He took the chopsticks and gently picked up a piece of roasted pork chop.
Under Chiba Michiko's expectant and nervous gaze, Ling Ping'an slowly put it into his mouth and chewed it gently.
The fragrance of the meat bloomed in his mouth, with a little burnt fragrance.
However, the meat was very tender and not dry at all. It tasted very delicious.
Ling Ping'an nodded, "Not bad! You've improved! "
When Chiba Michiko heard this praise, she was extremely excited. She immediately felt that her hard work these past few days had not been in vain!
Thus, she immediately bowed deeply.
Ling Ping'an, however, pondered for a moment and continued, "But... there are still many shortcomings..."
"I won't hide it from you, Chiba Michiko..."
"I used 50% of my taste this time!"
As an outstanding gourmet, Ling Ping'an's biggest problem since he was young was that his tongue was too sensitive.
If he wanted to, his tongue could even taste the subtle difference between a glass of water.
This was an advantage, but it was also a huge disadvantage!
Before he graduated from university, he once lived a life that felt like a year.
This was because the food in the school cafeteria was the most unpalatable in the world. It was known as the 'food from hell'.
The taste was so bad that it made one's hair stand on end!
Not to mention Ling Ping'an, most people could only pinch their noses, hold their stomachs, and swallow it in pain.
Ling Ping'an was even more tortured.
When he was in primary school, he often didn't eat lunch, or he only ate one bite...
When he was in middle school, he directly adopted a boarding system.
The painful torture began.
In order not to starve to death, Ling Ping'an could only try everything he could.
Through some psychological hints, he allowed his taste buds to block out some of the taste.
As a result, although the food in the cafeteria was still unpalatable, he could finally swallow it.
He wouldn't starve to death on campus, die of malnutrition and severe hunger.
Now, he let go of half of his blocked taste buds.
The sensitivity of his tongue had naturally increased by several times.
Naturally, he could easily taste the many shortcomings of Chiba Michiko's dish.
Of course, Chiba Michiko had no doubt.
She bowed deeply, "Ling-san, please enlighten me!"
Ling Ping'an looked at this attitude and nodded in satisfaction.
This was what was good about Fusang people.
They liked to strive for perfection in specific issues.
This was also their national characteristic.
It was said that in the Fusang Kingdom, some chefs were even particular about kneading rice balls!
Ling Ping'an picked up another piece of meat and said to Michiko, "Michiko, look... the doneness of this meat..."
"You can go deeper!"
Michiko looked at the piece of meat carefully.
Spirit energy was entangled in the fibers and in the gravy?
The fragrance was indistinct.
Indeed, the Spirit Fire was not enough.
It was the reason why his spirit energy could not seep into the meat fibers and juices.
She bowed deeply. "Yes! I'll be careful! "
Does she understand?
In the end, he was still too weak.
What if he could break through to the colonel level?
That would solve the problem.
Just right?
The Blackguard had also promised?
We are willing to provide all the necessary resources.
All she needed to do was to work hard and cultivate.
"Also..." Ling Ping'an put the meat in his mouth and said as he chewed, "When you marinate it?
You have to be careful … "
"I feel a little overboard …"
"The seasoning has been preserved for too long!"
Chiba Michiko lowered her head deeply, her face full of shame.
Naturally, she knew the answer to this question.
But she had no other choice!
She was too weak!
She could only rely on the seasoning applied from the Blackguard to marinate it?
To reduce the psionic power needed for roasting and preparation.
As expected, this kind of trick?
It couldn't be hidden from Ling San's Wisdom Eye!
She bowed deeply. "I'm very sorry!"
Ling Ping'an smiled and shook his head. "Don't be so sad! Thousand night sauce! "
"Your culinary skills are already very good!"
To Chiba Michiko?
Ling Ping'an still had high hopes for her.
After all, how could he find a take-out that suited his appetite?
It was really not easy!
What was even rarer was that the chef of this take-out was willing to continue learning and improving his culinary skills!
It was rare and precious!
Ling Ping'an was counting on her to achieve great success in culinary skills in the future so that his stomach and taste buds could really eat heartily!
He didn't need to do it himself to be able to satisfy his appetite. This had always been Ling Ping'an's hope!
Chiba Michiko bowed again and said, "By the way?
Ling San... "
"Me next month?
I'm going to the imperial capital... "
"The Federal Empire's' Fusang Food Promotion Association 'has already recommended me as a representative of Fusang chefs to participate and prepare for next month's fellowship party!"
"This is an honor!"
As she said that, Fusang girl's face was filled with pride!
To the people of Fusang, if they could become famous in this land and gain recognition.
That was the honor of a lifetime!
The statue of the Tang envoy from a thousand years ago, Abe Nakamaro, still stood in the capital and became a part of the country's memory.
Ling Ping'an's eyes lit up. "That's great!"
Yes!
He was worried that he would starve if he went to the imperial capital!
