The ingredients in the kitchen had been prepared long ago, and it was when the dead man set out to find Yin Wu that they were gathered from the streets. Now if Yin Wu wanted to play any tricks, it would be impossible.

  Yin Wuchang secretly swallowed his saliva and started walking towards the stove, his eyes scanning over the ingredients laid out.

  "What's next?" The dead warrior's icy voice was like a shadow following him.

  Yin Wu Chang trembled again and turned his head to smile: "The little one was just thinking of making a meal for the young master."

  The leader of the dead soldiers glanced at him, and the intelligence he received was that this godly chef could make vegetarian dishes taste like fresh fish, sweet and delicious. When they found him, the chef was in his own backyard, feeding the chickens in the yard.

  Under the gaze of the dead warrior, which was like staring at a corpse, Yin Wuchang finally broke out in a cold sweat and dryly said: "Alright, I suppose you haven't eaten meat for many days, your mouth is bitter and dry, your stomach is parched... so now I'll cook a pot of vegetarian porridge for you, which will not only fill your belly but also won't be greasy."

  The leader of the dead men stared at him, "Then do it now."

  Yin Wuchang nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes."

  Yin Wu Chang reached out and grabbed a handful of scallions from the ingredients, and was about to head to the courtyard, where there was well water that could be used to wash the vegetables clean.

  His path was once again blocked by a sharp knife, he looked at the leader of the dead soldiers with a surprised face, not understanding what he wanted to do.

  The leader of the dead soldiers slowly put away his knife and said, "Someone come and fetch a bucket of clear water from the yard."

  The dead man behind him immediately responded and turned out of the kitchen door.

  Yin Wu Chang finally understood that this meal was not done well, and he wouldn't be able to leave the door today. After all, as a godly chef who had lived for more than half his life, he had seen many things and quickly gritted his teeth, held back his temper, and turned back to the stove.

  After the water was fetched, Yin Wu Chang washed all the selected ingredients clean and threw them onto the chopping board.

  In the room, Zong Huo had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and the bloodshot in his eyes was getting thicker and thicker. "Why hasn't he come yet? Is he trying to starve me to death?"

  "Is it a child?"

  Everyone knelt on the ground, Zong Huo was able to arrive safely in Wuzhou and live until now, all thanks to his good father. However, he indulged in sensual pleasures along the way, not like someone who had narrowly escaped death. Now, being so cruel to the servants who will serve him for the rest of his life is simply inhumane.

  Ji Langzhong also said with a quivering voice: "Young master, please calm down and listen. I heard that this divine chef has always been very particular about his cooking, which is why he was revered as an honored guest by all the major temples."

  A superior person always has a temper, how can they be compared with ordinary people who hold kitchen knives?

  Zong Huo threatened: "This young master doesn't care about any divine cooking or divine kitchen utensils. If you can't produce a dish within half an hour and present it to this young master, then this young master will turn him into a dead cook."

  Zong Huo's temperament was already clear to everyone in the mansion. They lowered their eyes and didn't even bother to try to persuade him anymore.

  Zong Huo sent a servant to the kitchen to hurry them up. At that time, Yin Wuchang was just scooping vegetables out of boiling water. "The young master said, he wants the dishes served within half an hour..."

  Yin Wu Chang's hand paused for a moment as he scooped up the vegetables, his eyes darting back and forth.

  Everyone is exhausted from serving this young master.

  "As long as it's cooked for half an hour, the congee can be served." Yin Wuchang could only force a smile under the gaze of the dead soldiers.

  The leader of the dead men stared at the pot on the stove, emitting thick smoke. Every dish that Yin Wuchang had taken out earlier, every item he used, did not escape his eyes. Yin Wuchang had no chance to tamper with anything, let alone poison it.

  Half a time later, Yin Wuchang went on with his work in an orderly manner. He was indeed more skilled than ordinary people in the use of cooking utensils. When chopping scallions on the cutting board, the knife edge was neat and the falling knife was even. If it weren't for someone who had attained a high level of culinary art, he wouldn't be able to do so much.

  The leader of the dead warriors seemed to have relaxed a little in his heart, but it was only for an instant. A person like him was destined to give his life to Zong Huo.

  Just as everyone in the room was waiting for Zong Huo's second round of anger, the servant who had been sent to urge him for the third time looked pale: "The young master said he can't wait any longer."

  The leader of the dead warriors immediately fixed his gaze coldly on Yin Wuchang.

  Yin Wu Chang was using a handkerchief to hold the handle of the pot and slowly lifted it off the stove: "Alright, that's enough."

  The leader of the dead soldiers turned around indifferently: "Immediately serve it and send it to the young master."

  "Wait a minute, there's one last step." Then, Yin Wu Chang slowly took out a porcelain bottle from his waist, and after opening the red cloth covering the mouth of the bottle, he was about to pour it into the pot.

  "How bold!" The leader of the dead soldiers' eyes suddenly sank, and he had already rushed over, slashing a knife at Yin Wuchang's throat.

  Yin Wu Chang's hand shook violently for a moment, almost dropping the porcelain bottle, but he grasped it firmly at the last second.

  The leader of the dead warriors gazed at Yǐn Wú Cháng with a long and gloomy stare, this person had been honest before, but was thinking of making a move in the end.

  Yin's heart was racing as he stared at him: "This, this bottle is my exclusive secret spice blend. Every time dinner is served, I sprinkle a little bit on top."

