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This transformation left Lin and his companions speechless. The three exchanged glances, each seeing the astonishment in the others' eyes.
"What is this Ghost Teacher using to cook? Wow, look at the way he handles that pot! Brother, if he makes even the slightest mistake, won't everything inside that pot fly out?"
"It won't happen..."
Lin slowly shook his head. Xing Shifang couldn't understand, but he could. Old Ghost's culinary skills were a contradictory combination. He truly didn't know how much effort it took for him to blend these two extremes together.
Old Ghost's cooking could be divided into two phases. Before the fire was lit, he was a steady old chef, handling everything slowly and carefully. But once the fire was on, he transformed like a lit stove, instantly shifting from a calm state to an explosive one.
The ingredients were flipping in mid-air, while beside them stood Old Ghost with wild eyes.
"Amazing, really amazing..."
Unable to hold back, Lin clapped his hands. He understood very well that Old Ghost's achievement as a Ninth-Level Chef was inseparable from his day and night efforts.
Given Old Ghost's age, achieving the status of a Ninth-Level Chef meant that his innate talent in cooking wasn't particularly high. Therefore, aside from working twice as hard, he had no other shortcuts to take.
Whether it was Old Ghost's delicate knife skills or the mature technique hidden beneath his explosive cooking style, they were the best proof of his relentless efforts.
For a moment, Lin felt guilty; he had wasted too much time on other things, as if he had neglected cooking for far too long.
Even if one envied a genius, without hard work, they could only achieve mediocrity.
Just as Lin reflected on himself and resolved to practice cooking diligently under Old Ghost's guidance, Dream Source shouted from the side, "Wow! It smells so good!"
Coming back to his senses, Lin Ye sniffed; he could smell various meat aromas mingling together, wafting into his mind.
Delicately grilled steak, rich yet not greasy stir-fried meat chunks, and skewers roasted with a blowtorch—each type of meat used in the dishes was different but carried a similarly sweet and savory aroma.
"Wow, are all these dishes meat?"
Lin Shen took a deep breath, suppressing the sensation of salivation in his mouth. He smacked his lips and then looked over at Old Ghost.
Old Ghost had completely finished his dinner, and his presentation was quite unique, using specially made large platters filled to the brim with chunks of meat.
There were two spots of green and red vegetables as decoration on the side, which added a sense of carnivorous violence, creating a simple yet tempting beauty.
"Come on, everyone, taste my craftsmanship!" Old Ghost exclaimed.
He placed a large tray on the dining table with one hand. The aroma of the meat intensified, making Lin and his companions unable to resist swallowing their saliva.
"Indeed, you are a true carnivore, Ghost Teacher, being a disciple of the Devourer of Flesh Mountain!"
"Of course! A man should eat meat heartily and drink deeply; we can't enjoy life without meat!"
Old Ghost pulled out a bottle of fine red wine from somewhere and opened it effortlessly. The rich scent of wine mixed with the aroma of meat penetrated deep into one's heart, stirring up desire.
"Come on, everyone, have some wine! Good meat paired with good wine is what makes a real dinner!"
Of course, Old Ghost and Lin, as the chefs, did not drink. They could only look on sadly while each held a cup of barley tea and sighed.
In his youth, Old Ghost loved to drink heavily and would often get drunk. Because of this, his taste buds were severely damaged, causing many difficulties in his culinary growth later on.
Since he made up his mind to master cooking, he had quit drinking.
...
This seemingly greasy dinner was indeed attractive. The three of them simultaneously thanked Ghost Teacher for the hospitality before eagerly digging in!
Lin approached the tasting with a learning mindset. He first tried the stir-fried meat chunks; the fork easily pierced through the soft fatty parts.
He brought it to his nose and took a sniff, detecting a hint of spiciness along with a sauce-like aroma. This must be the sauce that Old Ghost had used to marinate the meat earlier; it was impossible to guess just by smelling.
He placed the piece of meat in his mouth and chewed slowly.
Lin's eyes widened suddenly, a glimmer of excitement flashing in his gaze, and an explosive sensation filled his mouth...
Delicious! So delicious!
The delicate fatty part of the meat blended perfectly with the chewy lean part, blurring the boundaries between the two. The moment the meat entered his mouth, the spiciness burst forth from the taste buds on his tongue!
Spicy! Extremely spicy! But it was also incredibly tasty!
The slight sweetness of the sauce balanced out some of the heat, preventing it from overwhelming the flavor at first. However, once he entered a state of continuous eating, the spiciness erupted!
Just like Dream Source, she stuck out her tongue, took a sip of red wine to calm herself, and continued to stab pieces of meat with her fork and put them into her mouth—she simply couldn't stop eating.
"This dish..."
As he savored the elevated spiciness, Lin suddenly recalled the Fish-Fragrant Shredded Pork Rice Bowl he had made during his culinary exam.
"Not bad, Lin. You must have thought of it; this dish was inspired by what you made for your exam. I’ve been experimenting for quite some time and finally perfected this combination of spice and an irresistible craving!"
Old Ghost's eyes seemed to see right through him; every time Lin thought of something, he could always guess accurately.
"Don't eat too much. You're a chef; you should maintain your palate's sensitivity. Eating too much of this dish will affect your perception of the dishes that follow."
At Old Ghost's reminder, Lin suppressed his desire to keep eating and shifted his focus to another steak.
This steak was Old Ghost's specialty; he excelled at cooking beef, and pan-searing was one of his best techniques.
The taste of the steak is delicate, with the flavors of the seasonings seemingly subdued. One can only feel the robust beef galloping in the mouth, a sensation akin to biting into a live cow.
This dish does not have an overly special feeling, but Lin can discern that every detail of the steak is a result of Old Ghost's meticulous handling and seasoned experience.
Without countless hours of practice, it would be impossible to present such a dish at the table.
Lin closes his eyes, savoring the way the beef has been prepared in his mouth. He wants to understand more, but before he knows it, his knife and fork have clinked together.
Is it finished?
Without any sense of fullness, Lin has already consumed the entire steak.
Old Ghost smiles knowingly, as if he had anticipated this outcome. He gestures for Lin not to focus on just one dish, reminding him that there are many more to try!
A certain type of grilled bird, resembling a pigeon in size, has a crispy exterior that is slightly golden and crumbles upon touch.
Chunks of meat drizzled with sauce feel almost like tofu; it’s astonishing how tender the meat can be. When the fork pierces it, the pieces break apart effortlessly.
A wave of meaty aroma penetrates Lin's mind, and he can no longer suppress his appetite.
"Ghost Teacher, I'm sorry, but I can't learn tonight; I must eat first as a sign of respect!"
Faced with such exquisite food, no one can hold back, not even Lin, who is overwhelmed by Old Ghost's "feast of wine and meat"!
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