Beijing Roast Duck? What's BJ?

The snake spirit was sick? Food God was baffled. He knew about snake spirits and had seen quite a few. There were even Loose Immortals in the Heavenly Court who had attained the Dao as snake spirits. Wasn't one of Mount Li Old Mother's disciples famously one? White Lady, Bai Suzhen. But what kind of illness was "snake spirit sickness"?

Just as he wanted to reply, he kept muttering to himself. Yet after waiting for ages, he heard no voice from that immortal. No matter what, he could not contact him. He could not divine anything either; his divine sense could no longer reach the other party at all. He could only flounder helplessly.

Three Pure Ones above, please help me get through this trial. Whenever he thought of his competitor, the Kitchen God, Food God felt enormous pressure. If something really went wrong...

He could already imagine that man's smug face, perhaps even reporting him before the Queen Mother. "Ah, what am I supposed to do?" Qin Fen had said a whole lot. It would have been better if he had said nothing; now that he had, Food God felt that this great immortal spoke so casually that he must be completely confident. But damn it, Food God did not understand any of it. Profound and unfathomable, unfathomably profound... what kind of spirit was MSG supposed to be?

After exiting WeChat, Qin Fen directly ignored the guy. This was the cook in charge of the cafeteria at Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital. He wondered whether the hospital leaders were sick too, hiring a cook like this. If you were sick, don't give up on treatment.

Checking the time, Qin Fen saw that it was almost time to get off work. He picked up the box and headed out with his coworkers. This delivery had to be made, otherwise there would be no coffee in the future. Mm, coffee was generally an invitation, Qin Fen thought firmly.

Riding his electric scooter, Qin Fen left the residential complex. Behind him, a pair of eyes watched his departing back with displeasure. "Hmph, I knew no good would come of you going upstairs. That was my catch." Manager Wang spoke viciously. At the thought of Sun Yating, a blazing fire rose in his heart and spread everywhere.

Back in the rooftop prefab room he rented in the complex, Qin Fen dragged his exhausted body onto the bed. He turned on the television gloomily. Thinking of Sun Yating, a fire also rose in his heart, especially because of those eyes of hers. They seemed able to speak, seductive as hell. "Damn vixen," Qin Fen muttered.

Bored, Qin Fen took out his phone. His WeChat immediately popped up, showing a huge string of messages. They were all Food God's inner cries.

"Great Immortal, what kind of spirit is MSG exactly? I am poorly informed and have never heard of it. Also, the banquet is about to begin. This time, the Queen Mother gave a strict order that it must be a success. After all these years, I have nearly exhausted all my tricks. I truly cannot think of any special dishes. The quantity needed is huge too, and the Kitchen God is watching me like a tiger. I really have no ideas. I beg the Great Immortal to help me."

Keep making it up. You even brought up the Kitchen God. There seemed to be many kinds of patients at your psychiatric hospital, but they were actually all pretty much the same—people who had read too many myths. Qin Fen laughed. This lunatic was really persistent. Your hospital must be under a lot of pressure; he had immersed himself deeply in the role.

"Specialty? Isn't that easy? Beijing Roast Duck. Has the Queen Mother ever eaten that?" Qin Fen chuckled. Either you really are crazy, kid, or you are messing with me. Fine, I'll mess with you too. Let's see what expression your hospital leaders make when the cafeteria serves Beijing Roast Duck. With that cost, the director would definitely lose it.

Food God stood blankly in the kitchen of the Queen Mother's palace. When he suddenly heard Qin Fen's voice, he was stunned.

"Ah, Three Pure Ones above, you finally replied!" The servant strongmen behind him looked at their superior as if their balls hurt. What kind of fit was he having? Did he not know the banquet was about to begin? If they did not prepare now, it would be too late. This was not something they could just muddle through.

"Hah, Three Pure Ones above, your cafeteria leaders must have snake spirit sickness too!" Qin Fen froze. If this was an act, this guy was seriously professional.

