The dining hall.
A gaunt old man glared at Ning Zhuo: "Is it you, the pockmarked-face brat, asking me to cook on the spot?"
Ning Zhuo hurriedly cupped his hands: "Thank you, senior, for your help."
"Hmph." The old man glanced at Ning Zhuo with a proud demeanor.
He was the head chef of Cangyang Villa, though trapped in the Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation for life, his skills as a Spirit Chef were unparalleled.
Ning Zhuo sat in front of the old man.
Many male concubines in the dining hall cast curious, envious, cautious, and jealous glances toward Ning Zhuo.
The Spirit Chef brought out a large bronze cauldron, pouring a great quantity of Nether River water inside.
He beckoned with his hands, activating the Netherworld Ghost Fire, to burn the bronze cauldron.
The cauldron shuddered, and the river water inside quickly boiled, as the steam rose, accompanied by faint sounds of ghost weeping and snake hissing, eerily chilling.
