Chapter 3 The Spirit of Food
Yeats stared at the golden words that appeared in front of him.
"The Spirit of Food: A certificate given to those who have studied cooking to the extreme. They can cook all theoretically feasible ingredients into delicious food, and provide additional food benefits."
Ye Zhi soon realized the origin of this talent.
Isn’t this the achievement title I got for getting my cooking skills to the highest level in “Phantom Wings”!
In this fantasy world, there is an auxiliary profession called gourmet chef, which uses gourmet food as a method, and has spawned the gourmet academy, gourmet guild, etc.
Among this group of gourmets, those who stand at the pinnacle of culinary skills are respected as the "Spirit of Food".
The spirit of food and drink claims that even the gods will recognize their cooking skills. This is where the word "裨", which represents sacrifice, comes from.
Yeats suppressed his inner excitement.
It seems that I have maxed out my cooking skills in the game, which helped me obtain this golden talent in this world!
Many people in the predecessor family awakened their talents before being promoted to the first level. Only Yeats was neither promoted nor favored by talent until he was fourteen.
System... No, the talents given to me by the game panel can make up for the lack of talents.
This talent is obviously not a combat talent, and cannot be compared with the same type of [Various Martial Arts] and [Regicide] achievement titles in the game.
But Yeats, as a professional player in life, is quite satisfied with this talent.
But then there was a slight liver pain again.
"Before, in the game, I was trying to get the first cooking achievement title in the liver server, but I didn't sleep for a few nights, and my roommates thought I was going to send it..."
Yeats sighed in his heart, and accidentally touched it with his fingers down the panel.
【Do you want to inherit this talent? 】
【No, the initial talent will be refreshed for you again. (Warning: Refreshing talents with higher quality is not guaranteed!)]
Yeats was startled, and the hair on his hair almost stood up.
If I accidentally brushed off the golden talent, wouldn't it explode if I replaced it with a white talent?
Think about it again, is there any better title in my game account?
It seems that there is no more, oh, there is also a title of max level fishing.
[Fishing for the Soul of the Blue Dragon] is the highest level fishing achievement. You can catch many strange treasures.
But first of all, [Food Spirit] is more to your liking, and secondly, there is no guarantee that you will be able to get the fishing talent.
Yeats decided not to refresh, and directly clicked Confirm on the panel, choosing to inherit the talent of [Spirit of Food].
In an instant.
A large number of memories poured into Yeats' mind.
Yeats stood there blankly, with an expression like the cat who had learned the truth about the universe.
"Master, what are you doing?" Gray waved her hand in front of Yeats' eyes, "Hey, look at me?"
Yeats's eyes gradually became focused, comprehending the knowledge in his mind.
This knowledge seems to belong to you naturally, it is unparalleled and wonderful, and the food in the world shows a different color before your eyes.
Even the monster that was just hunted, the snake-cock beast that was cut in half, became a cooking ingredient in Yeats's eyes!
Yeats exhaled and couldn't wait to try his talent. He pushed the girl's hand away from him and said calmly:
"Just call me Yeats, and -"
The handsome aristocratic young man looked at Gray, his green eyes showing strong confidence, and asked seriously:
"Did you just say that you were hungry?"
Gray He smiled sheepishly: "I have eaten a chicken since yesterday. I must be hungry, otherwise I wouldn't ask you for supplies."
You still have the nerve to smile and seduce a chicken I followed you for five miles.
The mind flayers are not as suspicious as you, otherwise they would not be arrested as witches!
Yeats then thought about it.
Dragonborn steals chickens in the Ganges River!
"Focas, go to the village and buy a set of cooking utensils." Yeats ordered, "We will set off again tomorrow morning. We will stay in the village overnight and make dinner ourselves."
"As ordered."
Forkas lowered his head. As a professional housekeeper, he had full housekeeping skills, and cooking was no problem. It was just that he did not bring cooking utensils with him on this long trip.
Taking this opportunity, Fokas secretly decided to show off his skills to the young master.
