The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl

Chapter 1196 - 1190: The Big Face-Slapping Feast (Part 2)

As soon as the food box was opened, a wave of fragrance drifted out.

The First and Second Stars Spirit Food in the Dining Hall instantly lost all their luster.

"Smells amazing."

The supervisors at the table, including Mu Chen, as well as a few supervisors at nearby tables, all turned toward the food box, drawn by the scent.

"That elder at the School Clinic, is that Master Mo?"

Nolan Zhuyun’s attention wasn’t on the food box at all; she hurriedly pressed on with her question.

"There’s just the three of them in there. What elder or not elder, that Master Mo is just an old con artist. When did you ever deal with her? Don’t tell me you’ve already been conned."

Mu Chen said dismissively. He’d dealt with Master Mo countless times and knew better than anyone that old hag’s greatest skill was talking people into things.

Old con artist?

Nolan Zhuyun froze again. So the one who stopped them that day was Master Mo?

But the other party’s strength was clearly very formidable.

Why would Brother Mu say that?

"What the hell is this?"

By this time, Xin Lin had already taken out a large platter. On the platter lay the new dish she planned to have Mu Chen and Nolan Zhuyun taste today.

The moment he caught that aroma earlier, Mu Chen’s fingers had started to itch and his appetite flared; he’d been all set to tuck in.

Who knew that the moment he saw what was actually on the platter, his movements abruptly halted. His eyes went wide as he pointed at the plate.

"Pa Xie Tempura, Three-star Spirit Cuisine."

Xin Lin smiled.

She then took out several small saucers from the food box.

The little saucers held some pickled chopped chili, some finely sliced water scallions, fragrant minced garlic, a well-balanced mix of soy and vinegar, and a bit of ground Sichuan pepper.

Xin Lin came from the modern world. Compared to Longteng, even compared to Spiritual Delicacy Masters, she knew far more about spices and seasonings.

Her Spirit Food always won everyone’s unanimous praise precisely because she knew how to incorporate certain modern spices—things no one in Longteng had ever used—into Spirit Food.

This Pa Xie Tempura in front of them was something Xin Lin had developed by adapting and improving on the modern concept of tempura.

Those Black Scorpions that had looked so fierce earlier, still waving their poisonous tails, had long since been chopped into pieces by Xin Lin.

Xin Lin had removed their tails, coated them in a mixture of flour and egg, then used rapeseed oil to fry them until they were a golden, crispy brown.

To be fair, just from the appearance alone, they really did look pretty appetizing.

Mu Chen was half doubtful, half convinced, but the smell was so good he couldn’t help swallowing several times.

It was Three-star Spirit Cuisine—missing out would be a crime.

Mu Chen was just about to dig in when Nolan Zhuyun suddenly shot to her feet beside him.

She moved so abruptly that her chair was knocked over.

There was a loud bang.

In the still relatively quiet Dushi Dining Hall, the sound was particularly jarring.

"Zhuyun, what are you doing?"

Mu Chen glanced at Nolan Zhuyun, puzzled.

"Those scorpions!"

Nolan Zhuyun’s face changed drastically, going pale as she pointed at the Pa Xie Tempura on the big platter.

"What’s wrong, Supervisor Nolan doesn’t like these scorpions? I thought that at Flying Scorpion Women’s College, scorpions shouldn’t be anything to dislike."

Xin Lin said with a squinty-eyed smile.

Of course Nolan Zhuyun couldn’t possibly hate scorpions.

In fact, quite a number of students at Flying Scorpion Women’s College, as well as most of the supervisors, had Martial Souls related to scorpions.

Most students, because their cultivation wasn’t high enough, would raise some scorpions.

Scorpions could help them with Cultivation; some of the female students would even cultivate Cultivation Techniques and Spirit Arts related to scorpions.

The scorpions on Xin Lin’s platter were a species most commonly bred at Flying Scorpion Women’s College, called Black Mist Scorpion. The several on the plate had all been raised for some time by a few students, and were about third-level Grade—by no means low.