I long to return home!

On the bustling street, Huai Zhen stood there in astonishment, his vision soon blocked by the ever-flowing crowd until Shen Lingjiao's figure disappeared from his sight.

Although the person was not visible, one could hear his angry curses from not far away.

"Beautiful young lady, seeing that you have lived a solitary life, may I have the honor of accompanying you on your journey?"

"roll!"

By the time Huai Zhen came to his senses, Shen Lingjiao's presence had already been lost in the crowd. This city was protected by a restriction, and flying was not allowed unless absolutely necessary.

Huai Zhen weaved through the crowd, desperately searching for Shen Lingjiao's figure. His divine sense spread out, and hundreds of cultivators rushed in, including some who sensed the danger and dispersed his divine sense to investigate.

The various obstacles discouraged Huai Zhen's search. However, at a small table by the window, Shen Lingjiao, holding the golden phoenix, saw the mood on her childlike face and carefully observed Huai Zhen searching downstairs.

This is a relatively large restaurant. Although the building is simple, it is full of ancient charm, and you can vaguely see the architectural style of the Wuji Empire.

The shop's name, "Baiweixiang," is engraved with characters that exude a profound cultural heritage. No matter how far or near you look at it, it reveals an air of dominance, clearly indicating that the person who engraved the characters was of high status.

Looking around, most of the people on the street were gathered here, scrambling to get in, but there were clearly more people waiting outside, including many who were dressed in fine clothes.

From the attic, Shen Lingjiao watched as Huaizhen went elsewhere, angrily snorted, and vigorously rubbed the golden phoenix on her leg.

At this moment, a girl with an ordinary figure and a bun hairstyle walked over. Judging from her appearance, one could guess that she was a young cook.

The young cook, holding a wooden board with a piece of paper pasted on it, smiled and said to Shen Lingjiao, "Your Highness, what brings you to Baiweixiang today? It's been almost a few months since your last visit. Seeing how downcast you seem, is it because you haven't had Baiweixiang's food in so long?"

Shen Lingjiao pouted and turned her head to look, immediately denying it: "No way. Zhang Ling, this princess is hungry. Quickly make this princess something delicious. It has to be made by you personally, otherwise... otherwise this princess will have Father Emperor confiscate the plaque."

"Alright, alright, what would Your Highness like to eat? I've recently developed some new dishes, would Your Highness like to try them?" The little cook smiled happily.

Upon hearing this, Shen Lingjiao's eyes lit up. She slapped herself up and stood up abruptly, causing the golden phoenix on her lap to fall to the ground with a loud thud that drew surprised glances from everyone in the shop.

Shen Lingjiao ignored him, her mouth watering, and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes! Bring me everything you have! I also want beggar's chicken, braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, braised pork ribs, and preserved egg pancakes..."

She rattled off several dishes in one breath, nearly a third of the restaurant's menu. To this, the young chef Zhang Ling remained calm and composed. With her fingertips glowing with an unusual light, she gently moved them across the paper, imprinting all the dishes that Shen Lingjiao had called out onto it.

Zhang Ling looked at the full menu without much surprise. After checking it, she smiled at Shen Ling and said, "Since the dishes are correct, Your Highness, please wait a moment while you wait. You can have some of the flower tea we just made. If you need anything else, just call me."

After saying that, she smiled again and walked downstairs until she reached the counter, in front of a curtain.

The curtain was about to fall to the ground, and you could feel the heat emanating from it, mixed with a fragrant aroma.

Pushing aside the curtain reveals a whole new world inside. In the vast space, dozens of stoves are burning with flames, and the sounds of fire coming from there are the sounds of fire.

The kitchen, large enough to hold hundreds of people, had fewer than ten people cooking there. Among them, the most conspicuous was a man with almost completely white hair who looked to be in his fifties. His cooking technique was identical to others, and it took more than ten years of experience to skillfully toss the wok like that.

Before long, Zhang Ling walked to the man's side, looked at the menu in her hand and said with a smile, "Father, the princess has arrived. These are the dishes Her Highness requested. She specifically asked me to cook them herself."

Upon hearing this, the man ladled the Kung Pao Chicken from the pot into a bowl and slowly put down the cooking utensils. He then gently stroked the little cook's head and said with a smile, "It seems that even the princess is attracted by Ling'er's cooking skills. In the future, I will entrust this Hundred Flavors Fragrance to you, and I will be at ease with you."

As he spoke, the man looked up at his good buddies who had been with him for many years in the kitchen, their hair almost white. He couldn't help but sigh softly, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. He said, "But Ling'er, you must remember, Baiweixiang is enough with just this one shop. Remember not to reveal this unique secret recipe to the rest of the country. Finally, your father hopes that you can find the taste of the fried rice in your father's memory, and find the taste of that person."

After hearing this, Zhang Ling couldn't help but look puzzled and asked, "Father, is that person surnamed Xue?"

The man chuckled, a bitter smile on his aged face. He didn't reply, but nodded slightly. Then he picked up the spatula again and said with regret, "That man is my faith. Without him, there would be no Baiweixiang. I deeply regret forgetting the true way to make fried rice."

The man's identity was self-evident; he was Zhang Dachuan, who had given Xue Wu the "God of Cookery" robe back then, and the kitchen was undoubtedly filled with the earliest batch of cooks from that small kitchen.

Zhang Ling had heard Zhang Dachuan mention the founder of Baiweixiang more than once, but she had no idea where he was now or what had happened to him.

"Yes, I will definitely find the taste of fried rice in my father's memory, and I will definitely make Baiweixiang a successor." Zhang Ling affirmed. After receiving approval, she confidently and earnestly picked up the spatula and cooked the dish by herself.

Judging from his technique, he seems to be only around twenty years old, but his skills are in no way inferior to those of veteran chefs like Zhang Dachuan. In fact, he has even innovated some of his methods, making his dishes surpass those of the past in both color and presentation.

By this time, the sun had risen significantly, and it was around 2 PM. Shen Lingjiao sat at the table, watching as one delicious dish after another was served, piling up like a small mountain.

Huai Zhen's figure had appeared outside the window at least three or four times in this long time, running from the east to the west of the city, from the west to the south, and from the south to the north, searching back and forth without ever stopping to rest. The anxiety on his face made everyone who saw him anxious.

Shen Lingjiao sat in the pavilion watching the whole time. By now, her anger had subsided considerably, but she still didn't react. Instead, she began to complain:

"This sickly fellow is so stupid. He's been running around for so long and still hasn't found me, the princess."

"Never mind, let me taste the delicious food first before calling him."