The personal recipes of the Food Demon King were, of course, not simple.
Moreover, unlike Grandpa Xia Qing's handwritten notes, when Xia Yu flipped through the Demon King's recipe notebook, he immediately felt the pressure akin to facing the abyss and being stared down by it.
Vast!
Mysterious!
These were Xia Yu's first impressions of Xianzuowen's cookbook.
"At least, it's a recipe of the Kirin level's golden tier!" he concluded in his heart, even feeling a forbidden word about to leap from his thoughts, bringing with it a nervousness he hadn't experienced in a long time.
Clutching the notebook, his palms began to sweat.
"Then I won't give you a demonstration!"
After saying this, Xianzuowen walked to the outer chamber of the large kitchen, seated himself on the tatami, and a maid brought him hot tea, which he silently poured for himself and drank.
Xia Yu gathered his scattered thoughts and bowed his head to flip through the notebook again.