Food God froze. Snake spirit sickness again? What kind of illness was that? He had never heard that Bai Suzhen had any illness! Forget it, business came first; he would not dwell on it. "Great Immortal, what kind of roast duck is Beijing Roast Duck? Where can I find this thing called BJ? Is it used directly for roasting, or is it a sauce? Or does it mean ducks from a place called BJ? The Earthly Immortal Realm is not small, but even its small places are familiar to us. I have never heard of a place called BJ."

I could spray you in the face with salty soda. Qin Fen was speechless this time. Are you trying to go toe-to-toe with me? Do the patients at your psychiatric hospital not talk to each other? Or do the doctors not do anything? Are you determined to drag this out with me?

"You don't need to worry about the place. Any duck will do. The main thing is how it's eaten. Roast the duck until it is crispy outside and tender inside. Brush it with sauce while roasting, and marinate it beforehand." Qin Fen's eyes shifted. You are playing with me, so I'll play with you. We are both just killing time.

"After roasting the duck, slice off the skin with a knife. No more, no less—one hundred and eight slices. It has to include both fat and lean meat, and must have skin attached. Then prepare some wrappers as thin as paper. You know wrappers, right? Put the sliced duck into the wrapper, add scallions, and a little shrimp or other things. The key is the sauce. You can eat it with chili sauce, but sweet bean sauce is best. Roll it up and eat it."

Food God listened while taking notes, then suddenly slapped his thigh. A master! As the Food God, he had actually never thought of eating it this way. It would definitely have a unique flavor. The great immortal truly was a master—knowledgeable, profound, and unfathomable.

"Um, Great Immortal, I know how to make chili sauce, but how do I make sweet bean sauce? I don't know." Food God spoke pitifully. "I beg the Great Immortal to take pity on me and teach me."

How would I know? Qin Fen looked at his phone gloomily. This guy was seriously ill. "Wait. I'll show you a sample."

A sample? Food God became excited. How profound and unfathomable! This great immortal was indeed a master among masters. At the thought of a sample, he became even more certain that Qin Fen was an immortal who had attained the Dao. Could this be the legendary Primordial Spirit positioning, transmitting an object through empty space? Others might not know, but he certainly could not do it himself. It required immense magical power.

Qin Fen opened the refrigerator, took a photo of the sweet bean sauce he had bought at the supermarket, then closed the door and selected send.

The moment he turned around, the photo on his phone reached one hundred percent sent. That bottle of sweet bean sauce vanished strangely.

Looking at the bottle that had appeared mysteriously before him, Food God broke out in a cold sweat. So profound and unfathomable—it had been sent over just like that. But what the hell was written on the bottle? He did not recognize those characters. Could they be ancient script? They looked somewhat like the writing they used.

I haven't read much, so I really don't recognize them. Food God stared blankly at the little bottle in his hand. Inside was a dark, thick lump of something. The color was rich, but that was not the point. What material was this bottle made from? Crystal? No. Glazed glass? Not that either. Three Pure Ones above, it did not seem very hard, yet it was incomparably smooth and crystal clear. He could not tell what it was made of!

This was a treasure! Food God thought calmly. Before he could figure out how to use this magical artifact, he shook it for ages but could not get the stuff inside out.

"Great Immortal, how do I open the sweet bean sauce?" Food God was about to cry. This material was extremely rare. If he opened it by force and damaged it, how could he compensate for it? He could not afford to! The bottle looked so fragile; with his strength, he might ruin it just by twisting it lightly. He could only stare at it anxiously.

"Twist the cap on top. Are you a pig?" Qin Fen looked down on him intensely. Ah, forget it. He was a patient, after all. He still needed some care.

I am a pig. Food God followed the instructions and opened the cap. His face filled with horror. The great immortal was truly profound and unfathomable! Though this method was simple, it revealed the mysterious profundity of the Great Dao in its simplicity. Convenient and practical—truly brilliant.