They Really Think I'm a Cook

In the evening, the two set up camp in a mountain valley.

Ye Tianhe took out a Grain-abstaining Pill and was about to pop it into his mouth when he saw Su Fan preparing meat.

He quickly put the pill away. With meat to eat, who would bother with that useless thing?

Su Fan used a few stones brought from home to build two simple stoves.

He conjured a small fireball with his hand to light the firewood stacked inside, then covered it to let it smolder.

He specifically chopped a large piece of ribs, about ten pounds, into inch-sized cubes and marinated them with seasonings for half an hour.

Then, he threaded the marinated meat cubes onto iron skewers, which he had prepared long ago.

These were iron skewers he had specially ordered from the Market Town, each nearly two feet long with a hook at the end.

Su Fan then took out a barrel-like object from his Storage Bag and placed it on the firewood.

He hung the skewers in a circle around the edge of the iron barrel, letting them roast slowly over the low heat on the stove, and finally placed the lid on the barrel.

On the other stove, he set up an iron rack with a large stone pot on top, filled with Spirit Rice.

On top of the Spirit Rice, he layered slices of Demonic Beast meat, fresh vegetables, drizzled on seasonings, and put on the lid to steam it.

After a lot of fuss, he finally finished.

Su Fan turned his head and saw Ye Tianhe sitting on a nearby rock, watching him.

"It'll be ready in a bit..."

After hearing Su Fan's words, Old Ye frowned and asked, "Where did you learn all this?"

"Does this need to be learned? If I want to eat, I just figure it out."

Ye Tianhe sighed and said, "If you put all this effort into practicing your sword, you might have already comprehended Sword Intent."

Su Fan pouted. With the game panel, why the hell would I need to comprehend anything?

After a while, the aroma of Spirit Rice and roasted meat skewers filled the air.

Ye Tianhe swallowed, his eyes fixed on the iron barrel roasting the skewers.

Despite what he said, he was actually a big foodie.

Next, Su Fan sat on a rock, enjoying the beautiful mountain scenery.

Ye Tianhe, on the other hand, squatted by the stove, staring at the iron barrel.

About half an hour later, Su Fan lifted the lid of the iron barrel.

He sprinkled seasonings on the roasted skewers and roasted them for a little longer before taking them all out.

He took out several plates, piled the sizzling, oily roasted skewers onto them, and arranged them on a flat rock.

In fact, Ye Tianhe had already come over as soon as the lid was opened.

"What is this?"

Su Fan chuckled and said, "Meat skewers. Never had them before, have you?"

Ye Tianhe rubbed his hands, swallowed, and shook his head.

"Never had them, no. They look and smell delicious, hehe..."

Seeing the great demon king suddenly turn into a golden retriever caught Su Fan off guard. Are a few skewers really that important?

"Eat up, while they're hot..."

Ye Tianhe nodded excitedly and took out a bottle of Spirit Wine from his Storage Bag.

"Senior Qiu Guan gave me a few bottles of Spirit Wine. I was planning to take them back to my master, but I'll share one with you. Fair enough, right?"

Su Fan didn't say anything, sighing inwardly. You really are filial. If I had a master like that, I'd split him in half with my sword.

Su Fan then brought over the stone pot, opened the lid, and the aroma of Spirit Rice instantly wafted out.

The meat slices steamed on top of the Spirit Rice were translucent and glistening, and the meat juices had fully blended with the rice, making it look incredibly appetizing.

Ye Tianhe picked up a skewer, not minding the heat, and took a big bite.

"Hiss..."

It was so hot it made him grimace, but he ate with pure enjoyment, acting exactly like a golden retriever.

"You're not being fair, kid. Why didn't you ever make something this delicious for me before?"

Su Fan ignored him. Dealing with Old Ye in his golden retriever state, he couldn't be bothered to reason with him. Where did all that pretentious swagger go?

Old Ye was a big foodie, and Su Fan was also a bottomless pit.

A large stone pot of steamed Spirit Rice, plus ten pounds of roasted meat skewers, and the two of them managed to eat it all clean.

For the next two days, the two of them wandered around the great mountains.

Following a Sword Maniac into the mountains, Su Fan no longer felt the same cautiousness as before.

It felt like they were just two friends traveling and enjoying a picnic in the mountains.

Su Fan made some skewers on a hanging stove, and Ye Tianhe had already become addicted to them.

He had to eat them every day and never got tired of them.

At noon that day, Su Fan was busy with his cooking, while Ye Tianhe sat nearby like a lord.

"Add more chili, it's not flavorful enough without it..."

Su Fan was so angry he threw down a skewer and turned to glare at Old Ye.

"Can't you come over and lend a hand..."

Old Ye shook his head, his face serious. "Are you kidding me? You want me to do this? I'm a Sword Cultivator."

Su Fan almost threw the iron skewer at his face. Sword Cultivator, my ass.

Suddenly, Ye Tianhe stood up abruptly.

With a "whoosh."

The flying sword behind him shot up into the sky. He stood suspended in the air on his sword, his gaze fixed on the distance.

Su Fan was also stunned. What's going on?

He quickly put down the iron skewer in his hand, drew his magic sword, and became fully alert.

At this moment, a silver light was seen flying from afar.

Ye Tianhe, who was suspended in the air, finally relaxed, a smile appearing on his face.

The silver light moved as fast as lightning, and in a moment, it flew over.

Ye Tianhe reached out and caught the flying sword. A voice came from within.

He laughed heartily, then replied a few words, and waved his hand.

The flying sword turned into a silver light, instantly drawing a beautiful arc as it sped away.

Su Fan was a bit bewildered. Are the communication tools of Sword Cultivators really this awesome?

Ye Tianhe landed and put away his flying sword.

"Make more today, two fellow disciples will be here soon..."

Su Fan pouted. He really thinks I'm his cook.

All you Sword Cultivators are such freeloaders.

But he didn't say anything. Fine, I'll cook. Hope you all eat yourselves to death.

Su Fan busied himself with preparing the food, while Ye Tianhe stood on a large rock, occasionally looking into the distance.

It wasn't until he took out the hanging stove with the skewers that two figures appeared in the distance.

Su Fan turned his head and glanced, then pouted.

You guys really know how to time it, arriving right on the dot.

He plated the cooked skewers and brought over the stone pot, then continued to skewer more meat.

There was no other way; one pot wasn't enough.

These two must be big eaters like Old Ye. How could I not prepare enough?

At this moment, two cultivators, riding on their flying swords, arrived above them.

Ye Tianhe quickly went to meet them and cupped his hands towards the two descending figures.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Tianhe..."

The two showed Ye Tianhe great respect and bowed to Old Ye.

Su Fan glanced back. The two were dressed similarly to Ye Tianhe, and one of them was a woman.

One was over thirty, burly and strong, with a rugged and unrestrained face.

The woman, on the other hand, was delicate and lovely, with skin as white as snow, slender and graceful. She had tied her raven-black hair into a Cloud-Soaring Bun.

However, her demeanor carried a subtle sharpness, an edge that hit you as soon as you looked at her.

Su Fan shook his head. Such a nice girl, why become a Sword Cultivator?