Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

"Wow, I never expected this tiny shop to have such big ambitions! They actually claim to have everything?"

Alright, give me a plate of stir-fried snow civet meat.

My requirements aren't high: the snow fox's magic level should be above level three, preferably a level one cub.

The meat is so tender and smooth! If it's too high-grade, it gets tough, and the taste suffers greatly! Gentlemen, please order whatever you'd like; I won't presume to do it for you!"

Mo Yuming made up a dish on the spot to make things difficult for the waiter.

"Young master, I'm truly sorry, but our shop doesn't carry rare magical beasts like the snow fox. Please choose some common game, such as wild boar or brown-necked chicken..."

The waiter was nearly speechless with shock, but thanks to his years of experience greeting and seeing off customers, he quickly recovered and hurriedly explained, "Didn't you just say you had everything?"

Mo Yuming feigned anger and questioned him.

"I'm so sorry, I misspoke! I hope you'll be magnanimous and not hold it against me! The delicacies I mentioned are nothing more than wild animals, fish, and shrimp. As for rare magical beasts, my shop really can't provide them."

This is our shop's menu; everything we offer is listed here!

The waiter apologized repeatedly while quickly handing over a menu for brocade noodles.

"I don't care to look at them, just bring me one of every decent dish you have in your restaurant!"

Mo Yuming opened the document and saw that it was filled with dozens of recipes, but they were all ordinary dishes with no special features.

Over the past few years in the canyon, Huang Rongrong has tried all kinds of dishes, and the skills of that near-eighth-crown top chef are truly well-deserved.

Later, with Mo Yuming's assistance, they created many novel dishes.

It can be said that anything in the canyon that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, or grows in the soil, as long as it is edible, has been found and made into dishes by this group of idle old people.

Years later, apart from a few people who had no interest in cooking, everyone had learned a lot of dishes and had become true gourmets.

Especially these old men who were born and raised in the canyon, they are truly born foodies, and they are obsessed with cooking. Every day they try different ways to learn cooking skills from Chef Huang.

Therefore, the dishes at this small shop were simply not up to the average person's standards.

Mo Yuming only glanced at it once, and then lost all desire to look at it again.

However, when he returned the post, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the four large gold-embossed characters "Secret Recipe Spirit Egg" written on the last page of the recipe, which instantly piqued his curiosity.

So he quickly retrieved the recipe and pointed to the last page, asking:

"What exactly is this 'secret spirit egg'?"

"This is our restaurant's unique signature dish, a monster egg carefully prepared by our chef using a family secret recipe."

Due to the scarcity of monster eggs, customers who wish to taste these spirit eggs must make a reservation in advance; they are not available for immediate sale.

The menu clearly states that this dish cannot be ordered, so I'm sorry, sir!

The waiter spoke with a hint of arrogance.

"But I want to eat this now, what can you do about it?"

Mo Yuming feigned a cunning look and said deliberately.

"There's nothing I can do to help!"

The waiter refused without hesitation.

"Call your manager over, I absolutely must eat this today!"

A hint of anger flashed across Mo Yuming's face.

"Even if we call the manager, it won't make a difference. This is the head chef's exclusive right. If he's unwilling to do it, there's nothing anyone can do!"

The waiter was not to be outdone. He had already realized that the young man in front of him was deliberately causing trouble, so he didn't give Mo Yuming a kind look at all.

"Then bring your so-called chef here!"

Mo Yuming's face instantly turned gloomy.

"Young master, please don't make things difficult for me. Our head chef has a very eccentric temper and will never see any guests!"

The waiter spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"I'm not leaving until he comes out. I'll stay in this shop and I won't give up until I see him!"

Mo Yuming was very interested in the secret spirit egg and was even more eager to learn the method of brewing the magical beast egg, so he simply started to act spoiled and throw a tantrum.

"If you wish to stay at our inn, that's certainly not a problem. We have top-class rooms available! We can give you priority access to accommodation. However, regarding your request to see the head chef, I'm afraid I cannot help you with that!"

Xiao Er was not someone to be trifled with.

Mo Yuming had originally come looking for trouble, but now he changed his mind and decided to eat and drink his fill first. So he said to the waiter:

"We'll talk about the spirit egg later, let's serve the food first!"

"alright, please wait!"

The waiter took the menu, turned around, and left.

……

"Have you finished eating, sir? Would you like anything else?"

As soon as Mo Yuming and the others finished eating, the waiter immediately came over to make tea and settle the bill.