Now it seemed …
At least he wouldn't starve!
… …
Even when she returned home, Chiba Michiko's mind was still thinking about Ling San's guidance and praise.
She naturally knew that she had been very lucky.
Otherwise, how could she have gotten such a sage to teach and correct her step by step?
"I have to work harder to cultivate..." she thought, "Only then can I live up to Ling San's painstaking efforts!"
Thinking of this, she was about to walk into the house.
However, she was stopped by her mother, "Michiko... Michiko!"
Chiba Michiko raised her head and saw her mother calling her name in the courtyard.
"What's Wrong?" Chiba Michiko walked over and asked, "Mother, what's the matter?"
Her mother, Chiba Xuanzi, was a typical Fusang woman. She always wore traditional Fusang clothes and didn't usually speak much.
But today, she was very excited.
"Michiko..." she held Chiba Michiko's hand. "My daughter..."
"When you went out, the Inner Palace Department called..."
"They said that they hope that you can use the name of 'Li Gong's adopted son, the Prince' to register on the Federal Empire's invitation list!"
For every Fusang person, if they had the opportunity to become a royal attendant, it would be a beautiful thing that fell from the sky.
This didn't just mean honor.
It also meant a leap in status.
A royal attendant could be regarded as a Chinese.
And the adopted son, the Prince, was the only daughter of the current King of Fusang.
She had been doted on since she was young.
This could be seen from her royal name.
Li Gong and Yi Guan almost treated her like a crown prince.
And this Princess, Her Highness, was indeed close to becoming the Queen of Fusang. If it wasn't for the fact that the King of Fusang gave birth to a baby boy.
But Chiba Michiko was stunned.
The royal family was looking for her at this time?
She lowered her head and thought, "Will the Blackguard agree?"
After thinking for a while, she got the answer: Yes!
The Blackguard and the Federal Empire had always strongly encouraged foreigners and transcendent being who came to the Empire to return to build their own country after they finished their studies.
Especially the immigrants in the world.
And the immigrants in the world could have dual citizenship.
This was a historical tradition.
It was also a fact that this country couldn't deny!
It was also its obligation and responsibility.
The Emperor was the son of all the people in the world!
Although the Federal Empire had smashed the tribute system.
But the tribute system in their hearts couldn't be eradicated.
Instead, as time passed, it became more and more intense.
Chiba Michiko thought about it briefly and said to her mother, "If Your Highness is really willing..."
"I have no objections!"
Sooner or later, she would return to Fusang with the skills she had learned. She would use delicious food to heal people's hearts and heal the conflict between the races.
That was her wish, her dream, and also her promise to Ling-san and the Sage.
Just like the envoys of Tang a thousand years ago and the envoys of Xia today.
Her heart was in her homeland, and her soul was in the Central Plains!
"Hey!" Qianye Xuanzi was happy. "I'll go and call the Inner Palace Department now!"
Chiba Michiko nodded.
Half an hour later, Chiba Michiko received a call from the capital.
"Michiko!" On the other end of the phone was a very quiet female voice. "I'm your adopted son!"
"Your Highness!" Chiba Michiko quickly used honorifics.
"Michiko... can I call you that?" The princess on the phone spoke softly and very gently.
"It's my honor!" Chiba Michiko replied, "Your Highness!"
"Ha Yi! Michiko is indeed a hero among the women of Fusang! " The princess said happily, "Then I'll leave this visit to the Emperor and the Eldest Princess to Michiko!"
Chiba Michiko didn't understand.
The Emperor?
The Eldest Princess?
Would I have the chance to meet such an important person?
She heard the princess say on the phone, "Tomorrow, someone from the Inner Palace Department will personally visit you and report to Michiko..."
"Please give me some pointers, Michiko!"
"Please!"
Chiba Michiko put down the phone. Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she felt a little flustered.
She was just an immigrant who had moved to this city.
At most, she had a little talent in cooking and had received guidance from a reclusive 'sage'.
The adopted son of Li Gong, the Emperor, actually noticed her.
It was fine if he noticed her, but he actually asked her so solemnly and humbly?
She felt that it was a little hard to understand.
Fortunately, she could ask someone for help.
Thus, Chiba Michiko went to Jiangcheng University with a stomach full of doubts and found her cousin, Chiho Fujiwara, who was reading in the library.
She told Chiho Fujiwara about her encounter today and the confusion in her heart.
Then, Chiba Michiko looked at her cousin and asked, "Cousin... what's going on?"
After Chiho Fujiwara heard this, she blinked.
As the granddaughter of the former prime minister, her sensitivity was naturally not something that Chiba Michiko could compare to.
She looked at her cousin, the fox girl who had been picked up.
She smiled. "Michiko... your luck is really good!"
Chiba Michiko did not understand and looked at Chiho Fujiwara in confusion.
"Those who are polite must have a request!" Chiho Fujiwara looked at her silly cousin and said, "To be able to make the adopted son of Li Gong, the Emperor, request so seriously..."
