Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184: Chapter 184 My Son Has the Talent of a God of Cookery

"What? Are you suggesting my knife skills are subpar?" The originally amiable Zhang Jiuling’s face darkened with anger. As a young man, he couldn’t suppress his temper.

He was the heir to the Imperial Kitchen. He had grown up studying the cookbooks of Zhang Dongguan, and even his own father claimed his culinary talent was one of the finest in the world. He usually spent his time womanizing; otherwise, he believed his skills would have already earned him global fame.

He seldom even touched a kitchen knife. Today, he had personally sliced a roast duck, yet this man before him showed him no respect at all.

"Senior Brother, don’t be angry. It’s not worth it," the others from the Imperial Kitchen advised Zhang Jiuling.

Zhang Jiuling snorted. "Fine. Out of respect for my junior brothers, we’ll consider this matter settled."

Wu Tian, with his hands clasped behind his back, calmly said, "Here, I am in charge."

What? You’re in charge?

The men from the Imperial Kitchen chuckled and glanced toward Yong Dong. Their meaning was clear: Master, he claims to be in charge, showing you no respect at all.

Yong Dong pressed his palms together and was about to say something when Wu Tian’s eyes narrowed.

Suddenly, the pressure in the space intensified. Everyone felt as though invisible stones had crashed down upon them. It became difficult to breathe, shudders ran through their bodies, and their faces instantly paled.

"Kneel!"

The command appeared in their minds, compelling the disciples of the Imperial Kitchen to kneel one by one. Yong Dong was no exception; his eyes were wide with shock, and he had no choice but to kneel.

Meanwhile, the little girl, Master Zhan, and the others felt nothing. They just looked on with confusion, especially Master Zhan’s group, who had no idea what the men from the Imperial Kitchen and the Shaolin Monk were doing.

Only the little girl blinked, her eyes sparkling. It must be Dad playing tricks. I want to learn this trick.

"Baldy, it seemed you had something to say just now," Wu Tian said, looking at Yong Dong indifferently.

"Amitabha. I intended to say that seeing the benefactor is like seeing Buddha himself," Yong Dong said with the utmost respect and piety, as if he were worshiping Buddha.

Of course, that wasn’t what he had actually intended to say. But under the circumstances, a monk knows what’s best to say.

"Oh? I am like Buddha himself?" Wu Tian chuckled. "Then why would I call you baldy? Would Buddha do such a thing?"

Buddha certainly would not. Although he thought this, Yong Dong still earnestly said, "Buddha indeed would. As it is said, there is no self, no person, no sentient beings, and no lifespan. A name is merely a label. Whether the Great Master calls me ’monk’ or ’baldy,’ both refer to me. There is little difference; all is emptiness."

Wu Tian chuckled. He remembered one of the Hundred Schools of Thought, the Logicians of the Gongsun family, who were known for their prowess in argumentation, especially the paradox of ’a white horse is not a horse.’ It’s a pity. Faced with a monk, even the Gongsun family probably couldn’t win an argument.

Wu Tian then looked at Zhang Jiuling, who was kneeling and trembling on the ground.

"I... I was wrong," Zhang Jiuling pleaded for mercy. He didn’t dare provoke such an expert.

Wu Tian nodded.

But Zhang Xiguan, though kneeling, still gritted his teeth and said, "You are a powerful man, but that does not give you the right to bully others! My son... my son Jiuling has the potential of a God of Cookery!"

Hearing this, Wu Tian chuckled. In another world, he had also encountered an undying old man whom he had killed. With his last breath, the man had screamed, ’My son, Wang Dong, has the potential to become a Great Emperor!’ Unfortunately, the man called Wang Dong never dared to seek revenge.

Hearing those words again, Wu Tian wanted to laugh inwardly. Seeing the disbelief on Wu Tian’s face, Zhang Xiguan gritted his teeth again.

Master Zhan took a deep breath. If Zhang Jiuling is really like that, he’s truly impressive.

I’m just a roast duck chef, Master Zhan thought, sighing bitterly. No matter how talented my son is, he can’t compare to his son. He naturally felt inferior. He tried his best to give his son the best he could, but he knew it still wasn’t enough. Kids from other families get cars from their parents when they turn twenty—BMWs, Mercedes, and the like. But I have no money!

What does that mean? Wu Tian’s words made everyone pause.

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