"No need! Prepare guest rooms for us, we need to stay at the hotel!"

Mo Yuming picked up his teacup and said without looking up.

"Alright, please settle this bill first, it'll be fifty-six silver coins in total! Then we'll go book a room. According to the rules, you have to pay a deposit before checking into an inn! So..."

The waiter handed over the menu and said.

"What? Fifty-six silver coins for just a few simple dishes? That's too expensive! I can eat a Manchu Han Imperial Feast for less than that much!"

The food was bad, the taste wasn't authentic, and it wasn't even as good as what I cook. I'm already being reasonable by paying the bill, but you're charging an exorbitant price!

Mo Yuming threw the teacup on the table and said angrily.

"Sir, our dishes are a little more expensive than elsewhere, but not outrageously so."

This is mainly due to the long distance and high operating costs, not because we are overcharging! Please understand.

And the prices are clearly marked; they're all listed on the menu!

The waiter pointed to the menu and said.

"I don't care, these dishes are worth at most ten silver coins!"

Mo Yuming didn't even look at the menu.

"You flatter me, sir. Ten silver coins wouldn't buy this much food anywhere!"

Although Xiao Er was very annoyed by Mo Yuming's unreasonable behavior, he still patiently dealt with Mo Yuming.

It wasn't that the waiter had a good temper, but rather that he had already noticed that the silent old men around Mo Yuming were all extraordinary. Although their beards were all white, they all had youthful faces despite their white hair, and none of them looked old and frail.

Although he couldn't discern the old men's cultivation levels based on his own abilities, he could guess that they were definitely not ordinary people. Therefore, he never dared to offend Mo Yuming.

The shopkeeper sitting behind the counter was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

He had already sensed that Mo Yuming and his group were up to no good, and while Mo Yuming was negotiating with the waiter, he had secretly sent someone to find help.

Seeing that the waiter couldn't handle the situation, he also came over, suppressing his anger, and said to Mo Yuming in a gentle tone:

"Young master, I am the manager of this shop. Please tell me if there is anything I have done wrong, and I will make sure you are satisfied!"

"Satisfied? There are too many complaints. First, I'm not satisfied with the service at your restaurant; second, I'm not satisfied with the food and drinks; and third, I'm not satisfied with your chef!"

Mo Yuming said arrogantly.

"Hehe, you're not satisfied with any of them? That's a problem. Our shop is just a small, rustic place, and it's unlikely to meet your requirements. In that case, this meal is on me. Please find somewhere else!"

The shopkeeper forced a few laughs and looked at Mo Yuming and the others with disdain.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?!"

Mo Yuming said expressionlessly.

"That's not what I meant!"

The shopkeeper, though saying one thing, meant another, and said in a rather irritable tone.

"I don't care what you mean. If I just leave like this, wouldn't I be considered a freeloader?"

"I'm not leaving! I'm staying here until I'm satisfied with your service! You won't shortchange me; if I'm satisfied, I'll pay double! If I'm not satisfied, then I'm sorry!"

Mo Yuming put his legs up on the table and said.

"Young master, aren't you putting me in a difficult position?"

The shopkeeper was getting impatient.

"If this is considered difficult, then I have nothing more to say."

However, if you just ask that chef to make me a 'secret recipe spirit egg' to try right now...

"Also, call him out here so I can see who he is. After that, I'll leave immediately, and I'll pay you every penny! I won't make things difficult for you! How about that? These demands aren't too much, are they?"

"That's very difficult!"

The shopkeeper refused in a deep voice.

"You have to do it even if you can't! I've already given you plenty of face, so don't be ungrateful!"

Mo Yuming deliberately made a harsh statement and shouted loudly.

"Who's causing trouble here? Are they just bored and looking for trouble?!"

At that moment, a burly, middle-aged man with a fierce face walked in through the door.

Dressed in fine clothes and carrying a whip woven from the skin of a cunning wolf, he swaggered over, followed by a dozen soldiers wielding standard-issue broadswords.

"Lord Zhu! You've arrived!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly bowed and scraped as he went over to greet him.

"Who's got the guts to cause trouble on my turf? Are they tired of living?!"

The man surnamed Zhu stood in the shop and started yelling at the shopkeeper.

The innkeeper hurriedly responded in a humble voice, and the man surnamed Zhu, with a gloomy face, followed the innkeeper's directions to the private room where Mo Yuming and the others were sitting.

