Bullock couldn't help but squint his eyes and look at this little girl who looked very knowledgeable.

This outfit, as well as the fire-type God's Eye... The most important thing is the vague smell of seasoning on her body. Although it is very light, Brock, who has always been sensitive to nose, can smell it instantly.

This little girl is definitely a chef!

"I didn't expect my little sister's sense of smell to be so sensitive. Yes, this is the pork in our town."

After opening the lid a little, Bullock covered the pot again.

After all, it is still simmering, so leaving the ingredients exposed for a long time will affect the taste of the finished dish.

As an ordinary farm woman in Qingquan Town, in addition to farm work in the fields, Bullock also has higher pursuits in food.

It was this pursuit that gradually made her become the most famous chef in and outside the country.

"Xiang Ling, no wonder you want the pork from Qingquan Town. The taste is really attractive."

Paimon, who was flying aside, could not help but salivate as he listened to the gurgling sound in the pot.

"Xiang Ling?"

Hearing the name from Paimon's mouth, Bullock's heart moved and his ears cocked up.

She looked at the scantily clad girl in front of her and murmured to herself.

"Are you Xiangling from Liyue Wanmin Hall?"

That costume, that name, plus his level of cooking.

If Bullock can no longer guess who the person in front of her is, then her reaction is really too slow.

Xiangling, who was busy identifying other ingredients in the pot through smell with Paimon, was stunned when she heard Brock's words.

"Ah? I didn't expect that someone here knows about our Manmin Hall."

Although the girl did not answer Bullock directly, the meaning of her words was already clear.

Xiangling's somewhat humble answer seemed to Bullock to be provoking himself.

Why, do you think that a remote place like Qingquan Town is not worthy of knowing the news about Liyue Port, the city of gourmet food?

Oh, it just so happened that she had wanted to learn about the quality of Liyue's food for a long time, so this was the perfect opportunity.

"In that case, how about you listen to my opinion?"

After making up his mind, Bullock waved his hand, crossed the pot, and stood in front of everyone.

"Opinion?"

"That's right. If I heard correctly, Miss Xiangling wants the pork from Qingquan Town, right? If you want fresh meat, you must have it freshly slaughtered. But unfortunately, the pork in the town recently

All the hunters are troubled about the spring water, and I really can’t help but want to ask them for help.”

Then we'll do it ourselves...

Originally, Xiang Ling wanted to say this, but when the words came to her mouth, she realized that this kind of thing still required permission from others, so she could only listen to Bullock in silence as he continued to speak.

"But... I have an idea. There are wild boars that often come and cause trouble near my backyard. I originally planned to take some time to drive them away, but if you guys want fresh Qingquan pigs, you might as well just take them away.

They’re just fine.”

As he spoke, Bullock's eyes became erratic.

In fact, there were no wild boars that came to cause trouble in her backyard at all. What she was talking about was the share of wild boars distributed per person in the town. As a cook, she happened to have a little leftover, so it was perfect to use it as a lottery prize.

"But besides that, I have another request. I would like to ask Miss Xiangling about Liyue's food culture. How about it?"

When talking about pork before, Bullock was like any farm woman you could see everywhere, amiable and amiable. But when it came to cooking, she turned into a sharp sword, with its edge clearly visible.

Xiang Ling, who was standing opposite Bullock, naturally felt this breathtaking aura. She put away the bright smile that had always been on her face in the past, and there was a hint of a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

"That means as long as we beat you in the cooking showdown, we can get Qingquan Pork?"

"of course not."

Perhaps because he didn't express his meaning clearly, Bullock reorganized his words.

"As long as Miss Xiangling agrees to compete with me, those pigs will be yours no matter whether you win or lose, but...if I'm lucky enough to win against you, then I have one more thing I want to ask you to do for me."

Hearing this, Xiangling raised her slightly cute eyebrows, which were somewhat similar to Guo Ba who was in a daze.

"Oh? Let me tell you, if it is beyond my capabilities, it will definitely not work."

"Hahaha, of course not. If I win, then please add a dish with me 'Brock' as the author on the menu of Manmintang. How about this condition?"

Having said this, Bullock confidently beat his chest.

Xiangling closed her eyes and listened to the other party's request. After thinking about it for a while, she felt that there was nothing wrong with complying, and she would be fine anyway.

"Okay, time, place, requirements."

Looking at Xiang Ling who was discussing the cooking showdown with Bullock, Bai Qiyun walked aside silently and stood with Ying and Paimon.

He had no interest in getting involved in the cooking showdown between these two guys.

"Xiang Ling...she is such a good cook."

Even the sharp-tongued Paimon couldn't find any better adjectives for this situation.

She looked awkwardly between the two chefs.

"Well, I can feel her passion for cooking."

The blond girl turned her gaze and focused on Bai Qiyun, who was doing nothing.

Bai Qiyun always felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by her like this.

He touched his arm, which seemed to have goosebumps.

"What's wrong?"

His gaze passed across the young man's face, and his expression showed no fluctuation.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking that you seem to be different from Xiang Ling."

"Isn't this normal? How can a boy and a girl be the same?"

Leaning against the railing, Bai Qiyun lay lazily on it.

The sleepiness that was originally driven away by Xiangling came back again at this moment.

"No, that's not what I meant."

Like friends chatting, Ying looked into the distance and followed Bai Qiyun to lean on the railing.

The breeze blew through the ends of her hair, causing the blond hair on either side of her ears to sway in front of the young man's eyes.

"In terms of pursuit, I always feel that you are not as enthusiastic as her."

"enthusiasm?"

Not understanding the complicated negotiation between Xiang Ling and Bullock, Paimeng flew over in despair. As soon as he came over, he heard something that seemed very interesting.

Bai Qiyun raised his eyelids and glanced at Ying and Paimeng beside him, without saying anything.

He raised his head, rested the back of his head on the wood, looked at the high sky, and was lost in thought, as if he was remembering something.

After a long time, the young man sighed helplessly.

"There are two types of people in this world. One is those who have talent but don't know it. They only focus on research and are dazzling in the eyes of others. The other is those who have no talent but still use their brains.

People who dig deep in but are blocked out by a high wall called 'talent'."

"There is no doubt that Xiangling is the former."

——And I am the latter.
Chapter completed!