How Do You Draw Premium Soy Sauce?

This kid was beyond saving. Qin Fen confirmed his suspicion: Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital was terrifying.

Seeing the silence on the other end, Qin Fen's smile faded too. It didn't look like an act. Otherwise, after being called a pig, he should have risen up against him. Yet he had wilted just like that, completely unfazed. If that wasn't insanity, what was?

Apparently, that hospital didn't just have a lot of patients—insanity was contagious too. Sure enough, even the cook was sick. Even if Qin Fen were beaten to death, he would never have imagined that the person on the other end was actually an immortal, or that his WeChat Moments really was the Heavenly Court. No ordinary person would think they had crossed over, because that would just be a joke.

Playing with his phone, Qin Fen shook his head. As for that Food God, he should go take his medicine. Qin Fen really didn't have time to chat nonsense with him.

The Food God didn't have time either. The immortal master truly was a great man. Not only had he generously taught him, he had even prepared the seasonings for him. What else was there to say? He would just follow the instructions. Roasting duck and showing off knife skills was nothing. Even without using divine power, he was a grandmaster. Otherwise, how could he be worthy of the title Food God?

With a click, Qin Fen's phone rang, and he nearly sprayed blood from his nose.

An avatar appeared before him. When he tapped it open, it had everything—face, waist, long legs, a tall, slender figure, and a white men's dress shirt. Qin Fen roared inwardly, A seductress! This is going to kill me.

That look was absolutely fatal to him. No, it was deadly poison to more than ninety percent of men. The remaining ten percent who were about to come out and chase men could be ignored.

"Hi, are you there?"

Qin Fen stared strangely at the avatar and casually replied, "Yeah." Wait, that figure looked familiar. Qin Fen looked at the photo she had sent. Where had he seen that waist and those abs before? Those proportions were rare. He compared them with his hands, then looked again. Holy shit, those alluring eyes—who else could it be but Sun Yating?

"Qin Fen, why are you still awake so late?"

What the hell? I hadn't sent any photos or filled out a profile, and my nickname was Dao Follows Nature. Yet she had found me in that vast sea of people. Did that count as fate?

Qin Fen's balls began to ache. "How did you know it was me?"

"Haha, I didn't. I just used Nearby. Most men would answer, 'Yeah, I can't sleep because I miss you.' So that definitely wasn't it. But then you asked, 'How did you know it was me?' How do you think I'd guess after seeing that? Actually, the main thing was your signature: Heaven Rewards Diligence! I figured it had to be you."

Sun Yating smiled slyly. This guy was too interesting. How could she possibly add random people? She could ask any security guard for his WeChat.

You're impressive. Even your lies were so logical. Qin Fen sent a depressed emoji.

"Do you want to see the clothes I changed into afterward today? I took a selfie."

Should I refuse? Or should I refuse? Qin Fen hesitated. "If you dare send it, I dare look."

The Food God bustled around the kitchen and soon made a roast duck. He wrapped one according to the instructions and took a bite. Damn, it was delicious. This flavor was incredible with sweet bean sauce. The immortal master was unfathomably profound! At the very least, he would never have thought of this dish.

Passing this test was no longer a problem. Just as he was thinking that, footsteps sounded behind him. The Food God waved a hand, and the roast duck on the table vanished without a trace.

A middle-aged man wearing a square-topped hat and a dark robe walked in. No, he should have been called a middle-aged immortal.

"Ha, Food God. The Peach Banquet is about to begin. Can you handle it? If not, let me do it, so Queen Mother doesn't lose face when the time comes. Not only will you receive no reward, you'll be punished."

The Food God's expression changed. Bastard. You're just hoping I'll get punished so you can take my place. Lowly immortals like them were not qualified to attend the banquet. Even if they could serve at it, they would not get to eat Peaches of Immortality. Those things were incredibly precious and highly nourishing. If the banquet went well, Queen Mother might be pleased enough to reward him with one. Nothing could feel better than that.

