Chapter 137: The Fourth Day of the Lunar New Year (2)

Yu Qian collected the soy milk into her phone, first sending a cup each to the Heavenly Dao and the six big shots, before releasing the rest into the group chat.

[Shallow Water Fish] sent a red envelope: Soy milk.

This time, Yu Qian did not set it as a "lucky" red envelope; it was divided equally. Anyone who managed to grab one would get a cup.

[Bewitching Su Daji]: "Waaah, only one cup. Three aren't enough to share."
[Charming Jade-Faced Fox]: "Forty-meter machete.jpg"
[Charming Jade-Faced Fox]: "You're lucky to even have a cup. There's none at all in the Bull Demon Cave..."

With only a dozen or so cups, there naturally wasn't enough to go around. But there was nothing she could do; there was only one pot of soy milk, and she still needed to make tofu pudding. Being able to spare a single basin was already quite an achievement.

[Shallow Water Fish]: "I'll ask my mom to set aside a portion of all the dishes. Once my relatives leave tonight, I'll send them to you."

Yu Qian's words made the eyes of everyone in the group light up. Her second uncle-in-law was truly a culinary master, no less skilled than professional chefs. Moreover, because he had a penchant for bold flavors, he captured the essence of Sichuan cuisine in every dish, making his food incredibly satisfying. Last year, when she sent some to the group, they had nearly come to blows over the food.

Su Dongpo was baffled. Was Sichuan cuisine really that good?

[Dongpo Hermit]: "I know how to cook Sichuan dishes too. Are they really that delicious?"

True, Su Dongpo was also from Sichuan province. Yu Qian recalled that Dongpo pork knuckle and Dongpo meat were associated with him.

[Shallow Water Fish]: "Dongpo pork knuckle! Dongpo meat!"
[Dongpo Hermit]: "Huh? What is that?"
[Wenxiu]: "[Image][Image]"

She found two pictures of Dongpo pork knuckle and Dongpo meat online and dropped them into the group.

[Dongpo Hermit]: "Oh, that stuff? I just whipped those up casually back in the day, but what's with the name!"

He didn't remember naming any dishes after himself.

[Shallow Water Fish]: "It's to commemorate you for inventing those two dishes," Yu Qian explained.

Fair enough.

[Nuwa]: "If you know how to cook, why aren't you doing it!"

Nuwa, the ultimate foodie, was incensed! She had tasted Dongpo pork knuckle before, and the flavor was beyond compare. Yet, this founder had been hiding in the group for so long without ever showing off his skills!

[God of Cookery] sent an exclusive red envelope: Ingredients!

The God of Cookery pulled out a pile of ingredients and even prepared cooking utensils, sending them all to Su Dongpo. Then, he logged out of the game and dragged Su Dongpo into his small paradise.

[God of Cookery]: "Everyone come to the small paradise. @Dongpo Hermit is here too."
[Dongpo Hermit]: "..."
[Dongpo Hermit]: "Hesitation.jpg"
[Dongpo Hermit]: "Smiling on the outside, cursing on the inside.jpg"

This brazen maneuver stunned Su Dongpo. He wanted to give the God of Cookery a piece of his mind, but he didn't dare, so he could only hug his phone and send two expressions in the group chat.

Yu Qian burst into laughter. After the God of Cookery sent that message, everyone logged off one after another, leaving the players from the opposing server completely bewildered. First, they stopped fighting mid-battle, and now they were just logging off? Were the people from Cloud Song sick in the head? They were the ones who started the fight, and they were the ones running away.

[Cross-Server Loudspeaker - Zui Qianqiu] Ling Cheng: "What on earth are you Cloud Song people doing? What's with running away halfway through a fight? If you can't win, just admit it!"

The healer from the opposing side returned to her own server, still feeling aggrieved, and sent a direct call-out via loudspeaker.

[Cross-Server Loudspeaker - Cloud Song] Sister Xiu: "There's a master chef making delicious food, so they all went to mooch a meal... I can't control them, what can I do? I'm desperate too!"

Wenxiu replied with a loudspeaker.

[Team] Ling Cheng: "You can actually say 'mooching a meal'? How are you not embarrassed? It would sound better to just say you couldn't win."
[Team] Ling Xin: "Do you have any idea whether they can win or not? Look at their gear compared to ours."

The opposing server wasn't exactly peaceful either; there was plenty of infighting, only outsiders weren't aware of it.

After sending the message, Wenxiu logged off as well. With no fight left and few people online, she decided to go downstairs to help out. Helping, that is, with the dishes. Looking at the pile of bowls on the floor, the two exchanged a glance, resigned themselves to their fate, and each pulled up a small stool to sit down.

Time to wash the dishes!