Chapter 4833: Follow me “That sounds like a plan,” Feng Jiu said, nodding. She accompanied Song Mi’er to various shops, helping her search for the perfect knife. Along the way, Mi’er regaled Feng Jiu with tales of her family, providing Feng Jiu with a general understanding of the unique culinary lineage. However, despite their efforts, Feng Jiu still couldn’t find a kitchen knife that truly suited her specific needs. As evening fell, the two women entered a bustling restaurant. Song Mi’er, with her innate talent and resourcefulness, managed to borrow the kitchen and personally prepared a magnificent feast for Feng Jiu. Gazing at the table laden with an array of visually appealing and aromatic dishes, Feng Jiu’s eyebrows rose in pleasant surprise. “Everything looks absolutely delicious,” she remarked. “Sister Feng, please try some,” Song Mi’er urged, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “I can cook many more dishes, but I don’t have all the ingredients here, so this will have to do.” She served Feng Jiu a portion, watching her intently, eager for her reaction. Feng Jiu picked up her chopsticks and selected a piece of golden-brown meat from a bowl. The first bite revealed a delightful contrast: crispy on the outside, incredibly tender and juicy within, leaving a rich, lingering aftertaste. More remarkably, a surge of spiritual energy accompanied the swallowed meat, spreading through her body and leaving her feeling refreshed and invigorated. She couldn’t help but nod approvingly. “It’s very fragrant. What kind of meat is this? How did you make it so delicious?” “Hehe, there happened to be a black spirit pig that had just been slaughtered in the kitchen,” Mi’er explained, a proud smile on her face. “I took the most tender and delicious piece and made this dish for Sister Feng. This cut of meat is also excellent for stir-frying, but unfortunately, there was only one spirit pig, so there was only enough for this single dish.” Hearing this, Feng Jiu gave her a sincere thumbs-up. “Your cooking truly is exceptional. I once had a cook who was also excellent, but you are even better than her. You are truly amazing.” Praised by Feng Jiu, Mi’er beamed with happiness. She eagerly served Feng Jiu another dish, saying, “Sister Feng, try this. This is…” For the remainder of the meal, Mi’er diligently served Feng Jiu, enthusiastically describing the preparation of each dish. Feng Jiu, for her part, simply nodded almost continuously, focused entirely on savoring the food in her bowl. Only when most of the dishes on the table had disappeared into her stomach did she finally set down her chopsticks. She exhaled softly, a look of profound satisfaction on her face. “I’m so full. I haven’t eaten this much in a long time. Every dish was so delicious that I simply couldn’t stop.” “Everyone in my family is a good cook. My cooking isn’t even that good!” Mi’er said with a humble smile, watching Feng Jiu eat with evident satisfaction. As the chef, she was genuinely pleased to see her guest enjoy the meal so thoroughly. “You’ve been busy serving me; you haven’t eaten much yourself,” Feng Jiu observed as she stood up, beginning to walk around the table to aid her digestion. “Sister Feng, haven’t you heard the saying, ‘Even three years of famine won’t starve the cook’?” Mi’er winked playfully, a coquettish tone in her voice. “People who cook are often full before the food is even served. Think about it: they taste this dish and that dish, and by the time they’re done cooking, how could they still be hungry?” Hearing this, Feng Jiu couldn’t help but laugh softly, her eyes filled with amusement. “Mi’er, you mentioned you came out on your own to gain experience and explore the world. How about you follow me?” “Follow you?” Mi’er looked at Feng Jiu with surprise. “Sister Feng, I’m going out to gain experience. I can’t just follow you home.” While she genuinely liked the beautiful Feng Jiu, her personal quest to find unique ingredients and create new, delicious dishes was paramount.