After all these years, he had nearly exhausted his skills. This Kitchen God was preparing to laugh at him and profit from it. Unfortunately, heh, he had guidance from an immortal master now.

"Kitchen God, don't worry. As the Food God, this won't stump me."

"Is that so?" The Kitchen God smiled disdainfully. He oversaw all the stoves under heaven. How could he not know the Food God's capabilities? The Food God had nearly shown all he had, yet this time he needed to innovate. Let's see what he could do. "I hope so. We'll meet at the banquet. But I've made preparations just in case. I can take over at any time."

Bastard. The Food God cursed inwardly. Watching the other man leave, he suddenly grew anxious. He had a specialty dish, but what about the staple food?

He became restless again and hurriedly began calling out softly. He had to seek the immortal master's advice on this matter.

Just as Qin Fen was about to receive the photo, the chat window suddenly changed. He nearly threw his phone away. What the hell was this? It was that lunatic again!

"Immortal master, save me! I have the specialty dish, but I still have no idea about the staple food. Rice? Roasted meat? Or fresh fruit?"

The food in your psychiatric hospital cafeteria is amazing. Qin Fen made a disgusted face. Forget it, he couldn't argue with a patient.

"Just make whatever," Qin Fen replied helplessly.

"But I don't know how to make it innovative!"

Hmm, innovation. That really was important. Just like webnovels, innovation was the core of competitiveness these days. Clichés were no longer popular. After thinking for a moment, Qin Fen said casually, If you weren't a patient, I'd mess with you to death. "Cold noodles. Do you think Queen Mother has eaten those before? Believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway!"

He truly was a great immortal. He even knew whether Queen Mother had eaten it before. It seemed he had asked the right person. The Food God immediately perked up. "What are cold noodles? Do you boil the noodles, fish them out, and let them cool?"

Why had he given up treatment? "You make some noodles, boil them in water, fish them out and let them cool. Before they get cold, toss them with sesame oil. When you eat them, add some scallions, ginger-garlic water, bean sprouts, shredded kelp, and seasonings. Chili oil is best, and add some premium soy sauce too."

I'm going to kill you. My selfie! Qin Fen thought viciously. If your hospital director sees you making cold noodles, he'll whip you to death.

The Food God was shocked again. How unfathomably profound! He had never seen food prepared this way before. Anything produced by an immortal master was bound to be a masterpiece.

It sounded incredible, but after thinking it over, his balls began aching again. "Immortal master, how do you draw premium soy sauce? Do you draw from the front or the back? How do you draw it? Does the premium soy sauce need to be alive when you draw it? But the noodles haven't become spirits."

I simply have no common language with you. Go find some fellow patients. But Qin Fen reconsidered. Ah, it was pitiful enough. He had probably been isolated for so long. That was a common problem among psychiatric patients.

"Premium soy sauce is soy sauce!"

The Food God froze. Soy sauce? "I only know sesame oil, fragrant oil, rapeseed oil, and lard. What kind of oil is soy sauce? Is it made from sauce? I know sauce, but I really don't know how to draw premium soy sauce."

My temper... If not for how pitiful you are, I definitely wouldn't bother with you. Qin Fen felt a deep sorrow in his balls. This was exhausting. "Premium soy sauce is..." Damn it, I don't know how it's made either. "Wait, I'll send you a picture. Look at it yourself. There's an introduction on it. Aren't you the Food God? You can figure it out. I believe in you. Go study it yourself."

After saying that, Qin Fen went to the kitchen again, took a photo of the Lee Kum Kee Premium Soy Sauce he had bought, and sent the picture.

The Food God was shocked again. Such powerful divine arts—he had sent it over again. The immortal master was unfathomably profound. He was far beyond compare.

After putting down his phone, Qin Fen was dumbfounded. Where had my Lee Kum Kee Premium Soy Sauce gone? Holy shit, there's a ghost!