I don't need it! Are you sick?

Junior Sister Pan Yu was deeply loved by her Uncle-Masters within the sect. They even gifted her a very precious Small Sumeru Bag, something even her Senior Brother Pan Shi envied.

But that was her Junior Sister's good fortune. Although Pan Shi was covetous, he wouldn't go so far as to be jealous.

It was just that inside his Junior Sister's Small Sumeru Bag, there were no good items related to cultivation. It only contained various miscellaneous bottles and jars. In his Junior Sister's words, these were her treasures.

Originally, Pan Shi felt his Junior Sister was wasting precious resources and was heartbroken about it.

But after a chance encounter where he tasted his Junior Sister's cooking, even Pan Shi, who had entered the False Eater Realm and could cultivate through abstinence from food, was astonished.

The core secret was that his Junior Sister used all her treasures, which resulted in such heavenly deliciousness.

Among them, cumin and chili were two ingredients that Pan Shi couldn't forget.

Unfortunately, his Junior Sister treated these items like priceless treasures. Even Pan Shi, as her Senior Brother, had only tasted them a few times.

Taking this opportunity to piggyback on Fellow Daoist Yang's presence, Pan Shi asked Pan Yu to bring out her treasures so Yang An could see them too.

Don't underestimate the disciples of these hidden great sects; they might seem unfathomable, but this exquisite earthly flavor would surely earn their great admiration.

Hearing Pan Shi's words, Pan Yu hesitated before nodding.

Although she couldn't stand her Senior Brother's fawning behavior and would tease him about it from time to time, she still had to give him face.

However, as she took out the Small Sumeru Bag from her waist, a pained expression couldn't help but appear on her face.

Ever since she had tasted the delicacies of another world in a hallucination, Pan Yu had been wanting to collect seasonings that could transform ordinary food into delicious meals.

After a long period of effort, with the help of various fellow disciples from Three Pine Mountain, she had finally managed to gather a portion of the ingredients.

It was only because of her standing that she could leverage the sect's resources; it's unlikely other disciples could have accomplished this.

But even with the help of many fellow disciples, the seasoning ingredients she obtained were not many.

In her eyes, these were items that diminished with every use, and she didn't know when she would find more, so Pan Yu cherished them dearly.

She then took out several bottles and jars from her Small Sumeru Bag one after another. Each bottle had a label.

Fine salt... chili... cumin... pepper... sesame... crushed peanuts...

Seeing this, Pan Shi couldn't help but smile. The thought of tasting these delicacies again, especially the chili that left such a deep impression on him, made his mouth water.

His Junior Sister truly gave him face!

It wasn't for nothing that her Senior Brother had always looked out for her!

"Fellow Daoist Yang, these are all good things my Junior Sister doesn't usually take out. To help her find these, everyone on Three Pine Mountain worked hard for a long time. It's estimated that only my Junior Sister in the entire world has such rare treasures. You'll surely be reluctant to leave after tasting them later, so you must try them well."

He didn't forget to remind Yang An, indirectly praising Pan Yu.

But at this moment, Pan Shi had no idea that as Pan Yu took out these familiar seasonings, Yang An was completely stunned, his heart churning like a stormy sea.

These...

How could she have these things?!

It shouldn't be like this!!

In the memories left by his previous incarnation, although the food in this era was diverse, seasonings that could enhance flavor were extremely scarce.

Regardless of the food, from high officials to commoners, everyone sought freshness as the ultimate taste.

Simply put, it was about appreciating the natural, original flavor.

The reason for this was the lack of seasonings.

As far as Yang An's previous incarnation knew, the seasonings commonly available to ordinary people were nothing more than salt, ginger, garlic, soy sauce, and vinegar. Wealthier families could also use sugar, wine, chives, plums, and the like, but that was the extent of it.

Therefore, the food in this era either tasted predominantly sweet or sour, or it was simply original.

Nicely put, it was called freshness; crudely put, it was fishy or gamey.

As a result, during the time Yang An had been in this world, he had desperately missed the delicacies of Earth, even waking up hungry in the middle of the night.

But now, seeing Pan Yu take out all sorts of seasonings he was so familiar with, he could barely contain his emotions.

As a person who had received a good education in modern society, even with limited historical knowledge, some understanding was indispensable.

These items Pan Yu took out, let alone in this world, even compared to ancient Earth, many of them were introduced from abroad, and simply didn't exist domestically.

If Pan Yu had only taken out one of these seasonings, Yang An could have attributed it to her encountering them by chance.

But taking out several familiar modern seasonings consecutively could not be explained by mere coincidence.

At this moment, the network slang that Yang An had heard from Pan Yu's mouth the night before, just before he lost consciousness, flashed through his mind. A thought suddenly arose in his mind.

Could she also be a transmigrator?!

Hiss!

The moment this thought occurred, Yang An couldn't help but gasp inwardly.

Because the possibility of this conjecture, based on all the signs Pan Yu had displayed, was infinitely high.

On the other hand, the Senior Brother and Junior Sister Pan were unaware of Yang An's current strangeness.

Seeing his Junior Sister so obliging as to bring out the treasures he longed for, Pan Shi eagerly reached for the bottles and jars on the ground, intending to pour the seasonings onto the roasting meat.

Pan Yu, however, hastily grabbed his sleeve and said through gritted teeth:

"Senior brother, go easy on it!"

"Heh, don't worry, junior sister."

Pan Shi smiled and nodded. He knew that Pan Yu treasured these ingredients, but she was willing to let Fellow Daoist Yang try them. If he used too much, he would feel the pinch himself, so he naturally wouldn't use too much. At the same time, he gave Pan Yu a look that said, "Senior brother understands, you can relax."

Only then did Pan Yu release her grip. While she felt the pinch, who wouldn't want to eat something good?

She had been roughing it out these past few days to rush on the road, and had really wronged herself. Later, she would definitely let loose and give them a little taste of her culinary prowess!

As Pan Shi sprinkled various seasonings one by one onto the golden-yellow, crispy-skinned, tender, and perfectly charred roast meat, an aroma immediately filled the air, wafting towards them.

At that moment, all three of their stomachs rumbled in unison, as if they could no longer wait.

Finally, Pan Shi sprinkled the chili powder that his junior sister had ground. As he turned the roast meat over the fire, he inhaled the scent of the food before him and almost couldn't hold back his saliva.

However, he still tried to maintain his composure and first tore off a large piece of tender hind leg meat, handing it to Yang An.

"Fellow Daoist, try it quickly. This is a delicacy of the mortal world; once this opportunity is gone, it won't come again."

"Alright! Thank you, Fellow Daoist!"

Yang An took the roast meat handed to him by Pan Shi. He had longed for this overwhelming aroma countless times over these past few days. At this moment, he had a dreamlike illusion, as if he were still on Earth.

Although he couldn't wait to taste the flavors of his memories, he was more eager to confirm his suspicions. Thus, he looked at Pan Yu beside him.

"Fellow Daoist Pan Yu, I have a question that I'd like your help to answer. Can you enlighten me?"

Before Pan Shi could make a move, Pan Yu had already prepared to tear off a piece of roast meat herself, completely disregarding her image.

Hearing Yang An's words, she turned her head and looked at him with confusion.

"Hmm? What is it?"

This was the first time Yang An had actively spoken to her, so he nodded, but his hands didn't stop. Rolling up her sleeves, she easily tore off another hind leg of meat.

Yang An first took a deep breath before asking a question that could confirm his guess, an answer that only a modern person would know.

"Fellow Daoist, have you ever heard of the Pythagorean theorem?"