Chapter 290: Let You Know What Real Cooking Is
“Haha!”
Ling Mo laughed heartily. He had just seen the dishes and thought they were some kind of delicacies, but in the end, he realized they were practically poison.
He had found it strange earlier—when did Ning Rongrong learn to cook? How come he didn’t know about it?
This pampered young miss had always been served meals on a plate and clothes handed to her—when had she ever cooked personally?
For her to make such a meal was entirely too normal, completely within Ling Mo’s expectations.
“You’re still laughing! I hate you! I worked so hard to specially learn cooking for you, and you’re ridiculing me? Hmph… I’m ignoring you…”
Ning Rongrong said angrily. She had already realized she simply wasn’t cut out for it.
“Haha, I can’t take it anymore! My stomach hurts…”
Ling Mo laughed so hard that he collapsed onto the bed.
“Pfft…”
Zhu Zhuqing couldn’t help but laugh out loud too, making Ning Rongrong feel utterly uncomfortable all over.
“Zhu Qing, how are you siding with him too? I’m so mad!”
Ning Rongrong yelled in anger, wishing she could skin Ling Mo alive.
“Alright, alright, it’s late at night! I’ll go make something. We’ll just make do and eat whatever…”
Zhu Zhuqing laughed for a bit, then gently got off the bed, about to head to the kitchen.
“Let me do it! Your body is still very weak; you shouldn’t move around too much.”
Ling Mo pulled her back. In today’s Fighting Soul, she had consumed a lot of her Soul Power, leaving her body very weak.
Of course, to her, she felt perfectly fine, but to Ling Mo, she had suffered serious injuries.
It was just like how you might feel you’re not cold, but your mom thinks you are.
Ahem… how did it veer off to this again.
“You… know how to cook?”
Zhu Zhuqing was stunned. She had known Ling Mo for so long but had never seen him cook.
“Of course. It’s not bragging— with my culinary skills, I could be head chef at any hotel.
I know every cuisine style, and they’re all perfectly presented with color, aroma, and flavor. I guarantee you’ll want a second serving after the first…”
Talking about his culinary skills, Ling Mo felt he couldn’t stay low-key anymore.
Without exaggeration, back in the day, he had survived to this point thanks to his cooking skills.
No matter what dish, he could make it!
Back then, in Holy Soul Village, Ling Mo had clung onto Tang Hao’s thigh with just one pot of porridge.
Even to this day, Tang Hao still missed the porridge he made—you could go ask him in Sunset Forest if you don’t believe it.
“I don’t believe it! You know how to cook?” Zhu Zhuqing looked at him with doubting eyes; Ling Mo didn’t seem like the type who could cook at all.
From the time she met him until now, she still didn’t know which family he came from.
From acquaintances to lovers, the impression Ling Mo gave her was that of a rich young master playing games in the mortal world—how could he possibly cook?
“Underestimating me, huh… Your man here knows astronomy above and geography below, can handle the hall above and the kitchen below, is skilled in both literature and martial arts—proficient in everything.
Is there anything in this world I can’t do?
Even something as trivial as a Puppet Mechanism Hidden Weapon couldn’t stump me—how could I not make a simple meal?”
Ling Mo expressed that being underestimated felt really unpleasant…
“Then hurry up and go! If it’s not satisfactory today, see how I punish you. You actually dared to ridicule me—hmph…”
While Zhu Zhuqing was still questioning, Ning Rongrong couldn’t hold back anymore and laid down the harsh words directly.
Clearly, she had been hit hard by Ling Mo earlier. The meal she had worked so hard on turned out to be so unpalatable.
She should have tasted it herself before bringing it over—now she had lost face completely.
“Wait here! Don’t go anywhere; I’ll be right back. Today, I’ll show you what real culinary skill is.”
With that, Ling Mo pushed open the door and left the room, heading straight to the kitchen.
“Aiya, what cuisine should I make? Cantonese? Sichuan? Forget it, I’ll do all eight major cuisines one by one…”
As a foodie, if he couldn’t even cook, he’d really be done for.
Ling Mo busied himself in the kitchen for a good while, with no one bothering him. In the middle of the night, no one would come here anyway.
After greeting the person in charge of the hotel, he freely used various materials.
Ling Mo stayed in the kitchen for a full hour, finally preparing a full table of meals that were perfectly presented with color, aroma, and flavor—enticing just to look at.
“All done!”
The Small Tower packed up all the dishes complete with plates and took them away. Ling Mo returned to the room.
But when passing by Dai Mubai’s room, he heard exciting sounds coming from inside.
“…”
“This kid, not bad! Still in the mood to do good deeds…”
No need to guess—Ling Mo knew who was inside. Who else but Shui Yue’er?
These two had been inseparable almost every day since they fell in love and got together.
Only envying the mandarin ducks, not the immortals!
Ling Mo had originally wanted to scare them a bit, but on second thought, it was a bit too mean, so he let it go.
Back in the room, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were still waiting inside, chatting about something and looking very happy.
“I’m back!”
Ling Mo pushed open the room door and walked right in.
“Where are the dishes? Hurry and bring them out; I’m starving…”
Ning Rongrong didn’t care about anything else; she was still waiting to ridicule Ling Mo later.
No matter how good they tasted, she was definitely going to say they weren’t, so she could properly ridicule Ling Mo and vent her frustration.
“What’s the rush? You bratty girl, so impatient…”
Ling Mo lightly tapped her forehead, then went to the bedside table and waved his right hand gently.
Suddenly, a full table of dishes appeared on the table.
“Wow… it smells so good!”
As soon as the table of dishes appeared, the aroma instantly filled the entire room. Ning Rongrong couldn’t help but exclaim.
“Wait, why did I say it smells good? No, I absolutely can’t say that—I’m supposed to ridicule him later…”
Realizing something was off, Ning Rongrong hurriedly covered her mouth, but she couldn’t stop her eyes from glancing at the table.
Ling Mo found it amusing. He went to the bedside, helped Zhu Zhuqing up, and brought her to the table.
“Come on, you two little princesses, have a taste…”
“Pah, it looks bad just at a glance!”
Ning Rongrong huffed angrily and walked straight over, while Zhu Zhuqing said in disbelief, “This… you really made it? Not something you deliberately had the hotel chef make?”
She still couldn’t believe this was made by Ling Mo; it was too unbelievable.
He really knew how to do everything?
“Silly girl, what are you imagining? Do you think I’m as shameless as you think?
Look outside—what time is it now? In the middle of the night, would their chefs not be sleeping?”
Ling Mo felt depressed—why wouldn’t they believe him?
“True! Hehe, then I’ll try it. See if my dear husband cooked it well…”
After thinking, Zhu Zhuqing followed Ning Rongrong’s example and smiled playfully.
Over there, Ning Rongrong was already impatient and picked up her chopsticks right away.
As soon as she picked up a piece of meat, the instant the aroma hit her mouth, she couldn’t help but cry out, “Wow, it’s so delicious!”
She regretted it the moment she said it—this was completely unconscious; she couldn’t control her own mouth.
Was this the so-called true fragrance law?
At this point, she didn’t care about ridiculing anymore. She sat at the table and started eating.
Seeing her eat so quickly, Zhu Zhuqing thought, Is it really that good?
Thinking that, she tentatively took a bite. Her eyes showed a hint of enjoyment as she surprisedly turned back to look at Ling Mo.
Clearly, she too was shocked by the delicious food before her.
She had originally thought Ling Mo was just talking big, but he really knew how to cook.
