The Culinary God's Evaluation

Fan Chengtian & Yao Huichen:...

Ice Soul Cold Jade and Nine Nether Profound Ice were exceedingly precious items, immensely nourishing to the soul.

Yet in Yuan Gui's hands, they could only play the role of mouthwash.

The icy water rinsed through his mouth, washing away every trace of flavor.

Yuan Gui took a deep breath, his expression turning solemn.

Treating every dish and ingredient seriously was an essential quality for a chef.

He picked up a Spicy Strip and held it before his eyes for inspection.

The crimson oil clinging to its surface was crystal-clear, like dazzling red gemstones, enough to whet one's appetite at a glance.

Taking a bite, Yuan Gui closed his eyes and savored it carefully.

Yao Huichen and Fan Chengtian beside him did not bother with such tedious steps.

They tore open the packaging and began eating right away, conversing in low voices at the same time.

"Is this how the Culinary God eats?" Fan Chengtian asked quietly.

"Probably not," Yao Huichen guessed. "If he ate every meal like this, it would take far too much time."

For the overwhelming majority of cultivators, three meals a day were indispensable.

Once one's strength reached a certain level, one could indeed survive without eating and remain unaffected—for instance, the Demon Emperor, who had been in seclusion for nearly a century.

But the desire for food and drink was something almost all living creatures were born with.

And when Father God visited Daddy God's home, he would even stop by the train station on his way back and pick up a couple of chive pastries to bring to the God Realm for a taste.

Ahem, that had gone off on a tangent again...

"Food that can be called perfect."

Opening his eyes, Yuan Gui let out a deep breath.