God of Fishing
chapter-815

Chapter 815: Sit Down and Have Tea

Nobody would believe it if he said it, but for the first time in his life, Han Fei found it extremely difficult to cook.

The oil was already boiling in the giant pot. Han Fei covered the carp with flour and shook off the redundant flour. Then, he put the carp into the oil, planning to heat it and make its skin crisp.

However, after being boiled for a long time, the skin and meat of the carp were still fresh even though the flour was already burnt. The meat didn’t seem edible at all!

Han Fei scratched his head. That was too outrageous! The best chef of the Thug Academy couldn’t even make fish? Are you kidding?

Immediately, Han Fei made up his mind. I won’t use oil anymore. I’ll just use spiritual energy!

This time, Han Fei used the heaven-level, high-quality Spirit Flame Variation. When the spiritual flames popped up, the meat was instantly cooked.

With a thought, Han Fei pushed the boiling oil out of the pot and enshrouded the carp, so that the meat was fried in midair.

A moment later, the fragrance of meat was already coming out of the pot. He then put sauce into the pot and mixed the sauce with the meat. Instantly, even the middle-aged who had been cool the whole time dropped his brush and watched Han Fei make food.

After the meal was finally made, Han Fei took a deep breath and said, “Well, how about we have the flood dragon for the next meal? It’s not easy to make.”

The middle-aged man slightly nodded and finally dropped the pen in his hand. He waved his hand, and a long desk flew to the river.

The middle-aged man glanced at the fish that Han Fei made. He sniffed at it first and then slightly nodded. “Sit down and have food.”

Han Fei felt like ten thousand Tsunami Jellyfish were roaring in his heart, as the guy seemed to be expecting him to make another meal.

However, Han Fei never had such great food before, and he was quite tempted too.

Before he had the food, he glanced at the middle-aged, who looked like a handsome and gentle scholar and wore a vague smile all the time.

The man picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. Strange brilliance flashed in his eyes, but his expression didn’t really change.

As if knowing that Han Fei was staring at him, the man raised his head and looked at Han Fei. “Focus on your food.”

Han Fei hummed and also picked up a piece of meat. Instantly, a tasteful fragrance spread out in his mouth. The meat of the fish was so fresh as if it were newly-made tofu.

Naturally, the fancy product couldn’t be ineffective. Han Fei’s head became a lot clearer after he had the first mouthful of meat.

One pick.

Two picks.

…

After having about half a kilogram of meat, Han Fei seemed to be frozen. He laid one hand on the desk and raised his chopsticks with the other, but his eyes were fixed.

The middle-aged man glanced at Han Fei and continued having the food without talking.

There was no telling how long it had been.

Han Fei thought of a lot of things. He remembered the first time he learned to use chopsticks, the first time he was hit, the first time he went fishing, and the first time he used a knife… Many pictures flashed in his head.

When every picture popped up, Han Fei realized a lot of problems in it.

So, that was how he should’ve exerted strength on the rods.

So, that was how he should’ve waved his knife to make it most powerful.

So, that was how he should’ve used the Spirit Concentration Art.

So, that was another way to draw an array.

By the time Han Fei opened his eyes, he found nothing on the table, and he was still holding his chopsticks.

He subconsciously looked back, only to find that the middle-aged man was already practicing calligraphy.

He asked, “Have you finished your meal?”

The middle-aged man replied without raising his head, “I finished it yesterday.”

Han Fei: “???”

Han Fei gasped hard. “Yesterday?”

The middle-aged said softly, “It will be dinner time in another six hours. Do your work for a while and then make food!”

“Huh?”

Han Fei was stunned. It was dinner time again?

Han Fei asked timidly, “What’s the schedule for our dinner?”

The middle-aged man replied casually, “Every 24 hours.”

Han Fei was dumbfounded. Had he been having dinner for eighteen hours?

He gasped hard and then resumed his construction work on the site.

He was building a bungalow in a traditional style. He had also added fences among the pillars so that the pillars wouldn’t seem too noticeable…

Four hours later, when Han Fei just opened the window, the middle-aged man said in a gentle voice, “It’s almost dinner time. Time to cook.”

Han Fei: “???”

A moment later, Han Fei found the cause of the Mystifying Dragon’s death. There was a hole in its head. Someone seemed to have poked their finger in it and killed it.

