Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 367

Wu Tian hadn't expected them to actually send an envoy. He thought for a moment and asked, "What do you want me to do?" His tone was indifferent, as if such matters were no big deal in his eyes.

"I don't know either," Zheng Tianshi said from the other end of the line, shaking his head. He was happy to hear that Wu Tian's tone wasn't anxious. "Don't worry," he added, "someone will speak up for you."

"Whatever." Wu Tian truly didn't care. He had experienced far worse situations in the Immortal Emperor Realm. This incident was indeed serious, but for someone like him, who had weathered countless storms, it felt like nothing.

After talking with Zheng Tianshi for a while, he hung up and went to find a place to eat. He found a nice little food stall, only to discover the chef was in trouble.

"Can I give it a try?" Wu Tian asked.

"You?" The crowd was surprised at first, but after seeing who had spoken, they let out a collective sigh. The chef, not knowing who Wu Tian was, said irritably, "You don't look like a chef. What could you possibly do?"

Hearing this, Wu Tian laughed. "I really can give it a try."

Seeing Wu Tian insist, the chef frowned. "Do you even know how to make that... Pomfret Qiansi Noodles?"

"I can..." Wu Tian nodded instinctively, then added, "Sort of."

"What do you mean, 'sort of'? Is it fun to lie to me?!" the chef said indignantly. His brows furrowed even more. "Sir, I know you're trying to be helpful, but Qiansi Noodles are a unique local delicacy. How would you know how to make them?"

"I watched you cook once, so naturally, I learned," Wu Tian said with a shrug.

"You watched?" The chef scoffed. "And here I thought you actually knew how to cook it! You're telling me you think you can make it just because you watched me once?" He was quite disappointed; he had actually been somewhat hopeful. After all, this place had been his livelihood for over a decade.

"Don't worry about that either. I first picked up a kitchen knife when I was three." Nodding, Wu Tian walked over to the chef's station. "Bring over a new block of the special frozen tofu. I'll start by shredding it. It's simpler that way."

Simple... The chef fumed internally. Shredding it is the hardest part! Of course, he kept these thoughts to himself and wordlessly handed over the ingredients upon hearing Wu Tian's request.

Wu Tian took the tofu and pulled out a kitchen knife. Taking a deep breath, he began. First, he opened the package of Rushan tofu. He then turned the box over, trimmed off a corner, and gently tapped the bottom with his knife blade. Finally, he squeezed the sides of the container and slowly lifted it away, leaving the block of tofu perfectly intact on the countertop. After these preparations, Wu Tian officially began to cut.

The basic requirement for the dish was to cut a single block of tofu into a thousand uniformly thin shreds, none of which could break. Wu Tian held the knife with a suspended wrist, his first cut coming down with absolute decisiveness. One slice followed another, and thin slivers of tofu rapidly appeared.

"Such practiced skill! Such incredible knife work! What a technique!" The chef's eyes lit up as he uttered three consecutive praises, feeling completely humbled.