After transmigrating, she became the most beloved beast in the world.

"Sister Xinyao, Sister Xinyao." Chu Xinyao heard Xiaohua calling her from the second-floor staircase as she carried the soup bowl out.

"I'm here," Chu Xinyao replied, quickly going downstairs.

Downstairs, Xiaohua, Xiaobai, and a female in her early twenties were waiting for her.

"This is what you are doing?"

Xiao Bai stepped forward and took the bowl from Chu Xinyao's hands. Xiao Hua then affectionately linked arms with Chu Xinyao and introduced her, "This is Sister Sisi, the daughter of Chef Dayu. Chef Dayu said that Sister Xinyao drank two bowls of the fish soup she cooked today."

"Oh, so this is the daughter of the cafeteria cook who's pregnant and has a poor appetite!" Chu Xinyao sized up the woman before her. She was in her early twenties, with fairer skin than Xiaohua, delicate features, and a slender figure that showed almost no signs of pregnancy. Her complexion was somewhat sallow, probably due to her recent poor appetite.

Chu Xinyao asked softly, "Sisi, how did you like the fish soup today? Did you feel unwell after drinking it?"

Sisi shook her head gratefully and said, "Mistress, the fish soup is delicious. I feel much better after drinking two bowls."

"I'm glad you like it. I have some other soup recipes here, and I'd be happy to teach you if you have time."

Xiao Bai said happily, "That's exactly why we came here. There are two pregnant females in the tribe who are getting a little tired of eating roasted meat every day. In fact, not to mention them, even we are getting tired of it. Unfortunately, we are too embarrassed to compete with the little ones for shea butter and green spirit paste."

She took a few green fruits from the basket beside her and handed them to Chu Xinyao, saying, "Your Majesty, please have some."

Chu Xinyao smiled and took the fruit, taking a bite. The crisp texture made her eyebrows lift. The juice burst in her mouth, carrying a refreshing aroma, perfectly balanced between sweet and sour.

"This fruit is really good," Chu Xinyao exclaimed.

Xiao Bai smiled brightly upon hearing Chu Xinyao's praise. "These were picked by Xiao Qing, they're so fresh."

"Sister Xinyao, what other good food does your tribe have? Besides grilled fish and grilled meat, the Ink Serpent Tribe only has grilled shea butter and green spirit paste. But there's so little of that; after the young ones in the tribe eat it, there's hardly anything left." Xiaohua pulled out a chair and sat down, somewhat regretfully.

Delicious? The food culture of the Dragon Kingdom is profound and extensive, with each dish possessing rich cultural heritage and regional characteristics.

Chu Xinyao recalled the ingredients and cookware she had seen while making fish soup today. After a moment's thought, she said, "Our tribe has so many delicious foods. Steaming, boiling, frying, braising, stewing—every cooking method can bring out the best flavor of the ingredients. Although I'm not good at cooking, I still know a little bit."

Three pairs of eyes lit up, and Xiaohua said somewhat eagerly, "Sister Xinyao, shall we go now!"

Now? Although Mo is injured, it seems she can't be of much help.

"Okay, you guys go find some ingredients first, and I'll teach you when I get back." She planned to go upstairs and tell Mo, "Xiaohua, could you find Ada for me and see if he has time to take care of Mo for me?"

"Okay!" Little Flower ran off like the wind to find A-Da.

"Xiaobai, go and find the best cook in the tribe, the one who can grill meat so deliciously." She remembered that Mo was a very good cook, whether it was grilled fish or grilled meat, it was all very delicious.

Xiao Bai nodded and replied, "Okay."

"As for Sisi, you should rest more. You can go to the cafeteria and wait for us, or ask your mother to help prepare some ingredients."

After the three of them left, Chu Xinyao went upstairs.

Mo was quite surprised, but the fish soup was indeed delicious today. "Xinyao, it's wonderful that you can teach them."

Chu Xinyao sat on the edge of Mo's bed, her brows furrowed slightly. She asked in confusion, "Mo, haven't you been to many places? Why didn't you take the opportunity to learn some skills to bring back? The tribe always roasts meat and fish. Anyone would get tired of it after a while."

A bitter smile appeared on Mo's face. He replied helplessly, "I have indeed been to many places, but every tribe cherishes its own cooking skills. How could I possibly learn them so easily?"

Chu Xinyao was even more confused: "Why? Food can also be traded, like Green Spirit Paste and Flower Tea. Don't they bring many benefits to the local tribes?"

Mo pondered for a moment, then explained, “Actually, I understand that most of these foods are not easy to preserve. And once they leave their specific environment, their taste or texture will be greatly reduced. Cooking methods often involve the tribe’s terrain, unique plants and animals, and each tribe is even more reluctant to share them with outsiders.”

Chu Xinyao clicked her tongue. Okay, it's too complicated. She'd better just teach the people in the tribe and improve their lives!

Chu Xinyao arrived at the canteen—or rather, according to Xiao Hua and the others, this place located halfway up the mountain, which provides basic food for everyone, is called the Food House.

When she arrived at the restaurant, it was already full of people.

Chu Xinyao looked at them in surprise, grabbed Xiaobai and asked, "Didn't you say you were only looking for two or three people? Why are there so many?"

Xiao Bai hurriedly explained, "Your Majesty, it's like this. I originally came to find the High Priest's granddaughter, but she told the High Priest about this matter, and the High Priest said it was a big deal and told everyone to send one person from each household to learn."

Chu Xinyao looked at everyone, feeling a bit overwhelmed. She had only intended to teach them one or two soup dishes, but now she had to show her true skills.

"Alright, everyone come and learn. I'll take a look at the ingredients first."

Several bamboo baskets were placed on the open ground in front of the stove. Near the Ink Serpent tribe, there were many pale yellow plants that looked somewhat like bamboo. The Ink Serpent tribe called them tube trees, but in Chu Xinyao's eyes, they were strikingly similar to bamboo, except that the tube trees were thicker and had wider leaves.

Because they serve exactly the same purpose: they can be woven into baskets, crates, and mats, or simply cut off a section and make a cup. Chu Xinyao even saw a huge bamboo pole in a corner of the kitchen, filled with some small fish fry.

The first bamboo basket was filled with pieces of fresh meat. The meat was firm and had a good ratio of fat to lean, making it an excellent choice for braised pork.

Imagine braised pork belly, its color a vibrant red, its texture tender and juicy, melting in your mouth—every bite a taste of pure bliss. Unfortunately, she didn't have all the ingredients on hand to prepare this delicious dish.

In the second bamboo basket lay a clean fish. Its scales had been scraped off and its internal organs removed, leaving only the white flesh.

The fish meat had clearly visible texture, firm yet elastic. However, the fishy smell in this beast world was very strong, so she added a lot of ginger to the fish soup in the morning.

The third one was not a bamboo basket, but a wooden bucket, which was about half full of green powder.

Seeing that she didn't recognize it, Xiaobai explained from the side, "This is Green Spirit Paste."

"So this is what Green Spirit Paste looks like," Chu Xinyao nodded and walked to the back.

Next came shea butter and half a bucket of yellow powder. No one recognized the yellow powder; it was something Mo had brought from the northern continent.

The last bamboo basket was opened, revealing two small snakes and a basket of eggs.

Chu Xinyao looked at the little snake, her temples throbbing. She didn't know how to make snake soup!