Kitchen.
"Are you overly proud of your knife skills?"
The old man asked sternly, pointing to the steaming pot on the table.
Inside the pot was a deep blue clear broth, mainly made from "Garlic Chicken" and "Blue Star Algae." The color of the soup was strange, but it highlighted the unusual nature of the ingredients.
What do you mean?
Xia Yu frowned.
He had spent nearly an hour just making the ramen broth, turned around planning to knead the buckwheat noodles, only to be forcibly stopped by the old man, leading to an argument.
"If your research on the 'Demon King Ramen' recipe is only at this level, then I'm very disappointed!" The old man crossed his arms and criticized mercilessly, "I don't even need to taste the finished product to judge your work as—unqualified!"
Xia Yu's temples throbbed.
"You haven't even tasted it and dare to call it unqualified?!" Xia Yu was very displeased.
