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But the next second, Ziying suddenly looked as if she had seen some kind of monster growing on the back of Ziyan's head, her eyes wide with shock. She even covered her mouth and screamed, "Ah—Sister, you—??"
"Uh? What’s wrong?" Ziyan completely didn't understand what her sister was surprised about. She looked confused, her mind filled with question marks in an instant.
After staring at her sister's head for a moment, Ziying glanced at the Prince standing beside Ziyan.
However! The moment their eyes met, Ziying seemed to glean some kind of information from the cold yet authoritative gaze of the Prince.
Following that, she lowered her head and gently cleared her throat twice. Then she forced a smile at Ziyan, who was staring at her with wide curious eyes.
Feeling somewhat speechless, she said, "Nothing, nothing. Anyway, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Sigh—"
"Uh?" Ziyan questioned with her eyes again.
"Nothing, let’s go downstairs!" Ziying didn’t want to dwell on the fact that she had inadvertently discovered her sister's hair had changed color.
Wasn’t it obvious? They had already spent so much time alone together; now that things had progressed to this point, it would be unnecessary to bring it up or blame her sister. This was what Ziying thought at that moment.
Of course, Ziyan couldn’t guess this little thought in Ziying's mind. This was the only time she failed to read her sister's thoughts. When she recalled this incident later, she nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood, but that’s another story.
So next, as they chatted, they made their way to the side room downstairs, which was the dining hall. During this time, the Prince hardly spoke at all; the only sounds were the sisters' voices chatting away.
As the Demon Prince had expected, all the food had already been prepared. However, since they hadn’t arrived yet, the attentive Servants had covered the exquisite dishes with beautifully crafted silver lids.
As soon as the Servants saw their master and guest coming down, they immediately sprang into action and began lifting off all the elegant silver covers one by one.
After that, everyone conveniently started to eat. Once they were full and satisfied, Ziyan naturally decided that the first stop would still be the back mountain.
She needed to go to the back mountain to find the original Executive Chef of the Drunken Immortal Residence. She had long since planned to train a new batch of chefs after completing the training of the previous one hundred and ninety-eight dispatched chefs.
This new batch of chefs was almost half the size of the previous one, but Hong Gang's task was even heavier because Ziyan had already requested him to make this group more skilled and experienced.
Several months had passed in a flash, and with his abilities, this batch of chefs should be ready to take on tasks. Strictly speaking, they would definitely be more proficient than the previous batch.
With this in mind, after finishing breakfast, Ziyan greeted Ziying and immediately led her Demon Prince straight to the backyard.
Upon entering the backyard, it seemed like the timing was just right, or perhaps it could be described as a coincidence. The leader Jiang Hongxue was admiring the flowers and plants she had grown, but more so, it appeared she was waiting for their arrival.
Naturally, there was no shortage of formal greetings between the leader and her subordinate. After exchanging pleasantries, everyone mounted their horses and headed towards the Training Camp in the Back Mountain.
As soon as they arrived at the camp, Ziyan spotted Executive Chef Hong Gang teaching this new batch of chefs inside a spacious tent.
As they approached, when Hong Gang noticed the arrival of the leader and her group, he immediately led the students in bowing respectfully to Ziyan and her companions.
"Well! Future Principal Hong, thank you for your hard work," Ziyan said with a slight nod towards Hong Gang.
Then she turned to address the students below with a calm yet clear voice: "Brothers, you have worked hard during this time."
"It's not hard! For the leader, for Heavenly Pivot Sect. We pledge our loyalty to Leader Ziyan and to Heavenly Pivot Sect," everyone responded in unison!
"Alright, with your overwhelming presence, I, Ziyan, am already comforted! Starting today, I will select the top twenty among you to become esteemed master chefs in the culinary academy I am about to establish." As Ziyan said this, his gaze swiftly scanned the hundred or so students below like a hawk.
He continued, "Of course, once you become master chefs, you must not become arrogant. Your master chef is Principal Hong, and one of Principal Hong's master chefs is 'Thank you for everything you have done for this Sect Leader, I am very satisfied.' In other words, I hope that in the longer term ahead, you will continue to strive for excellence and develop further in your profession. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" The voices rang out crisp and powerful, echoing across the area.
Facing this group of enthusiastic and passionate young people, Ziyan couldn't help but smile broadly. 'A soldier who does not aspire to be a general is not a good soldier!' Ziyan suddenly recalled this phrase he often heard in his previous life.
He silently told himself: I must cultivate this batch of students into the most elite super chefs of this era!
