1134 The High Priestess Prophecy (1/2)

Jing Yuan had never thought that such delicious food could exist.

This dish was in a league of its own.

The ice cream in her mouth spread throughout her whole body in an instant. The smooth taste, the rich fragrance of the milk, and the unique flavor made her completely stunned.

”How is it possible for something to taste this good?!”

She held the blue-and-white porcelain bowl and brought another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

After having a taste of Bu Fang's dish, she now understood why Chi Si would say that her dish seemed to have nothing special...

Indeed, it turned out that her dish was lackluster compared to this dish. Her dish had no amazing taste nor an impressive feeling.

Still... she worked hard. She had used up all her energy to cook it, and she did the best she could.

Yet… it still ended like this.

She lost.

At her level, she was less qualified than Bu Fang to cook for the imperial feast.

Holding the porcelain bowl, she scooped up another spoonful of the ice cream.

The melting ice cream made Jing Yuan's eyes water.

Even if Bu Fang had just left the ice cream as is, not having sculpted it in any way, Jing Yuan could still taste the wonders in it.

Moreover, it allowed her to know the gap between her and Bu Fang.

When Chi Si saw Jing Yuan crying, she felt a little nervous.

Lin Damei and Hei Mu also stood up involuntarily with a concerned look on their faces.

On one side was the best chef of Goddess City, and on the other was Bu Fang, who could create that delicious ice cream.

Jing Yuan cried, and they didn't know what to say.

Bu Fang looked at Jing Yuan. ”Was it delicious?”

Jing Yuan, with reddened eyes and nose, gave a gentle nod. It would have been against her values to say that it wasn't delicious, but just couldn't say it.

The ice cream was truly beyond her imagination, and it even reminded her of the simplicity and beauty of cooking when she had just started to learn how to cook.

”Then stop crying. Continue eating, and be happy.”

Jing Yuan took a deep breath and looked at Bu Fang. ”You said that my Heart of Cooking Path is unsteady. Can you tell me how I can find my way?”

Everyone was stunned. Chef Jing Yuan's failure left a bad taste in their mouths.

”The Heart of Cooking Path is your understanding of the way of cooking. There are thousands of paths. You need to find your own path. Your previous cooking has been stagnating because you have not found your own way. Your goal was only to become the imperial feast chef, but once you no longer had this goal, you became confused. You were aimlessly cooking dishes with little essence and dedication,” Bu Fang explained.

Chi Si looked at Bu Fang and fell into deep thought.

Lin Damei was confused.

Many of the people around did not understand.

Of course, it didn't matter whether they understood it or not. What truly mattered was if Jing Yuan could understand.

Jing Yuan's eyes were lost for a while. Then, slowly and steadily, she seemed to be enlightened.

Looking at her appearance, Bu Fang couldn't help but reveal a slight smile. ”Tell me, what do you think your path is?”

Jing Yuan remained quiet. She looked around and looked down at the ice cream in the blue-and-white porcelain bowl.

After one bite, a warm feeling emerged from the bottom of her heart, which gradually made her eyes firm.

Holding the blue-and-white porcelain bowl tightly, she took a deep breath and looked at Bu Fang. ”I want to learn how to make ice cream...”

Jing Yuan's voice sounded sincere, but she seemed afraid that Bu Fang would be offended. Hence, she was rather anxious.

It seems that her answer didn't really surprise Bu Fang. After tasting the deliciousness of that ice cream, any cook would want to learn how to make it.

Jing Yuan also understood that if Bu Fang left Goddess City, this delicacy would accordingly disappear.

The disappearance of ice cream would be a disaster for Goddess City.

Just from a bite of that ice cream, Jing Yuan had fallen deeply in love with it. She felt she had to learn how to make ice cream no matter the cost.

The corners of Bu Fang's mouth slightly curled upward as he looked at Jing Yuan. ”If you want to learn, you can... be my apprentice.”

Jing Yuan was stunned.

Everyone around was stunned as well.

Bu Fang didn't refuse?

Chi Si's brows furrowed. She looked at Bu Fang, seemingly discontent.

Jing Yuan is the head chef of Spring Wind Pavilion. How could she just go and be some man's apprentice?

Such a thing…

”I accept!” Jing Yuan's voice resolutely resounded.

Chi Si's eyes widened as she turned to look at Jing Yuan incredulously.

How could it be possible that Jing Yuan would agree to such a request?!

”I promise to be your apprentice. I want to learn how to make ice cream!” Jing Yuan said earnestly.

After Jing Yuan finished saying those words, she felt relieved.

A heartbeat seemed to have resounded. It was a sound that seemed to have come from ancient times.

The Heart of Cooking Path... had condensed!

At this moment, Jing Yuan's spirit had changed dramatically. It seemed as though she had become an Immortal Chef.

”Well, in that case, you can follow me and study under me. But for now, the imperial feast takes priority,” Bu Fang said.

There was no doubt that Bu Fang had won the competition and won the imperial feast cooking qualification.

Although Jing Yuan lost, she would still be Bu Fang's assistant for the imperial feast.

Everyone looked at Bu Fang with a complicated look in their eyes.

Of course, they were mainly curious about the taste of ice cream. Unfortunately, as spectators, they had no chance to taste the delicacy that moved all three generals.

Bu Fang put away his stove and tidied up all the kitchen utensils. He then looked at Jing Yuan and said, ”Now, take me into the kitchen for the imperial feast.”