"Michiko... the person you met... I'm afraid his background is even greater than you think!"
"Perhaps his status in this country far exceeds what you and I know!"
At this point, Chiho Fujiwara could not help but envy her cousin.
This silly fox girl, ever since she was picked up, she had been avoiding cultivation.
It was only recently that she finally began to cultivate seriously.
With her personality, if she were in Fusang, she would probably not be able to survive for a day.
The priests and Yin Yang Masters would be happy to extract her soul and nurture it as a shikigami.
As for the fiendish demons, they would not mind eating a little fox demon to improve their cultivation.
However, she was lucky enough to follow her adoptive parents and obtain the qualifications of a refugee. She came to the safest place in the world.
This allowed her to grow up safely and still retain her innocence.
However, this good luck was only the beginning.
In this country, she actually met a "sage" who lived in seclusion. It was very likely that he was a "sage".
He taught her the magical spirit food technique and taught her the precious cultivation technique.
Even the law enforcement agencies of this country were very cooperative.
They had almost everything she wanted, afraid that she would not have enough.
Chiho Fujiwara was extremely envious of such treatment.
However, she did not know about it and was still muddle-headed.
Chiba Michiko's eyes widened. "Is that so? Is Ling-san's status very high? "
Chiho Fujiwara looked at the silly child and shook her head. "The great ones are hidden in the city... But since ancient times, which sage who is truly hidden in the city isn't famous?"
"Moreover, this is the era of extraordinary beings!"
"The era where power is the truth, and spells are benevolent and righteous!"
"Do you know what kind of world it is outside this country?"
Chiho Michiko shook her head.
Chiho Fujiwara stood up and said solemnly, "In the palace, rotten wood is the official. Between the palace and the Emperor, beasts eat the salary, and people with the heart of wolves and dogs rule the Dao. Those who are servile are all upright!"
"Powerful transcendents and demons are controlling everything from behind the scenes..."
"The sorrowful cries of millions of living beings, the suffering of millions of commoners... are just to make the cultivation of those experts improve a little!"
"Even Fusang is the same!"
"This is why we want to merge into the Empire!"
Chiho Michiko was dumbfounded. "Why have I never seen this on the news..."
"Hehe..." Chiho Fujiwara laughed. "News... Only what I want you to see will appear on the news!"
"What you don't want to see will never appear on it!"
"News control and official confidentiality laws are the best way to cover everything!"
"Back then, the chaos of the feathered fox could be washed away as a natural disaster!"
"Isn't the rest... even simpler?"
Chiho Michiko felt that her thoughts were in a mess.
Was this world really that dangerous?
She didn't know.
Chiho Fujiwara smiled and lifted Chiho Michiko's chin. She looked at the little fox demon's delicate skin and face and said solemnly, "Chiho Michiko!"
"There are hundreds of millions of people in Fusang..."
"I'm afraid I might have to trouble you!"
"Ah!" Chiho Michiko didn't understand.
"If that Ling-san really has a very high status here..."
"Your relationship with him may determine our life and death, honor and disgrace!"
As she said that, Chiho Fujiwara's expression became meaningful.
Clouds, flowers, golden buyao, hibiscus tent, warm the spring night.
If possible...
Using a little fox girl in exchange for the peace and prosperity of a country.
It was really a good deal!
Thinking of this, Chiho Fujiwara understood that she had to keep this secret to the death.
That was because only rare goods could be hoarded!
… …
Ling Ping'an crossed his legs, drank sweet tea, and watched a variety show on TV.
The male celebrity who was shouting deliberately exaggerated his performance, which was a little awkward.
The female celebrity who cooperated with him was also very awkward.
"There's not even a good variety show now..." he sighed, "What else can I watch in the future?"
In recent years, the television industry had really been bewitched.
TV dramas and variety shows were all dragged down.
There might not even be one good enough in a year.
The screen was full of exaggerated acting and embarrassing variety shows.
This made Ling Ping'an very uncomfortable!
After all, other people might be able to look at beautiful girls and handsome young men.
However, it was already very difficult for people with face blindness to even distinguish the actors on the screen.
How could he still appreciate beauty and ugliness?
At most, he would sometimes feel that a certain celebrity was' cute '.
Therefore, he would only take a few more glances.
Thinking of the cute 'female celebrity', Ling Ping'an sighed again.
He had seen some when he was young.
Now, they were all gone.
In his eyes, the female celebrities on TV now were like mannequins carved from the same mold, mannequins in the mall.
The bookstore owner, who felt really bored, picked up his phone.
He looked at the icon of the Legend of Nightmare on his phone, thought for a moment, and clicked on it.
In the end...
The screen turned black, and then it flashed away.
A notification appeared on the screen: Dear player, the Legend of Nightmare server is undergoing upgrade maintenance...
Ling Ping'an stuck out his tongue, "I can't even play games anymore!"
He could only write!
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