch!

Yeats thought again.

The Dragonborn stole the chicken in the Ganges!
"Fokas, go to the village and buy a set of cooking utensils." Yeats ordered, "We will set out tomorrow morning. We will stay in the village tonight and cook dinner ourselves."

"As ordered."

Fokasi lowered his head. As a professional butler, he had maxed out his housekeeping skills, so cooking was naturally no problem for him. It was just that he didn't bring any cooking utensils on this long journey.

Taking this opportunity, Phocas secretly decided to show off his skills to the young master.

However, when Phocas brought back a set of cooking utensils, he looked at Yeats washing his hands by the river and said in shock:

"Master, you want to cook for yourself?!"

Ye Zhi looked up and said, "Hmm... can't you see it?"

"Oh my god, Master, you have learned to cook for yourself!"

Phocas uttered a modal particle, raised his arm, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and was choked with sobs and unable to speak.

Yeats cooked the meal himself, which shocked Phokas even more than when he prepared the potion just now.

"Woo woo..." Master, the young master has really grown up.

You sent him to a distant frontier, which really irritated him!
Gray was full of surprise and whispered, "Hey, why did your housekeeper suddenly start crying?"

Ye Zhi searched the memory of his previous life and said awkwardly: "Maybe it's because I was...too naughty before."

Phocas pricked up his ears. Just being naughty?
Young master, you really know how to flatter yourself!
Calming himself, Phocas cleared his throat and assumed the posture of a capable butler.

"Master, what are you going to make for dinner? I can help you out there."

"That's great. Please help me wash the ingredients."

Ye Zhi pointed to the side and said, "We will eat the snake-chicken beast tonight."

"No problem—" Phocas smiled, but the smile suddenly froze.

He and Gray both widened their eyes and said in unison: "What did you say?!"

"Any questions?"

"No, no, young master, that's a monster!" Fokas broke out in a cold sweat. It turned out that the young master lacked common sense.

Fokas was once an adventurer, but was shot in the knee by an arrow. He then came to the Earl's house as steward and knew very well that magical beasts could not be eaten.

"Ye Zhi, you are not an adventurer. You don't know that the organs of monsters will be corroded by magic and cannot be eaten at all."

Gray's expression was full of seriousness.

"At the very least, it can cause vomiting, and at the worst, it can cause poisoning. The law code specifically records the crime of poisoning a monster corpse!"

Grey knows the legal code by heart, so she always finds ways to skirt the law, making her a true outlaw.

"Wouldn't it be better to remove all the places that have been affected by magic?"

Yeats spoke as if it was a matter of course. As he spoke, he picked up a kitchen knife and cut the snake-chicken beast into small pieces, which he divided into two piles with ease.

"Here, throw this pile away. The rest are all edible parts."

Gray looked at the edible part in Ye Zhi's mouth and saw that the snake-cockatoo's tail was still twitching slightly.

Drops of sweat slowly slid down Gray's forehead.

Did I agree to the employment contract too early?

Fukas's Adam's apple rolled as he said in a dry voice: "Master, it's not that Warcraft cannot be made into food, but it must be processed by professionals, such as a food chef who is good at this..."

Yeats sighed.

"Now that things have come to this, I will no longer hide it from you, Phocas."

"In fact, I have already awakened my talent, but I have never told my family." Ye Zhi said calmly, "Moreover, my talent is related to the School of Food Feasting."

The sun was setting and everything was completely silent.

Gray glanced at the calm young nobleman, then looked at the dazed and absent-minded white-haired old man.

After a long silence, two lines of tears slowly rolled down from the old butler's eyes.

"Master, you...actually, have awakened your talent?"

Phocas murmured the question and saw Yeats nod in affirmation.

The old housekeeper couldn't help himself, and hugged Ye Zhi, choking with sobs:

"This is great news. Why didn't you tell me earlier? This is such a happy thing..."

Ye Zhi was held in the butler's arms, looking awkward.

If you think about it, you can understand it.

"Go wash the ingredients first, Fokasi." Ye Zhi said helplessly.

Fokasi wiped his eyes and said happily, "As you command, Master."

Ye Zhi looked at Phocas' brisk steps, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and shook his head secretly.

We are more like friends than master and servant.

After all, this trip to Morning Frost Ridge was a journey of sharing weal and woe...

Gray squatted beside the crystal clear stream, holding her cheeks with both hands, and looked at the handsome and cold noble boy with great interest.

"This young master seems to be a tsundere." Gray thought to herself, "Interesting!"

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