Bai Zixi’s face was expressionless, but she didn’t look happy either.
Mr. Zhuang furrowed his brow and suddenly said,
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All three of them, Mo Hua included, were taken aback before looking towards Old Kui.
Mr. Zhuang looked at him too.
Normally, it seemed that Old Kui should be the one cooking.
Old Kui said indifferently, "I don’t mind, as long as you don’t mind."
Mo Hua, Bai Zisheng, and Bai Zixi looked at each other, not understanding what they should mind.
The following midday, when Old Kui served up a pot of meat, they understood.
Just the appearance of it was quite concerning...
Out of politeness, they tried a bite, but could not bring themselves to eat any more of it.
Mr. Zhuang also sighed and said,
"The food I used to eat... was actually like this..."
Old Kui shot him a glance, "You’ve developed a fastidious taste now. How is that my fault? Either way, that’s the flavor it’s supposed to be. Whether you like it or don’t, that’s up to you."
Naturally, Mr. Zhuang couldn’t stomach it. After pondering for a moment, he turned his eyes toward Mo Hua.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, their eyes lighting up, also turned to Mo Hua.
Even Old Kui was looking at him.
Mo Hua was startled, "I’m not really good at it either..."
Mr. Zhuang stroked his chin, "Normally, cooking skills should be hereditary, right? Your mother’s cooking is so good, you shouldn’t be too bad either."
Mr. Zhuang offered a word of encouragement.
Seeing everyone’s expectant looks, Mo Hua reluctantly nodded.
Afterward, Mo Hua recalled how his mother used to cook and tried making a meat soup.
Mr. Zhuang tasted it and nodded slightly.
Bai Zixi tried it and also nodded lightly.
Bai Zisheng wolfed it down and shook his head, "It’s still not as good as Aunt Liu’s."
"Then why did you eat it so clean?"
Bai Zisheng honestly said, "I was hungry..."
Although it wasn’t particularly delicious, it was the best among the choices, so cooking naturally fell onto Mo Hua, the junior brother.
Perhaps he really inherited Liu Ruhua’s culinary talents, for Mo Hua learned cooking rather quickly.
A few days later, his dishes already looked quite professional.
But it’s hard to satisfy everyone’s tastes, and there were still a bunch of problems.
Mr. Zhuang’s blood qi was weak, so he wanted something light; Old Kui wanted something crunchy, something that made noise when chewed; Bai Zisheng wanted something spicy, preferably meat; Bai Zixi wanted something sweet, preferably pastries...
Mo Hua scratched his head as he listened.
Eventually, he came up with a solution, which was to build a separate stove.
He created four formations, for four separate stove tops.
One for steaming, one for dry frying, one for boiling, and one for steaming pastries.
Mo Hua drew up the blueprints and designed the formations, then, passing through a little Immortal City, stayed a few days longer, spent some extra spirit stones, and commissioned an Artifact Refiner to forge the stove into being.
After it was forged, the Artifact Refiner was puzzled:
"Young man, I can make this stove for you, but no one here can draw the formation for you."
Mo Hua said nonchalantly, "No problem, I’ll draw it myself."
And so, Mo Hua actually drew the formation right in front of him.
The Artifact Refiner was greatly shocked.
Even after Mo Hua had paid the spirit stones and left the Refinery Shop with the stove, he remained in awe...
The formations on the stove were drawn by Mo Hua, but the spirit stones for its creation were merely fronted by him; it was Bai Zisheng who’d paid for them in the end.
Once the stove was ready, Mo Hua tried to use it four ways at once.
He made a dish of steamed fish.
The fish was from a spirit beast, otherwise, it couldn’t be steamed properly and would remain tough.
He fried a pan of pine nuts.
The pine nuts were prepared for Old Kui, who enjoyed cracking them for their sound; he could skip meals, but not pine nuts.
He boiled a pot of beef.