After Ning Rongrong, the Little Witch, Another Victim Was Born!

The Voice Pack sounded again at just the right moment.

[Who knew someone would go out of his way to embarrass himself? There really are all kinds of people in this world!]

[Even if This Seat used only a fraction of his skill, he would be a thousand times better than you.]

[What can I say? My opponent is too weak!]

[How lonely it is to be invincible! At last, This Seat has experienced it again!]

[Very well. This Seat shall let you mortals taste what real food is!]

Gu Rong was so angry his knuckles cracked.

Ning Wen nearly burst out laughing.

Is this Voice Pack trying to make me laugh myself to death so it can inherit my estate?

Gu Rong had always seemed so dependable to him. Now he looked a little ridiculous!

Seeing that only made Gu Rong angrier.

So he's not even trying to hide it anymore?

I'd like to see what he's capable of!

"All right. In that case, I'll give it a try," Ning Wen said helplessly.

He had been pressed into service.

Luckily, the system had rewarded him with God-Level Culinary Arts just in time. Otherwise, this would have been awkward.

After all, the Voice Pack had just torn Gu Rong's cooking to shreds.

Even if they couldn't hear it, Ning Wen would feel terrible if he botched the meal.

[Watch and learn, old man!]

[Even picking up a trick or two would serve you for the rest of your life.]

[Not that you have much of that left!]

Ning Wen: "..."

Voice Pack, knock it off. You're dancing on his grave!

But why is this so funny?

No, I really can't hold it in much longer!

Gu Rong trembled with anger, but there was nothing he could do.

Ning Wen walked up to the huge slab of Terrorclaw Bear meat.

The meat was a deep, dark red, firm and springy with a fine grain. Fine streaks of snow-white fat ran through it like a delicate silver net, giving it a perfect balance of lean and rich.

With God-Level Culinary Arts, Ning Wen needed only one glance to understand the grain of the meat. He knew which parts were firm, where the fat was richest, and how to prepare it without losing a drop of juice.

Ning Wen took out a dagger and cut the Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear meat into smaller pieces.

He threaded them onto branches. Every piece was the same size, with precisely the same balance of fat and lean.

[What a shame my strength is limited right now. This is all I can do.]

[It's still nowhere close to the way This Seat roasted a Kunpeng back in the day!]

Ning Wen was used to it by now. He ignored the voice and focused entirely on the barbecue.

Before long, a new aroma of roasting meat drifted through the air.

The warm, lingering scent seeped into their lungs. As they breathed it in, the Soul Power in their meridians stirred faintly.

Gu Rong raised an eyebrow, surprise appearing on his face.

He hasn't used any seasoning. How can it smell this good?

Every so often, Ning Wen gently turned the branches to heat the meat evenly on all sides.

Once the surface turned pale gold, he gathered a faint wisp of Soul Power and spread it over the skewers in countless tiny points of light.

The Soul Power formed an invisible film that sealed in the abundant juices while slowly drawing out the pure vitality hidden in the Darkgolden Terrorclaw Bear meat.

It was a small trick from God-Level Culinary Arts that enhanced flavor.

It demanded extremely precise Soul Power control from a Soul Master.

It also made Ning Wen realize that God-Level Culinary Arts had done more than improve his cooking. His control over his own body had grown tremendously.

[Passable. If you roasted it with the sun's fire and infused it with the essence of the sun and moon, then you'd have real food!]

Ning Wen rolled his eyes.

Anyone can brag!

If you're so good, do it yourself!

Talk is cheap, you know!

Roast it with the sun's fire and infuse it with the essence of the sun and moon? Are you cooking dinner or refining a pill?

Sizzle...

Fat slowly seeped out, gleaming enticingly in the firelight. The scents of char and fresh meat mingled and swept across the forest clearing.

"That should do it."

Ning Wen took the first cooked skewer and put a piece in his mouth.

The next instant, an indescribable burst of flavor exploded across his tongue!

He couldn't help narrowing his eyes as he savored it.

God-Level Culinary Arts certainly lived up to its name. The taste was beyond words.

Ning Wen picked up another skewer, turned, and offered it to Gu Rong, whose expression was complicated. "Grandpa Bone, want to try some?"

Gu Rong pushed down his mixed feelings and bit off a small piece.

The next moment, his pupils contracted, and his chewing slowed of its own accord.

"Hiss—!!!"

That first bite sent a rush of exquisite flavor from his tongue straight to the top of his head.

The crisp, charred exterior, the tender, juicy meat within, and the pure, rich flavor of a Ferocious Beast blended perfectly without a single flaw.

Only one thought remained in Gu Rong's mind—

Something this delicious actually exists in the world!!!

Heavens—!

With that one bite, he felt as though he had ascended to paradise, light enough to float away.

"Little Wen, let Uncle Sword and me try your cooking too," Ning Fengzhi said with a curious smile.

What followed was, naturally, a delightful feast.

Ning Wen could barely keep up.

Before long, the bear paw had been eaten clean.

Awkwardly enough, no one had touched Gu Rong's barbecue since Ning Wen started serving his.

[Hmph. It's barely edible. Compared to what This Seat ate back in the day, it's like mud beside the clouds.]

The familiar voice sounded again.

The corners of Ning Fengzhi's, Chen Xin's, and Gu Rong's mouths all twitched.

"It's certainly better than anything I could make!"

Gu Rong set down his skewer and let out a long breath, his feelings tangled.

He had to admit it: Ning Wen was genuinely good at cooking!

And that was without using a single seasoning.

That made the skill he had displayed all the more frightening.

Heavens—!!!

How did he do it?

How could a six-year-old brat cook like this?

Well, if he's a reincarnated God King, I suppose that explains it.

No, wait. It doesn't!

What Deity would bother with something as lowly as cooking?

Yes, lowly.

On the Douluo Continent, people did not believe that food was the most important thing in life.

To most Soul Masters, cooking was a low-status profession.

Food-type Soul Masters were an exception, of course.

Then again, do food-type Soul Masters even count as cooks?

Gu Rong had only developed his skills because he had traveled far and wide in his youth and enjoyed cooking himself.

[Being bad at it is your only crime. But since you admitted defeat so readily, This Seat won't mock you anymore.]

[Accept my mercy with tears of gratitude!]

The Voice Pack sounded yet again...

Uh...

Ning Wen suddenly felt rather sorry for Uncle Bone.

Even if he couldn't hear any of it.

After Ning Rongrong, the Little Witch, another victim had been born!

That Voice Pack was a menace!