He Really Took Me for a Cook

At dusk, the two of them camped in a mountain valley.

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

He hurriedly put the Grain-abstaining Pill away. There was meat to eat—who would eat that lousy thing?

Using several stones he had brought from the Household, Su Fan piled together two simple stoves.

He rubbed his hands and produced a small fireball, used it to ignite the firewood piled inside, then covered it to let it smolder.

He had deliberately chopped off a slab of ribs weighing more than ten pounds, cut it into one-inch cubes, and marinated them with seasoning for half an hour.

Then he threaded the marinated meat cubes onto the iron skewers he had prepared long ago, stringing them up one after another.

These were iron skewers he had specially ordered at the market. Each was nearly two feet long, with a hook at the back.

Su Fan took a bucket-shaped iron object out of his Storage Bag and placed it over the firewood.

Then he hung the iron skewers in a circle along the rim of the iron bucket, suspending them over the stove to roast slowly over low heat. Finally, he placed the lid over the bucket.

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

He layered slices of Demonic Beast Meat and fresh vegetables over the Spirit Rice, drizzled on some seasoning, covered the pot, and began steaming it.

After a great deal of fussing, they finally finished everything.

When Su Fan turned around, he saw Ye Tianhe sitting on a nearby stone, watching him.

"It'll be ready in a little while..."

Hearing Su Fan, Old Ye asked with a frown, "Where did you learn all this?"

"Do I really need to learn it? If I want to eat something, I just figure it out."

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

Su Fan curled his lip. With the Game Panel, why the hell would I need to comprehend it?

After a while, the aroma of Spirit Rice and Hanging Oven Skewers spread through the surroundings.

Ye Tianhe swallowed, his eyes fixed intently on the iron bucket holding the Hanging Oven Skewers.

For all his talk, he was actually a huge foodie too.

Next, Su Fan sat on a stone, admiring the beautiful mountain scenery.

Ye Tianhe, meanwhile, crouched beside the stove, staring at the iron bucket.

After more than half an hour, Su Fan lifted the lid of the iron bucket.

He sprinkled seasoning over the Hanging Oven Skewers, roasted them for a little longer, and then took them all out.

He took out several plates, piled the sizzling, oil-dripping Hanging Oven Skewers onto them, and arranged them on a flat stone.

In fact, the moment he lifted the lid, Ye Tianhe had already crowded over.

"What's this?"

Su Fan chuckled. "Meat skewers. Never had them before?"

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

"I really haven't. They look pretty fragrant, hehe..."

Seeing the Great Devil King suddenly turn into a husky left Su Fan caught off guard. Was it really necessary to get this excited over a few meat skewers?

"Eat up. Eat them 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 several bottles of Spirit Wine. I was planning to take them back to my master, but let's drink one between us. Pretty generous of me, right?"

Su Fan said nothing, merely sighing inwardly.

You're really filial.

If I had a master like that, I'd kill him with one slash.

Su Fan carried the stone pot over, opened the lid, and the fragrance of the Spirit Rice instantly rushed into his nose.

The meat slices covering the Spirit Rice had steamed until they were crystal clear. The meat juices had thoroughly blended into the Spirit Rice, and the sight alone was enough to whet one's appetite.

Ye Tianhe picked up a meat skewer and took a bite without even caring that it was hot.

"Si..."

The heat made him bare his teeth, but he ate with a face full of enjoyment, looking exactly like a husky.

"You brat aren't being fair. Something this delicious—why didn't you make it for me before?"

Su Fan ignored him. There was no point reasoning with Old Ye in husky mode.

Where did that pretentious swagger of yours go?

Old Ye was a huge foodie, and Su Fan was a glutton too.

One large stone pot of steamed Spirit Rice plus ten pounds of Hanging Oven Skewers were completely devoured by the two of them.

Over the next two days, the two of them wandered all over the mountains.

Following a Sword Maniac into the mountains, Su Fan was completely free of the knife-edge feeling he had experienced before.

It felt as if they were just two backpackers traveling and sightseeing in the mountains.

Su Fan's Hanging Oven Skewers had become addictive for Ye Tianhe.

He had to eat a serving every day, and he never got tired of them.

At noon that day, Su Fan was busy working while Ye Tianhe sat down beside him like some old lord.

"Add more chili. It doesn't have enough flavor without the heat..."

Su Fan angrily threw down the meat skewers and turned to glare at Old Ye.

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

Old Ye shook his head, his face solemn. "What are you talking about? You want me to do this? I'm a sword cultivator."

Su Fan nearly flung an iron skewer into his face. Sword cultivator my ass.

Suddenly, Ye Tianhe shot to his feet.

With a "whoosh,"

the flying sword behind him soared into the sky. He stepped onto it and hovered in midair, his eyes fixed intently on the distance.

Su Fan was dumbfounded too. What's going on?

He hurriedly set down the iron skewers in his hands, drew his magic sword, and went on full alert.

At that moment, a streak of silver light flew over from the distance.

Only then did Ye Tianhe, hovering in the air, relax, a faint smile appearing on his face.

The silver light was as fast as lightning and arrived in the blink of an eye.

Ye Tianhe reached out and caught the flying sword. A person's voice came from inside it.

After listening, he threw his head back and laughed, replied with a few words, then waved and flung it away.

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

Su Fan was somewhat dazed. Are all sword cultivators' communication tools this amazing?

Ye Tianhe descended and put away his flying sword.

"Make a little more today. Two fellow disciples will be coming over in a while..."

Su Fan curled his lip. He really took me for a cook.

You sword cultivators are all damn lords.

But he said nothing. Fine, he would make it. Why didn't they just eat themselves to death?

Su Fan busied himself with quick, practiced movements while Ye Tianhe stood atop a huge boulder, occasionally looking toward the distance.

Only after he took out the Hanging Oven Skewers did two figures appear in the distance.

Su Fan turned his head and glanced over, curling his lip.

You really know how to arrive at the perfect time. You came right on schedule.

He plated and arranged the roasted meat skewers, brought over the stone pot, and then continued threading more skewers.

There was no choice; one batch wouldn't be enough.

Those two were probably huge foodies like Old Ye. How could he not prepare more?

At that moment, two cultivators arrived overhead on flying swords.

Ye Tianhe hurriedly went to greet them and cupped his hands toward the two descending figures.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Tianhe..."

The two were both quite respectful toward Ye Tianhe and bowed to Old Ye in greeting.

Su Fan glanced back. Their attire was more or less the same as Ye Tianhe's, and one of them was even a woman.

One of them was a burly, powerfully built man in his thirties, with rugged and unrestrained features.

The woman, on the other hand, was delicate and lovely, with snow-white skin and a slender, graceful figure. Her jet-black hair was combed into a Soaring Cloud bun.

Yet her temperament faintly carried a sharp edge, an acute aura rushing toward them.

Su Fan shook his head. Such a fine girl, and she chose to become a sword cultivator?