Han Fei took a deep breath. How was he going to cook this thing? He didn’t have any experience!

Han Fei glanced at the middle-aged man, who said casually, “Cut off the horns, extract the veins and bones, remove the liver and gallbladder, and throw away the head. Cook the rest of the stuff as you see fit!”

Han Fei was intrigued. The way I see it? This thing is full of treasures. I’ll take them all if you don’t want them.

The job was rather hard for Han Fei even with the Cosmic Sword, mainly because it hadn’t acknowledged him as a master yet, and extracting the veins and bones was too troublesome.

It took Han Fei more than an hour to finish the preparation work. He attempted to cut off the horns, but he failed to do so after a long time.

“Never mind. The dragon head won’t be needed anyway. I’m just going to put it in Forge the Universe. As for the dragon meat…”

Han Fei thought for a moment. “Since I don’t have any experience cooking it, I’m going to make a few simple dishes with the dragon meat first. Well, three are probably good enough.”

A moment later, the middle-aged man saw spiritual flames rising to the sky next to the river as the dragon meat was being roasted.

Fortunately, nobody was there to see that, or Han Fei had no doubt that he would be beaten to death.

It was a dragon! Although not a real one, it carried dragon blood! Han Fei felt quite reluctant to have made so much food with the meat.

But on second thought, Han Fei was quite happy too, as he had enough materials to practice the Divine Manipulation Technique.

He could also upgrade his fishing pole, as this bone was much better than the Blue Sea Wandering Dragon’s bone. It was really good stuff.

Two hours past the dinnertime.

The two of them sat at the table next to the river. The middle-aged man picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth.

Then, he tried each of the dishes one by one.

Han Fei was also holding a piece of meat as he stared at the middle-aged man. After a long time, the middle-aged man replied casually, “Not bad, but it tastes slightly greasy.”

The middle-aged man was talking about the braised dragon meat.

Han Fei was slightly confused. He put a piece of braised meat into his mouth, only to feel that energy was surging into his body and making his blood boil.

Holding back the shock, Han Fei put as much meat into his mouth as possible. Greasy? The meat was too delicious! He would have all of it if the man didn’t want any!

Unfortunately, Han Fei’s skin had turned red after he only had two kilograms. When he opened his mouth, he accidentally spewed out fire.

The middle-aged man looked at Han Fei in disdain. “Turn your head around first if you want to breathe hard during dinner.”

Han Fei’s eyes had turned bloodshot. Breathe hard? I’m dying of heat!

Immediately, he left his seat and ran to the river. With a thought, he poured the water on his head.

“No! I have to practice the 108 Desolate God Body in the river!”

Clash!

Han Fei jumped into the river and made all kinds of weird postures. The middle-aged man looked at Han Fei in the water now and then while holding a slice of meat.

After Han Fei finished the 108 postures, the middle-aged man slightly narrowed his eyes.

When he narrowed his eyes, Han Fei didn’t notice that he was also counting his fingers as if he were calculating something.

This time, Han Fei didn’t sit for a whole day. Although the dragon meat was powerful, the Desolate God Body was quite powerful too. He was able to soothe his boiling blood in only four hours.

At this moment, the middle-aged man said casually, “It’s time to go to bed.”

Han Fei was lost for words*. I haven’t even made my bed yet. Where can I go?*

He mumbled, “I might as well get some sleep, anything can be a bed.”

Then, he ran to his incomplete house and looked at the planks all over the floor. He then took out a shell that was more than six meters long from his Sea Swallowing Seashell. He dried the clam and then lay inside the shell, starting to sleep.

Han Fei couldn’t remember when the last time he had any good sleep.

Cultivators didn’t have to sleep, but eating and sleeping were treasures of life. Ordinary people could enjoy them easily, but cultivators couldn’t.

Han Fei slept tightly until he heard drizzles outside.

Han Fei: “???”

He opened his eyes in shock. This was an independent space that didn’t even have a sky. Where was the rain from?

He rose and walked out of the house. Then, he did see a drizzle going on.

After that, he saw the middle-aged seated in front of a rock with a teacup. Steam was popping up from the teacup, and there was no rain within ten meters.

On the rock was a teapot and another teacup. Han Fei was quite surprised. Was the teacup left for him?

As he expected, the middle-aged said casually without looking back, “Sit down and have some tea.”