All the dead men stared at the taste-tester, ready to kill Yin Wu Chang if anything went wrong.

  The man finished his porridge and waited nervously for the verdict, while Zong Ho narrowed his eyes and stared at his face: "Was it delicious?"

  At the moment of death, who cares about the taste of porridge? Upon hearing this, his face turned even paler and he stuttered: "S-small... s-subordinate doesn't... know..."

  Zong Huo stared at him, suddenly snatched the porridge and, before the dead soldier could stop him, tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth.

  At the moment of entering, Zong Huo's face twitched slightly.

  "The corpse suddenly cried out: 'Young Master!'"

  Zong Huo's eyes sparkled with excitement, "This is delicious, bring all the rest over to me."

  The faces of the dead men were uncertain, and they looked at each other. The person who had tasted it fell to the ground, as if he had just escaped from the ghost gate.

  A servant trembled as he held out the remaining porridge and came before Zong Huo, who stared at it with a greedy expression.

  The leader of the dead soldiers asked coldly while drinking porridge in Zonghuo: "Where is Yin Wuchang?"

  One of his subordinates whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, leader, he's being watched by several of our brothers and can't take a step away from the kitchen."

  It's been nearly half an hour since the servant drank the porridge, and he hasn't shown any discomfort. If there was a poison that could take this long to take effect, it would be unheard of in this world.

  The leader of the dead warriors slowly turned around, just in time to see Ji Langzhong cowering at the door. It seemed that Ji Langzhong was also afraid, his life was already tied to his waist, and he could lose it at any moment.

  The problem of Zong Xun's death has been solved, and now all that is left is to wait for the response from Langya. Zong Chu will definitely use every means possible to get his son back, even if it costs many lives.

  In the kitchen, Yin Wu Chang stared at this dead soldier, "I have studied cooking for decades, no foodie has ever said they were dissatisfied, I turned down three abbot's invitations to come here..."

  Ji Lang hastily walked over: "The young master has allowed Yin Shen to rest in the manor for the past two days, you are not to be rude."

  Yin Wuchang, who was originally being threatened by a dagger, heard this and curled up the corner of his mouth, still staring at the dead soldier.

  The dead warrior put away his knife and looked at Ji Langzhong with an expressionless face before leaving the yard.

  Ji Lang turned around and cupped his hands, saying: "This humble one will now bandage your wound..."

  Yin Wu's neck still had a bloody scar from being cut by a knife, and it was bleeding outward. This life was picked up from the Ghost Gate.

  But afterwards, the status of Shen Chuan had changed dramatically. It turned out that there was indeed a superb culinary skill in the world that could make vegetarian dishes taste like meat, and every day, Yin Wu Chang's cooking process was under the all-around surveillance of Shi Zhong, except for the "secret recipe" he would pour in each time.

  As for Ji Langzhong, every day he would use a silver needle to check Yinyinu's food and drink, ensuring that there was no mistake, and also had servants taste it first.

  But as Zong Huo's appetite grew bigger and bigger, the ingredients collected by his men every day were no longer enough for him.

  The servant came over with his head lowered and said: "Today, the young master said he wants to eat a vegetarian dish that tastes like abalone stew..."

  Zong Ho was even dissatisfied with what Yin Wu Chang did every day and had to order his own dishes every day, all of which had to meet his requirements.

  Yin Wu Chang was in the kitchen holding a vegetable knife, lightly smiling: "Braised abalone? That's doable, but I need something."

  The leader of the dead warriors said coldly: "Whatever you need, we will prepare for you."

  Yin Wu Chang bluntly stared at him and said: "What I need, you can't find."

  The leader of the dead warriors' eyes turned cold, and he subconsciously reached for his knife, but this time Yīn Wú Cháng was no longer afraid of him. With a hint of a smile, he said: "You can send someone to follow me, but I must find the ingredients myself."

  The dead warrior slowly lowered his knife: "That can't leave Wuzhou's territory either."

  Yin Wuchang raised his head and smiled: "Don't worry, it's in Wuzhou."

  …

  The leader of the dead soldiers sent two capable generals to stare at Yīn Wú Cháng, who wandered around the streets of Wúzhōu in a zigzag pattern until the dead soldiers following him discovered that many streets had been walked through repeatedly.

  After discovering, they immediately pressed Yin Wuchang: "Don't play tricks?"

  Yin Wu Chang smiled faintly: "Hasn't it already arrived?"

  The warriors immediately turned around and saw a thatched hut appearing behind them, squeezed in the gap between several courtyards, so it was completely ignored.

  Yin Wu Chang deliberately took a few more laps, just to see if they could realize what was going on here?

  "Go in!" The dead soldier pushed a motionless Yin Wuchang forward.

  "Only I can go in."

  The dead men exchanged a glance: "What trick are you up to now?"

  Yin Wuchang stopped talking abruptly.

  One of the dead soldiers immediately stepped forward and kicked open the door of the thatched hut with his foot. He stepped inside, but found that the thatched hut was only three feet square and was completely empty.

  The dead man came out and said to Yin Wu Chang: "There's no one inside."

  Yin Wuchang said faintly: "I've said it before, if anyone else goes in except me, there will be no use."

  "You!"

  Just as he was about to make his move, another corpse blocked him. The corpse's eyes gleamed with a deep light as it stared at Yin Wuchang: "I'll give you half an incense stick's time."

