God-tier Cooking Skill

Ling Yun entered the kitchen, picked up a kitchen knife, and looked as though the God of Cooking had possessed him.

He had not used this skill for countless millennia. Before long, whether it was the kitchen knife or the spatula, he wielded them with effortless mastery, his movements not only swift but graceful and natural.

That calm, practiced bearing was as crisp and beautiful as a dance.

Ling Yun spent only half an hour preparing the meal, yet he not only cooked the rice but also made four dishes complete in color, aroma, and flavor.

They were Steamed Grass Carp, Tomato Egg Soup, Stir-fried Pork with Green Peppers, and Stir-fried Greens.

They were four simple home-style dishes, but the presentation and aroma surpassed even the work of a master chef at a five-star hotel.

Qianqian, who had been playing, caught the scent. It smelled countless times better than anything Aunt Zhang next door cooked.

The little one was practically drooling as she sniffed, staring fixedly at the kitchen.

"Bad Daddy! You cook so deliciously, but you used to let Qianqian go hungry. Next time I call Mommy, I'll definitely complain about you. Hmph..."

"The food's ready, Qianqian. Come over."

The little one immediately ran over when she heard her father calling her.

Ling Yun carried her to wash her hands and taught her to remember to wash up before meals.

Once they reached the kitchen, Ling Yun set her on a chair. Standing on it, the little one looked over at the table.

"Wow, Daddy, these dishes are so beautiful! Qianqian can't bear to eat such pretty food." The little one burst out in amazement!

Was this food?

Or was it artwork?

Look at the red flower on that fish. It was so beautiful, even prettier than a real one.

The little one had never seen such beautiful dishes before. She was still so tiny, with such limited experience, that she stared in stunned fascination.

As she admired the breathtaking dishes and inhaled their exquisite fragrance, Qianqian could not help swallowing again.

"Qianqian must have been hungry for a long time. Hurry and eat. From now on, Daddy will always make delicious food for you."

"Really? Daddy can't lie to little friends."

"Mm. Let's pinky swear. Not even a hundred years can change it."

"Yay! I won't have to eat outside... outside... food anymore."

Ling Yun's face filled with embarrassment at those words. He had owed his daughter far too much in the past.

Perhaps it was because her father had changed, or perhaps because she would get to eat the food he cooked from now on, but the little one was incredibly happy.

"Master, Master, have you forgotten me?" Little Tiger's voice sounded in Ling Yun's mind.

At the same time, a puppy ran in from the kitchen doorway. Only then did the little one realize she had forgotten this pet.

Just as she was about to climb down and pick him up, Ling Yun lifted the puppy first and placed him on the table, setting a plate in front of him.

"Qianqian, from now on, Little Tiger is a member of our family. Whatever we eat, he eats. Our Qianqian is so adorable—we can't mistreat little animals."

"Mm, Daddy... I... I'm really good to him. We're good friends."

Ling Yun served the rice, added a little food to the bowl, and mixed a spoonful of rice and dishes before bringing it to Qianqian's mouth. He had fed her every meal before. Seeing the food at her lips, Qianqian took it in one bite.

"This... is way too delicious... mm... ah... mm!" Qianqian spoke while chewing her mouthful of rice.

She finished the bite in three or five quick mouthfuls, practically wolfing it down.

"Whew, I get to eat Master's cooking again. Whew, delicious! Coming out this time was such a huge profit." Little Tiger's voice rang out again, but Ling Yun could not be bothered with him.

After watching his daughter finish, he scooped up another spoonful. Qianqian swallowed it in one bite as well. But when Ling Yun prepared a third spoonful, Qianqian would not open her mouth.

"What's wrong, Qianqian?"

"Daddy, why aren't you eating?"

So the little one knew her father had not eaten yet. Even with such delicious food, she had not forgotten her father. Truly, she was his little lover from a past life. All the love he had given his daughter had not been in vain.

Seeing how serious Qianqian was, Ling Yun knew that if he did not eat, she would not either.

"Eat. Daddy will have a bite too." As he spoke, he ate the rice from the spoon.

Seeing that her father had eaten, Qianqian said in her milky voice, "Daddy, it's good, right? You have to eat more, or you won't grow big."

"..."

Ling Yun did not know whether to laugh or cry. The meal was finished in half an hour by the father and daughter, along with one divine beast.

Little Qian Qian lay on the sofa, rubbing her round belly. "Bad Daddy, your food is so delicious that you made Qianqian fat." The little one had already begun worrying about her figure.

Little Tiger also lay on the floor with an expression of bliss. Though the ingredients were not much to speak of, the deliciousness was just as good.

Ling Yun, who was cleaning up the aftermath in the kitchen, naturally could not hear his daughter's words.