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"Vi, turn off the fire!"
While everyone was still worried about Lin, his mind was completely elsewhere, focused solely on completing the Braised Venison.
Now Lin's counting ability had become even more precise. Whenever he needed to calculate something, he would simulate a timer in Ink Projection, matching the real clock down to the second.
At this moment, the timer in his mind had already gone off, which meant the Braised Venison was ready to be served!
As the pot lid was lifted, steam rose up, filling the room with the aroma of stewed meat, making everyone's appetite surge; they all wanted to have a taste.
Lin instructed Fatty to serve the stew to the guests first, while the remaining portions were for the chefs who had been busy all morning.
Even the Gentlemen chefs praised Lin's stew endlessly.
Looking at the guests in front, they were enjoying their meal heartily, especially paired with the Linglong Bun personally steamed by Poverty Old Man; everyone devoured the stew completely.
Once everyone was full and satisfied, they patted their bellies and exclaimed, "Delicious, delicious!"
Even Master Yun wiped his mouth and continued to praise, "Wu Yu, you truly have a wonderful disciple who can create such an innovative Feast while not forgetting the essence of cooking, allowing guests to leave satisfied..."
"The most important thing is that he can carry on the experience of deer through each dish. This main course is particularly magical; it calms the rushing Deer Blood Wine. He must have added some ingredients to help with that."
"That would be something to ask him directly. If you can't tell, I certainly wouldn't know."
At this moment, Poverty Old Man was beaming with joy; the wrinkles on his old face stacked upon one another. After knowing Master Yun for so many years, it was his first time hearing so many compliments from him.
"Then why not hurry and bring your good disciple out? The Feast is about to end; he should make an appearance."
Master Yun urged, and Poverty Old Man smiled as he signaled Fatty to quickly go call Lin from the back.
Fatty had no choice but to keep quiet. Lin should not come out now; he probably wouldn't even have the strength to stand later. So Fatty whispered the truth to Poverty Old Man.
Frowning slightly, Poverty Old Man regained his composure after listening and cupped his hands toward Master Yun, bowing as he said, “Master Yun, I apologize, but my disciple may not be able to meet you…”
“What’s the matter?” Master Yun asked with a puzzled expression.
“My disciple has overworked himself for the Feast, and after two consecutive days without rest, he is feeling unwell. I’m afraid he won’t be able to see you today.”
Upon hearing Poverty Old Man's explanation, Master Yun not only did not get angry but also nodded appreciatively, praising, “Such diligence is commendable. However, Wu Yu, you must remind the child to take care of his health. Young people may not show it at first, but overexertion will lead to suffering in old age.”
“Thank you for your concern, Master Yun.”
It was evident how highly Master Yun regarded Lin; whenever he had a chance, he would lavish praise upon him.
Then Master Yun added, “That’s fine. I will stay on Azure Planet for a couple more days, so I will visit tomorrow.”
“Master Yun, you flatter me. I will definitely bring that child to visit you in person tomorrow.”
“Very well, very well…”
After some more pleasantries between the two, once Noodle Shop finished speaking, Master Yun was already preparing to leave, and Poverty Old Man naturally saw him off personally.
…
As soon as Master Yun stepped outside, a nearby attendant approached and quietly asked, “My lord, aren’t we supposed to leave here tonight? There’s a food competition at Fire Cloud Star tomorrow where you are invited as a guest.”
“Those trivial matters can be ignored! Fire Cloud Star hasn’t had anything new in years; there’s no point in going. I must meet this child; if we wait another two years, we may not have the chance to see him again.”
The attendant was left speechless, his eyes wide open. Seeing Master Yun’s meaningful smile made him feel that this meal at the Feast had caused some trouble for his lord.
Since Master Yun returned from the Chaotic Star Domain to the Primitive Star Domain, he had not seen anyone receive such high praise from him.
After the Feast concluded, the Wu Star Guardian bid farewell to Yuming. During the farewell, the Wu Star Guardian appeared somewhat awkward, as if he had something to say but hesitated.
Yuming immediately understood that the Wu Star Guardian's intentions were not simple; he was there to build alliances. Such behavior at Lin's Feast was something Yuming found distasteful.
However, upon reflection, Lin was about to leave Azure Planet, and Yuming would also be reassigned soon. The connections he had built over the years on Azure Planet would become useless.
It would be better to do a favor and support this Wu Star Guardian, bringing him under his wing; it might prove beneficial in the future.
"Wu Star Guardian, it’s not appropriate to discuss much during this Feast as it is a sign of respect for my brother. But if you have something specific in mind, why not come find me tonight at the Warrior Exchange..."
Seeing Yuming's meaningful smile, the Wu Star Guardian understood and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Alright then, Director Yuming, we shall meet again tonight!"
After sending off the Wu Star Guardian, Yuming turned to glance at the kitchen and thought: Lin! You are truly my benefactor. Since your arrival, my fate has taken a significant turn for the better, step by step rising...
Perhaps with you by my side in that contest for power, I will have the strength to fight.
The Poverty Old Man sent off Master Yun with a smile on his face; he seemed ready to burst into laughter.
"The revival of my Holy Hand School is about to arrive. Ah, you must not let this old man down; the future of Holy Hand School rests on your shoulders..."
Master Yun's affirmation of Lin made the Poverty Old Man even more confident that their Holy Hand School would regain its former glory under Lin's leadership!
After the Feast ended, many people's thoughts were laid bare. No matter how splendid the Feast, it was merely a venue for interaction between people, a backdrop for human transactions.
Even Lin could not break this rule. Perhaps his culinary skills were still lacking; maybe in the future, he would create a Carefree Feast that would make people forget about scheming and plotting.
Among these people, the fans were the most sincere. They gathered around Fatty, eagerly asking how Lin was doing.
Fatty felt helpless. Knowing that he wouldn’t be scolded by these Ironclad Fans, he led everyone into the kitchen.
The moment they pushed open the door, everyone froze.
There lay Lin, reclining on a wooden chair beside the Stove, as if he had just been sitting there. The knives on the cutting board had not been put away.
He had fallen asleep, deeply. They could hear faint Snoring; Lin rarely snored and only did so when extremely tired.
The head chef and the servers were cautious, afraid to disturb Lin's rest. He was too exhausted and needed proper recuperation.
The kitchen was quite warm, and sweat continuously dripped from Lin's forehead. Dream Source stood nearby, gently wiping it away.
As everyone witnessed this scene, they felt both envious and heartbroken.
Brother, you are truly working hard on your culinary journey!
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