  The leader of the dead warriors drew a thin line of blood on his knife, "Didn't I warn you not to play tricks?"

  Yin Wu Chang stared at the leader of the dead soldiers and said after a long time: "Seasoning is an essential thing to do when cooking, how can it be said that it's showing off?"

  The leader of the dead soldiers stared at his ashen face, "The seasonings that should be used have all been prepared for you in the kitchen. What do you want to do with what you're taking out now?"

  Yin Wuchang is also stiff now: "If you don't put this last seasoning, I, the old man, can't guarantee that what I make will suit your taste, young master."

  The leader of the dead warriors stared at Yin Wu Chang, "Are you threatening?"

  Daring to threaten a desperate man wielding a knife, this wandering chef is indeed no ordinary person.

  Yin Wuchang swallowed hard and forced himself to say, "I'm just telling the truth. If I didn't have some special tricks up my sleeve, how could I survive in this world?"

  The Great Tang Dynasty is full of talents, and Yin Wuchang was even personally invited by the abbots of various temples to cook vegetarian dishes, which is enough to show that he has a good reputation.

  At this time, the little servant in charge of passing on messages turned pale, "The young master's time is almost up, Commander Yan, if we don't bring out the dishes now, we'll all..."

  Zong Huo's temper was such that once provoked, he would never dare to provoke again. How could he care about the life of a mere ant?

  Yan Tongling, also known as the leader of the dead soldiers, was unwilling to let go of Yin Wuchang like this. "I can't take risks and let someone with unknown background..."

  The delicate things made by the slender person were presented before the young master.

  Yin Wuchang's hands trembled: "The dishes I made were all provided by your mansion, just adding a seasoning, and you are so suspicious. Since that's the case, why not let me leave?"

  The leader of the dead warriors' eyes gleamed with a stronger intent to kill: "Do you think that just because you've entered here, you can still leave whenever you want?"

  Don't mention that Zong Huo's whereabouts and identity are top-secret, even if this person is just an ordinary cook, after finishing cooking, whether he can walk out of the mansion safely still depends on God's blessing.

  Yin Wu Chang seemed to have also moved to true anger, "That old fellow, I too have nothing to say."

  The leader of the dead warriors flashed a cold smile: "Then go die!"

  Only the sound of clashing blades was heard, but Yin Wuchang did not see blood splattered everywhere. A hidden projectile flew in from a distance and knocked the assassin leader's knife off his hand.

  "You!" The leader's eyes shone with intense light.

  The one who took action was another dead soldier, but naturally the dead soldier did not dare to easily take action with the leader, and followed closely behind Qilang who walked quickly.

  "Leader Yan can't do this!" Ji Langzhong said in a low voice.

  As soon as he saw someone coming, he understood that Zong Huo in the room couldn't wait any longer. The servant who came to deliver the message earlier didn't know whether he finally let out a sigh of relief or became even more worried.

  Yin Wuchang clenched the porcelain bottle in his hand: "Since you've invited me to cook for the young master, yet you don't trust me, this bottle contains my secret sauce that I've been making for ten years. If you have any doubts, you can taste it yourself."

  Ji Langzhong heard this and immediately looked over. When he saw what Yin Wuchang was holding, he glanced at the pot of food that had obviously been cooked on the side.

  Ji Lang rushed over quickly and asked, "Is this your exclusive secret recipe?"

  It's no secret in Wuzhou that Shen Chu has a unique recipe.

  Yin Wu Chang seemed to hum a sound.

  Ji Langzhong hesitated for a moment, then didn't hesitate anymore. He reached out and took the bottle from Yin Wuchang's hand and poured a mouthful into his mouth.

  Suddenly, a strong fragrance wafted out. Ji Langzhong carefully savored the flavor with his tongue and found that aside from the mixture of over ten different spices inside, there was nothing untoward.

  He immediately said: "Put this thing in the pot and send it to the young master at once!"

  The dead men who followed him also stopped talking and immediately took action.

  The leader of the dead soldiers stared coldly at Ji Langzhong's face: "Do you want to rebel?"

  Ji Langzhong firmly and calmly stared at him: "I've tasted the spice already, it's not poisonous. If anything happens... I'll take responsibility."

  These highly skilled warriors, however, were really like machines devoid of human emotions, only knowing how to fight and kill. But even if they fought and killed now, it would be impossible for Zong Huo's current physical condition to recover.

  The leader of the dead soldiers said: "I'm afraid you can't afford it."

  The long sword that had tasted Yeon Woo-chang's blood was sheathed, and the cold figure silently brushed past.

  Ji Langzhong wiped away the sweat on his forehead and stared at the busy dead soldier, saying: "Speed up your movements."

  He exchanged a glance with Yin Wu Chang, and they both fell silent.

  A bowl of vegetarian porridge was placed in front of Zonghao, who stared at the fragrant and delicious food in front of him, but surprisingly didn't faint.

  He narrowed his eyes at a servant kneeling on the ground: "You come over and let this young master taste it."

  He trembled all over, but had no choice but to get up and walk towards Zong Huo with trembling legs: "Yes..."

  The bowl of porridge was placed on the bedside table, and the person below swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

  A dead soldier next to him handed a spoon to the man below, who took it with trembling hands and slowly scooped up a mouthful of soup.

  The spoon was put into his mouth, and he held it there for a moment with difficulty before swallowing.