Yangqi Stone, Yin Yang Seed, Bajitian...
Bai Yuan added the medicinal herbs to the stewing broth one by one, their fragrance filling the entire kitchen.
"You call this cooking?"
Liu Qingshan stared at Bai Yuan, a strange look on his face.
Bai Yuan had abruptly asked him to buy a pile of herbs, and this was the forty-seventh one he had added to the pot.
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was brewing medicine.
The rest of the kitchen staff also watched Bai Yuan with curiosity.
An old, experienced chef gradually began to see the method in the madness. He suddenly recalled a rumor he'd heard while apprenticing in Huanglong Prefecture.
"Could he be a Divine Chef?"
He couldn't help but find the idea absurd.
A Divine Chef was unheard of even in Huanglong Prefecture, let alone in a small place like Qinghe County.