"Where did this beggar and wild child come from, daring to cause trouble here? Do they even know where they are?"

The man surnamed Zhu kicked the door open and strode inside.

Seeing a group of strangely dressed old men surrounding a child sitting inside, their arrogant and disdainful expressions intensified, they opened their mouths and roared at Mo Yuming and the others.

"Stray dogs and cats dare to come and bark here; this place has become a den of beasts!"

"Get Quan out of here! He's driving me crazy! If any stray dog ​​dares to bark at me again, I'll break its legs and throw it into the Valley of Heartbreak to feed the monsters!"

Mo Yuming squinted, leaned his head back in the chair, and held his head in his hands, not even opening his eyelids.

Upon hearing Mo Yuming speak, the tenth brother, who was sitting on the outermost side, immediately stood up and silently blocked the man's path.

With a swift movement, he grabbed the man's collar, and with a flick of his wrist, sent the burly man flying more than ten feet away, landing him face-first under a table.

"Wow! How dare you lay a hand on me! You've gone too far!"

"Guards, seize them all! I'm going to skin these bastards alive!"

The man crawled out from under the table and angrily yelled at his men.

The soldiers, naturally, dared not disobey orders, and swarmed around them, raising their broadswords.

When Master Quan saw a dozen soldiers wielding knives and slashing at him, he chuckled and didn't dodge.

He swung his arm and drew a circle in the air, instantly creating a wall of water within a radius of ten zhang.

Then, with a push of both hands forward, the wall of water surged towards the dozen or so soldiers. The water wall remained intact, engulfing all the soldiers within it.

The soldiers, as if drowning, dropped their weapons and frantically thrashed about in the wall of water, but they couldn't break through.

The leader surnamed Zhu, although he was also a fourth-level Earth-type cultivator, could usually conjure earth walls and flying sand to defend against enemies.

But those were just illusions, very different from the real thing, and they disappeared quickly after being used. At most, they could only block or disturb the enemy for a moment, and they couldn't last long or cover such a wide area.

He had never even considered the power of materializing spiritual energy, suppressing more than ten people on the spot with just a wave of his arm.

What kind of power is this? He had never seen such an unimaginable scene before. How high must one's cultivation level be!

Upon seeing this scene, I was immediately stunned.

This guy surnamed Zhu wasn't stupid; he knew the vast difference in strength between himself and his opponent. If a fight broke out, he probably wouldn't even be able to defeat one of his opponent's fingers, not to mention the group of equally skilled old men watching over him. So, he immediately shrank back, ready to retreat, and while everyone was distracted, he secretly circled around to the corner, trying to slip away.

But as soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he couldn't take his back foot out, because a ribbon of water, like a rope, had somehow tightly bound him up.

They dragged him back into the hall like a dead dog.

"This is the helper you called, right? Too bad he's a good-for-nothing. Is there anyone else you need to call? I'm waiting."

Mo Yuming walked out of the private room and into the hall. He looked up and coldly stared at the innkeeper, whose legs were trembling slightly.

"No! No! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! Please spare my life, young master! I was blind and ignorant, please be merciful and let me go!"

"If you need anything, sir, please just tell me, and I will take care of it immediately!"

The shopkeeper, having lost all confidence, quickly lowered his head and bowed deeply in apology.

"Why didn't you just settle this quickly earlier? Why make such a fuss? Look at all these dead fish and rotten shrimp on the ground now, they're in the way. Let's get someone to carry them out first!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly called over the shop's employees, who frantically carried the unconscious soldiers, who had been submerged in water, out of the shop.

"Can we call your head chef out now?"

Mo Yuming leaned against a pillar against the wall and said.

"Son..."

The shopkeeper hesitated, looking troubled.

"No need to call me anymore, I'm the head chef of this restaurant, what do you want?"

A girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old walked out of the store. She was wearing a light yellow tight-fitting short outfit and a veil covering her face. Although her face was not visible, her graceful figure showed that she was definitely a little beauty.

"Miss, what's wrong...?"

Just as the shopkeeper saw the girl about to say something, she quickly interrupted him.

"Uncle An, there's no need to say anything more!"

"Hehe, so it's a beautiful cook! No wonder she's such a rare sight!"

Sitting by the door, Master Long scratched his somewhat messy silver hair and grinned.

"It looks great! Hehe, the food... is delicious too, hehe!"

Leopard jumped up, half-squatting on the stool, making faces and frolicking like a macaque.