  Yin Wu Chang's mouth hooked up: "Enough."

  Yin Wuchang pushed the door open again under the gaze of two dead men, but before they could see clearly, Yin Wuchang quickly closed the door.

  Inside the thatched cottage, not a sound was transmitted. The two dead soldiers were both masters, their hearing power didn't need to be mentioned, far surpassing ordinary people's sensitivity, but no matter how they concentrated and listened carefully, they couldn't hear any sound.

  The two of them seemed to have a premonition and exchanged a glance. Half a stick of incense quickly passed, and indeed... the thatched hut still did not see Yin Wuchang come out.

  The two men no longer hesitated, quickly raised their knives, and with a swift motion, the thatched hut's door burst open. After the dust settled, they rushed in to see Yin Wuchang standing by the table.

  Yin Wu Chang slowly and calmly put the things on the table into his bag, one by one. He seemed to be completely unresponsive to the fierce and sinister dead soldiers behind him. He even appeared to be looking at them leisurely: "Got everything, let's go."

  The dead man stared coldly at the thing in his hand, which was a ginseng-like object. They faced Yin Wu Chang: "Ginseng is a highly toxic substance and must not be given to the young master to eat. You indeed have ulterior motives."

  Yin Wu Chang sneered and said: "Concealing evil intentions? Why don't you take a closer look, what is this ginseng made of?"

  Two dead men locked eyes with each other, one stepped forward, stretched out his hand and took over that "ginseng" to observe.

  It was just a carrot carved into the shape of ginseng.

  Yin Wu Chang snatched a carrot: "You young masters want to eat abalone stew, but you have to let me prepare some ginseng-like things." He hummed coldly.

  The dead men of course also had nothing to say, could only pull their faces and stare at Yin Wu Chang as he returned to the Zong Huo's mansion.

  Yin Wu Chang was locked in the kitchen cooking, and the aroma wafting from inside made everyone's mouth water.

  The leader of the dead soldiers asked these few dead soldiers: "Where did you find this... 'divine cook'?" He never put down his suspicion of Yin Wu Chang, it's just that this person hasn't revealed any flaws for so many days.

  Two dead men stared at each other: "Report to the leader, he is a long-term informant in Wuzhou, very reliable."

  After all, except for the high monks in the temple, no one has ever seen the true appearance of the divine kitchen. However, the food that Yin Wuchang has been making in the mansion these past few days is plain to see. If someone were to impersonate a divine kitchen, ordinary people may not have such ability.

  "Thatched cottage?" The leader of the dead soldiers narrowed his eyes, "Do you still remember where that house is?"

  Two men said: "I remember, Yin Wuchang deliberately took a detour, and the place is just at the corner of Qing'an Street."

  Walking around the road is already suspicious, let alone in such a remote location, and even that thatched hut, I don't know when it was set up there.

  The leader of the dead warriors' eyes were uncertain, and finally said: "Take me there immediately."

  They looked at each other: "Now?"

  The leader of the dead warriors gazed intently at the movements in the kitchen: "No, wait till nightfall."

  ——

  This time's "Braised Abalone", was braised for a full two hours. By the time it was served, the sky had already darkened slightly.

  Ji Lang Zhong carefully used a silver needle to test the poison and said to Zong Huo: "Young master, you can use it with peace of mind."

  Two taste testers immediately stepped forward, trembling with fear, and scooped two ladles of soup in front of Zong Huo, drinking it down. It actually really had the flavor of abalone and ginseng...

  Everyone in the house who smelled the aroma bowed their heads, afraid that they couldn't bear the deliciousness of this delicacy. It should be said that all the meals Yin Wuchang made for the past two days gave people this feeling.

  Zong Huo's eyes also revealed a sense of longing, he looked up at the dead soldiers in front of him, everyone was as tense as if they were facing a great enemy, their faces cold and stern. Every day, Zong Huo had to face these death-like faces, but today, he especially felt that he couldn't bear it.

  Zong Huotou immediately felt a surge of anger: "Get out! Don't affect this young master's appetite!"

  The leader of the dead warriors' face changed: "Young Master!"

  Zong Huo's face sank, and the suffocating feeling in his chest grew even stronger. He spoke in a gloomy tone: "You won't even let me eat in peace, are you deliberately trying to disgust me with that expression?"

  In the mansion, indulging in food and drink and having fun these days, Zong Huo felt that he was already very safe, and his inferiority complex grew again.

  The leader of the dead men clenched his fists and suddenly turned around, taking all the dead men in the house out with him.

  A trace of color flashed across Zong Huo's eyes.

  "Bring the soup over for the young master!" The servant bowed and slowly brought the ginseng soup over with both hands.

  Zong Huo reached out to take it when he heard a soft and gentle voice: "The soup has been cooled, sir, please have some..."

  Zong Huo's hand paused, staring at the servant kneeling in front of him.

  "Who are you?"

  The man's back was hunched over, making him appear thinner than a typical young servant.

  The young man raised his eyes, with clear and elegant eyebrows, and smiled slightly: "I am a servant serving the young master in this mansion."

  Zong Chuke had dozens of servants selected by Zong Huo, how could he possibly remember each face.

  That little fellow's chest was bulging as if he had something hidden inside..., Zong Huo's eyes narrowed even further.

  Moreover, this young man's skin was suspiciously white, his hands were delicate and smooth, and his face seemed to have a similar flush.