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During this time, Dream Source has not been idle. While Lin was away, she kept thinking about how to lighten his burdens.
She couldn't help Lin overcome the challenges of cultivation, so she turned her attention to real-world matters.
Gurikumon was one of Lin's wishes. After taking over the shop from Old Octopus Eight Arms, Lin intended to reopen it, but due to his busy schedule, it had been pushed aside.
Lin was someone who had the will but lacked the strength; last month, he had no time at all.
Dream Source took over Gurikumon from him, learned the management philosophy of Noodle Shop, renovated Noodle Shop, and completely transformed Gurikumon.
Of course, Gurikumon was still called Gurikumon. Now everything was ready except for the chef; as soon as the chef arrived, Gurikumon could open immediately.
"I really want to see what Gurikumon has become."
Lin gazed affectionately at Dream Source, seemingly able to imagine the changes in Gurikumon, which must be filled with love and longing.
"You should rest first; it's not too late to check on Gurikumon tomorrow when you have time!"
They all knew Lin was tired from being out and didn't want to disturb his rest, allowing him to take a break before coming back for dinner.
This time, Dream Source and Xing Shifang appeared mysteriously, as if they had some surprise in store for Lin.
...
Rarely back home, Lin lay on the soft bed for a moment. When he woke up, it was already evening. The Crimson and Azure Moons had risen, and rhythmic knocking sounded at the door.
It must be Dream Source; they have returned. Lin Xin quickly opened the door.
At the moment the door opened, Lin was taken aback. Outside were Dream Source and Xing Shifang, but behind them was an old man who looked somewhat familiar upon closer inspection.
Wasn't this the old man who coughed at the entrance this afternoon?
His frail body resembled dry twigs, with a face covered in brown fuzz, hunched over like a large monkey walking upright, and even his arms seemed longer than those of an average person.
After a brief moment of surprise, Lin quickly welcomed all three into the house.
"This is..."
Lin intended to ask, but before he could finish, the old man raised his crimson eyes and scrutinized Lin Yi. Then he chuckled.
"Lin, I didn't expect it to be you. I was wondering who caused such a ruckus this afternoon; turns out it was you, this reckless child! Not surprising! Not surprising!"
Although the words were somewhat vague, Lin felt quite embarrassed. He forced a smile but couldn't manage to show any warmth to the old man.
"Hearing you say that, do you know me?"
Lin's tone was somewhat cold; anyone would feel displeased after being scolded like that.
"Of course! That day when you took the chef qualification exam, it was Old Ghost who issued your certificate. Everything you did was seen by Old Ghost. You were quite arrogant that day!"
This revelation shocked Lin Yi. He pondered for a moment, recalling the circumstances of his chef qualification exam. At that time, he thought he had encountered a benefactor's help, and now that benefactor stood before him, leaving him feeling somewhat at a loss.
Upon hearing that he had been favored, Lin immediately softened his tone and asked for the old man's name.
To his surprise, the thin old man had a bit of a temper. He waved his hand and said to Lin Dao, "Don't bother with those formalities. My name is Red Old Ghost; just call me Old Ghost."
After a pause, Old Ghost looked at Lin with interest and continued, "As Old Ghost, I am a Ninth-Level Chef. I came to this barbaric culinary realm known as Wuyuan Star for one thing: to teach you, to teach you culinary skills!"
Lin You was taken aback by the straightforward words. He felt both honored and apprehensive, saying, "Senior... you truly flatter me!"
"Forget about the senior stuff. We are willing to spend some effort teaching you because we see potential in you, but there is a prerequisite. Do you know about the rivalry between the two giants of the Culinary World: the Ancient Cuisine School and the Secret Ingredient School?"
Raising an eyebrow, Lin silently shook his head. He sighed inwardly: he could not escape the struggle between factions.
This was inevitable; walking in the Culinary World meant encountering all sorts of flattery and deceit, open conflicts and hidden struggles. Even if he didn't understand it now, he would still face it once he stepped out of school.
"The Ancient Cuisine School and the Secret Ingredient School are the largest culinary schools in today's Culinary World. You must be from the Holy Hand School, right? It's just that your School of Cooking has not been exposed to our School of Cooking."
"Currently, there are Tenth Level Chefs dominating the Culinary World, but we lack a Culinary God who can manage all chefs. The position of Culinary God has been vacant for a thousand years; it cannot remain empty forever. Therefore, our master and that old man from the Secret Ingredient School must determine a winner."
"The two have already reached a stalemate in culinary skills and can only settle their differences through a struggle for influence among their Schools of Cooking. I see potential in you; as long as you are willing to help us Ancient Cuisine School as a disciple of the Holy Hand School, I and the other two chefs can teach you culinary skills!"
Lin's brows furrowed tighter as his expression fluctuated—he was reluctant to get involved in such struggles, yet he couldn't pass up the opportunity to learn from three Ninth-Level Chefs.
Seemingly sensing Lin's hesitation, Red Old Ghost continued to persuade him, "If your culinary skills improve significantly, you'll qualify to enter the Chef Management Headquarters. At that time, we will arrange a position for you; all you need to do is vote for Ancient Cuisine School when it's time—nothing more!"
With a click of his tongue, Lin felt somewhat tempted. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Could you tell me who exactly leads the Ancient Cuisine School and the Secret Ingredient School?"
"This is easy. Our Ancient Cuisine School has my teacher, the Devourer of Flesh Mountain, and the Secret Ingredient School has the Celestial Ingredient, Azure Cloud Jade. You can check their information in the Culinary World. Don't worry, they are both highly respected masters in the culinary field!"
Lin nodded, speechless, and truly lowered his head to look up the information on the two.
Although the Devourer of Flesh Mountain sounds like a notorious name, the information showed that he is a well-liked old chef with a very high status in the Culinary World. It's just that his dishes tend to be peculiar and he enjoys making heavy-flavored dishes, which earned him this "notorious" title.
As for Azure Cloud Jade, he is even more remarkable. He alone masters thirteen types of Divine Menus and is currently one of the highest foundational chefs in culinary arts. Even the Food Demon has to bow down to him.
However, this person has been elusive, and in recent years, only his disciples have been fighting for recognition, leading to a stalemate with the Food Demon, with neither side gaining an advantage.
Thus, these two have also bought themselves quite some time; having one more or one less doesn't make much difference. This shouldn't be considered wading into murky waters, right?
Lin reassured himself. He could never escape the temptation of culinary exchanges. After much contemplation, he finally nodded.
"Alright, senior, I agree!"
At that moment Lin nodded, Old Ghost beamed with joy, clapping his hands and saying, "Good! I knew I didn't misjudge you. No need to call me senior; I'm just a few decades older than you. Just call me Old Ghost!"
"Okay, okay!"
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Lin muttered to himself: Just a few decades older? Are you an ancient turtle or something?
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