Huo Yuhao's grilled fish stall had only been open for a few days.
The reason was simple: Huo Yuhao was utterly exhausted and had no strength to handle it. After class every day, he just lay flat in the dormitory.
With Zhou Yi's training regimen, even Wang Dong was left dazed with exhaustion. Let alone Huo Yuhao.
After more than ten days without seeing Huo Yuhao's grilled fish stall, Huo Yuhao himself was not worried, but Chen Ping was.
He was still in debt, waiting for some sucker with the surname Xu—the Young Gate Leader of a Sect—to pick up the bill.
Fortunately, Chen Ping was familiar with Huo Yuhao's grilling equipment. He spent only a few Silver Coins to have a blacksmith make it, then gave it to Huo Yuhao, finally getting him to reopen the stall.
In return for that favor, Chen Ping gained the right to reserve at least one grilled fish every day.
At first, Chen Ping had not cared much about that one grilled fish a day—give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for life. If he came every day to secretly learn the craft, would mastering Huo Yuhao's grilled fish technique not be easy?
Yet within just a few days, Chen Ping realized that the old saying, "There is an order to learning the Way, and every profession has its specialty," was not nonsense.
Without the assistance of Spirit Eyes, even though his cooking had surpassed the level of an ordinary chef, he still could not recreate the taste of Huo Yuhao's grilled fish.
Unless Huo Yuhao kept Spiritual Detection active for him while he grilled, he could only imitate a fraction of the essence of Huo Yuhao's grilled fish.