However, when Phokas brought back a set of cooking utensils, he looked at Yeats who was washing his hands by the river and said in shock:
"Master, you want to cook for yourself?!"
Yeats raised his eyes and looked up: "Well...can't you see?"
"My Holy Light, Master, you have actually learned to cook for yourself!"
Phokas uttered the modal particles, raised his arms, wiped his eyes with his sleeves, and was so choked that he could not speak.
Yeats cooked the food himself, which shocked Phokas even more than when he prepared the potion just now.
"Woo hoo..." Master, the young master has really grown up.
You sent him outside the border, which really stimulated him!
Gray was full of wonder and whispered: "Hey, why did your housekeeper suddenly start crying?"
Yeats retrieved the memory of his predecessor and said awkwardly: "Maybe it's because I was... too naughty before. . ”
Forkas pricked up his ears, just being naughty?
Master, you really know how to put gold on your face!
To calm down, Forkas cleared his throat and assumed the posture of a capable butler.
"Master, what are you planning to do for dinner? I can help you."
"Just right, help me wash the ingredients."
Yeats pointed to the side: "Tonight We'll just eat the cockatrice."
"No problem-" Phocas smiled, his smile suddenly stiffened.
He and Gray both opened their eyes wide and said in unison: "What did you say?!"
"Is there any problem?"
"No, no, Master, that's a World of Warcraft!" Forkas broke into a cold sweat. It turns out that the Master's common sense of life is still too lacking.
Phocas was once an adventurer. Later, he was hit by an arrow in the knee and came to the Earl's house as the steward. He knew very well that Warcraft cannot be eaten.
"Yeats, you are not an adventurer. You don't know that the organs on the monster's body will be corroded by magic power and cannot be eaten at all."
Gray's expression was full of seriousness.
"It can range from vomiting to poisoning. The code specifically records the crime of poisoning the corpse of a monster!"
Gray knows the code by heart, so she can always find ways to jump around the edges of the law. An outlaw.
"Wouldn't it be better to remove all the places that have been corroded by magic?"
Yeats said it right. As he spoke, he held the kitchen knife in his hands and dismembered the snake, chicken and beast. Break into small pieces and easily separate into two piles.
“Here, throw away this pile, all the rest are edible parts.”
Gray looked at the edible part of Yeats's mouth and saw that the cockatrice's snake tail was still faintly twitching.
Sweat dropped slowly from Gray's forehead.
Did I agree too early about the employment contract just now?
Fokas' Gulu's Adam's apple rolled and he said dryly: "Master, it's not that Warcraft cannot be made into food, but it must be handled by professionals, such as gourmets who are good at this... …”
Yeats sighed.
"Now that the matter has come to an end, I will no longer hide it from you, Phokas."
"Actually, I have awakened my talent a long time ago, but I have never told my family." Yeats said calmly. , "Moreover, my talent is related to the School of Food and Cuisine."
The sun went down and there was silence.
Gray looked at the aristocratic young man with a calm face, and then looked at the white-haired old man who was in a daze.
After being speechless for a long time, only two lines of hot tears slowly rolled down from the eyes of the old housekeeper.
"Master, you...have actually awakened your talent?"
Fokas murmured a question and saw Yeats nodding in affirmation.
The old housekeeper couldn't help himself. He hugged Yeats forward and choked: "It's a good thing, a great thing. Why didn't you kid tell me earlier? How happy it is. It's something..."
Yeats was held in the butler's arms, looking awkward.
After thinking about it, I can understand.
"Go and wash the ingredients first, Phokas." Yeats said helplessly.
Phokas wiped his eyes and said happily: "As you command, young master."
Looking at Phokas' brisk pace, Yeats raised the corner of his mouth and shook his head secretly.
We are more like friends than master and servant.
After all, this trip to Morning Frost Ridge can be said to be about sharing weal and woe...
Gray squatted by the crystal clear stream, holding her cheeks in her hands, looking at the handsome and cold noble boy with interest.
"This young master seems to be a tsundere." Gray thought to herself, "It's a bit interesting!"
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