My Co-renting Lady Boss

Hearing Tang Ming say that, Ying Chou gave an awkward smile. Although he still didn’t think much of Tang Ming’s cooking, he still nodded. After all, at worst Tang Ming was just wasting some drinking water.

Unknown leaves, bitter and astringent fruits, and a kind of stone that could be seen everywhere on the island.

All of these things were thrown into the big pot by Tang Ming to be boiled.

Ying Chou and the people around him all had black lines hanging on their faces. They felt that after Tang Ming came to the Taoyuan World, he must have gone through a lot of hard days, otherwise he wouldn’t be throwing all these things together to cook.

Rather than eat that tasteless dry ration, they would still rather not eat any dish cooked from such things.

But as the fire below grew stronger and stronger, a pungent fragrance wafted out of the iron pot. This smell was both fragrant and spicy, and Ying Chou could swear he had never smelled anything so tempting in his life.

"Brother, what is this?"

Ying Chou swallowed his saliva. He too had ascended from the Lower Realm, but he could guarantee that he had never eaten anything with this kind of flavor.

After all, almost everything Tang Ming used was the most useless stuff on the island.

Tang Ming smiled. "I call it sauce soup. This thing goes best with dry rations. You can eat it together with your dry food. Oh right, prepare more water."

"Sauce soup? Simple name. Let this old man taste it for you first."

Tie Shan was the first to walk over and ladle out a bowl of sauce soup, then went to the side and paired it with some dry rations and dried vegetables.

The numbing and fiery heat at the entrance made Tie Shan’s eyes narrow. He hurriedly began wolfing down the cooked dry rations and side dishes.

The dry rations and side dishes that had always been completely tasteless were now indescribably delicious in his mouth, as if that so‑called sauce soup had somehow changed their flavor.

"Delicious, delicious."

The sound of people swallowing saliva rose one after another. Ying Chou lifted his head to look at Tang Ming. "Brother, you’ve got skills. Just for this alone, I want to recruit you into my Demon Hunting Team. How about it, you’d only need to cook."

The members of the Warhawk Demon Hunting Team all fixed their eyes on Tang Ming. They were also very eager for Tang Ming to join their Demon Hunting Team.

Tang Ming shook his head. "This kind of soup is also something you can only come across by chance. Snakefish are fine, they’re easy enough to catch, but there aren’t many of these wild fruits. I just took a look earlier; only a few of the nearby small islands have them."

"That is a problem. But since even something you throw together on the spot like this tastes so good, then things made with other ingredients must taste even better. I’ve heard that the Immortal Chef path is always passed down from a master. I wonder who your master is, brother."

Ying Chou looked at Tang Ming and asked.

Inside his black robe, Tang Ming let out a long sigh. He thought of Li He, the one who had taught him cooking at the Wu Family’s other courtyard.

After the chaos in the Coastal City, that old chef Li He had no idea where he’d run off to. If possible, Tang Ming still really wanted to apologize to him, since that old man had indeed treated him very well.

"He said he was a successor of the Li school. As for the details, I don’t really know."

Tang Ming lifted his head to look at Ying Chou.

Ying Chou and the nearby Tie Shan exchanged a glance, both of their faces full of surprise.

Especially Tie Shan; he blinked. "Friend, you’re not making this up, are you? Back then, in the Li Family massacre, it seems there weren’t any descendants of the Kitchen God who survived."

"Kitchen God? A successor of the Li school is a Kitchen God?"

Tang Ming raised his head in some surprise, and because he moved too quickly, the face hidden under his robe was exposed to Ying Chou and Tie Shan.

Tie Shan froze for a moment when he saw Tang Ming’s face, then said, "As far as I know, the head of the five great Kitchen Gods of the Taoyuan World had the surname Li, and was called Li Jiabei. But precisely because he was a Kitchen God, the Li Family’s five hundred people all died in a single night."

"That was all a few hundred years ago. At that time, I had just arrived in the Taoyuan World."

Ying Chou let out a sigh. He carefully observed Tang Ming’s expression, while Tang Ming wore a look of faint contemplation.

Li Jiabei and Li He—these two names were basically the same name. Could it be that the old man had been pretending to be a successor of the Li Family?

But when he was drunk he had clearly said so himself.

If he really was a Kitchen God, how would he end up in a tiny place like the Qingfeng Dynasty?

Tang Ming shook his head, not thinking any further about it, and picked up some food and walked toward a corner.

Seeing that Tang Ming had no intention of continuing the conversation.

Tie Shan and Ying Chou both sighed.

"This kid’s not bad. Pity his ambitions are big; he probably won’t become one of our Demon Hunting Team. But your brother‑in‑law over there really does need someone like him. I think you can recommend him to your brother‑in‑law."

Tie Shan picked up his bowl again. Thanks to the sauce soup, their appetites were especially good today, and they were eating much more than before.

Tie Shan’s words left Ying Chou pensive. His brother‑in‑law really was lacking a trustworthy person, but could Tang Ming really be trusted? From the time he’d met Tang Ming until now, he had only just seen the man’s true face once; he didn’t even know what Tang Ming’s real name was.

The night passed without words. Early the next morning, Tang Ming got up very early, but to his surprise, the people of the Warhawk Demon Hunting Team were clearly up earlier than he was. When Tang Ming left the tent, those guys were already packing up.

"How did you sleep last night?"

Tie Shan filled his pipe with tobacco leaves, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Very well. The blanket Senior gave me was very comfortable. I don’t know what Demon Beast’s fur it was refined from."

Tang Ming handed the rolled‑up blanket back to Tie Shan.

Tie Shan did not take it. He shook his head. "This thing is woven from purple silk velvet and then reinforced with a Spell. It’s not particularly precious. Just take it as thanks for that meal yesterday."

"Since Senior puts it that way, I’ll accept it. Honestly, I do like it a lot. This is a stalk of Xiangling Grass I got earlier. Its fragrance can dispel most toxins brought on by miasma. It should be able to help your Demon Hunting Team."

Tang Ming stretched out his hand, and a small pink flower was handed to the nearby Tie Shan.

Tie Shan hadn’t expected Tang Ming to take out something like this. This kind of Immortal Grass was absolutely a rare treasure you could only come across by chance.

Just as Tang Ming had said, this thing was incredibly useful to them; he didn’t even have the heart to think about refusing.

"Then thank you. I’ll accept this. After we get to Hailong City, what are your plans?"

Tie Shan carefully placed the Xiangling Grass into his Storage Ring, then looked at Tang Ming and asked.

Tang Ming was silent for a long time before he sighed. "I want to go to the inland cities of the Jiulong Dynasty. I won’t be staying in Hailong City."