With this thought, Ziyan's eyes involuntarily narrowed slightly. At the same time, a surge of blood coursed through him; this would be his ultimate goal in this world. How could he not be excited!
"Alright! Next, you will each showcase your talents like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. 'Thank you for everything you have done for this Sect Leader, I am very satisfied.' Let's wait and see!" In his excitement, Ziyan's catchphrase came out again. But it didn't matter; it wouldn't affect his confidence moving forward.
"Yes!" The final resounding response echoed across the vast open field once more.
Ziyan then turned to Hong Gang and the recently arrived Head Innkeeper Qi Yu and commanded, "Let's begin."
"Yes, Sect Leader." Hong Gang nodded eagerly in response. He then waved to his two assistants and turned to arrange the preparations for the culinary competition.
Ziyan nodded inwardly; fortunately, he had not misjudged Hong Gang. This person was truly deserving of being the head of his Culinary Academy! This position seemed tailor-made for him.
Subsequently, Aunt Zi sat down at a simple wooden table at the front alongside her Demon Lord Fifth. Meanwhile, a quick-witted student assistant had already brought her a pot of fragrant wildflower tea.
When Ziyan saw him pour the first cup of tea for her, she couldn't help but reach out to take the cup and bring it to her nose for a deep inhale. A refreshing floral fragrance rushed into her heart through her nose.
Taking another sip, she recognized the taste of autumn wild chrysanthemums, with a subtle bitterness and its unique herbal aroma. This flavor was something Ziyan never rejected, so she took another sip and couldn't help but utter one word: refreshing!
After waiting for a moment, just as the saying goes, "Speed is of the essence in warfare." In less than a minute, all the trainees stood neatly in line in front of their self-built Earthen Stoves. Everyone had their hands clasped behind their backs, and uniformly, their spatulas were inserted into their clean white sashes, with all other actions synchronized.
The scene was impressive, truly indistinguishable from a military formation. Ziyan felt secretly pleased and wondered to herself: with such a team under her command, what could she not accomplish in the future?
At the same time, Qi Yu and future Principal Hong both fixed their eyes on a tall hourglass.
Ziyan looked over as well and began counting in her mind: one, two, three, four, five... Just as she was about to count to twelve, she saw all the sand in the hourglass fall to the bottom.
"Start!" Like a clap of thunder on a spring day, Hong Gang's deep voice resonated throughout the surroundings—
Immediately, a series of "bang bang" sounds erupted from the friction of firestones, creating a rhythmless noise. Each person had a frying pan in front of them; naturally, the first test was to flip the pan. If someone couldn't even flip a pan as a super chef, they might as well become a sewage worker! Ziyan scoffed inwardly at this thought.
Then, an intense competition officially began.
Ziyan couldn't sit still; she personally got up and walked closer to Hong Gang and Qi Yu, directly separating the two. Ziyan intended to closely follow Hong Gang.
She didn't want to be behind someone who would never match future Principal Hong's understanding of culinary skills.
However, separating the two meant she moved in front of Qi Yu. She was very serious about following Principal Hong to observe the culinary skills of those future chefs.
At that moment, Qi Yu, who was closely following Ziyan, found his gaze fixed like a jolt of electricity on the back of Ziyan's head.
Still at that wooden table, a man with sharp, enchanting eyes, as clear as black tourmaline, noticed this scene and immediately smiled slightly, a cold smirk flashing across his face.
This man was Prince Xuan, also known as Ling Yuxuan, who had been quietly sitting there since arriving at the back mountain and had mostly remained silent.
At this moment, apart from Qi Yu, whose real name was Yuwen Yu, everyone else was engrossed in admiring and observing the culinary competition among the students.
Only these two men were preoccupied with their own thoughts and did not genuinely focus on the culinary competition.
Ziyan was completely unaware of the hidden agendas of these two. Her mind was entirely focused on the students who were intently watching those cooking in front of them.
As a top culinary instructor, she naturally needed to skillfully handle a beautiful wok while mastering the right heat and oil temperature, ultimately creating the perfect taste that was both savory and balanced.
As long as they possessed these qualities, they would be qualified for the prestigious title she was about to bestow upon them: culinary instructors at her Culinary Academy!
Time passed unnoticed, and after nearly an hour, with the help of Hong Gang and Head Innkeeper Qi Yu, Ziyan finally selected forty candidates.
But wasn't she only supposed to need twenty chefs? So why had she chosen forty?
This question wasn't difficult; what was challenging was that they would ultimately have to cut this group in half. Only the most elite twenty would qualify to become true culinary instructors at her Culinary Academy.
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