The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 827 - 825: An Unexpected Helper
It’s them.
Xin Lin recognized the newcomers, they were the grandfather-grandson duo she met earlier on Zixiao Street.
"Grandfather, is this the De Yue Building you mentioned? It doesn’t seem that impressive to me."
The office of the Spiritual Cuisine Master Association is located within De Yue Building.
Young Mu Jin entered the door, glanced around, pursed her lips, with a hint of disdain.
"Mu Jin, don’t speak irresponsibly. Chen Nian, Yang Su, long time no see."
The elder smiled kindly.
"Third Prince, this is the president of the Longteng Spirit Food Association, President Mu. He is also a Five-star Spiritual Cuisine Master."
Master Chen said respectfully.
"So it’s the President, much respected."
Long Qingchen, upon hearing this, quickly changed his demeanor to one of great respect.
A Master-level Spiritual Delicacy Master is not an ordinary person.
It should be known, throughout Longteng Country, the only Five-star Chef is this very person before you.
Mu Cang, the foremost Spirit Chef of Zixiao.
Although Xin Lin knew the elder’s status was extraordinary, she hadn’t expected him to be the president of the Spirit Food Association.
"President Mu, have you come for this banquet?"
Long Qingchen asked joyfully.
In Longteng’s spirit culinary world, President Mu is a veritable Taishan Beidou.
He hadn’t appeared in any public occasion for years.
The last time he made an appearance was during the late Emperor’s birthday thirty years ago.
If he agrees to preside over this banquet, it would be flawless, leaving no space for Xin Lin.
The Dragon Ascending Royal Family would also gain considerable prestige.
"Not quite, I’ve come mainly to observe, and also preside over this culinary assessment. If I recall correctly, Chen Nian and Ji Lan contacted me earlier, wishing to host a culinary assessment during this banquet to cultivate some new talents for Longteng Country’s spirit culinary world."
Mu Cang stroked his beard.
Unfortunately, although he is here, Ji Lan is not.
Chen Nian nodded, he indeed had written to Mu Cang, but since there was no reply, he assumed the old president was indifferent to this assessment.
After all, President Mu hadn’t been seen for years.
Everyone thought he was long gone.
"President Mu, can I participate in the assessment?"
Xin Lin perked up as she listened.
They all said she wasn’t qualified to become a Three-star Spirit Chef, but she was determined to prove her eligibility.
"Xin, no need to rush. Earlier, I heard you discussing some opinions about hosting this Spiritual Cuisine Banquet?"
Mu Cang looked around.
"Yang Su is a Four-star Spirit Chef, and his buns are acclaimed by the city residents. This prince would like to recommend him to replace Xin Lin in hosting the pastries and cold dishes for the banquet. For the honor of Longteng, I’m sure President Mu would agree, wouldn’t you?"
Long Qingchen responded.
"Heh, Prince, speaking of Longteng’s honor, perhaps you have forgotten one thing. Xin is a native citizen of Longteng Country, while Yang Su, despite operating in Purple Cloud City, still hails from the Ancient Yue Kingdom. Aren’t you worried that outsiders would say that we, in Longteng, have no one capable, to the extent that even the Emperor’s banquet requires external aid?"
Mu Cang chuckled.
Long Qingchen, caught off guard by the question, hadn’t considered this.
Indeed, although both belong to the spirit culinary world, every country’s Spirit Food Association is in constant competition, both overtly and covertly. National banquets are a source of national pride and a stage for fame for a nation’s Spirit Food Masters.
