Above the clouds.
Zhang Wei witnessed everything unfolding before him.
"Such speed, not just in movement, but in neural reactions, visual transmission... even the operational techniques are flawless."
Even Zhang Wei's gaze could barely keep up.
Elder Mo said from the side, "This Red Pill is also one of the recluse restaurants. These recluse restaurants are not open to the public and only receive diners who meet the qualifications."
Truly a unique approach.
However, in this world, even ordinary chefs held high status, let alone those at the pinnacle of the culinary arts.
Given the strength displayed by Red Pill, these refugees were nothing.
In just fifteen minutes, each pot had been cooked six times, a total of six thousand pots and sixty thousand servings of stir-fried dishes!
And these dishes were varied. Simple ingredients were combined to produce at least twenty different dishes, served with staple foods prepared by the assistants. Everyone ate to their heart's content, their faces greasy.
The staple food was a flour-based item, made entirely by the assistants.
Using high-temperature iron plates and oil, a liquid flour batter was poured, transforming into a tender pancake in just eighty seconds.
These pancakes were as white as snow, dotted with specks of yellow, soft and springy to the touch, with a milky aroma.
"Pan-fried Milk Cakes!"
Though simple, it was a test of skill.
The difference between a top chef and an ordinary cook was merely a matter of subtle details.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the continent, fifty li from where Zhang Wei had placed his hanging pot, a group of refugees, harassed by food pirates, were heading towards the Meat Mine Caves.
However.
Their direction was wrong.
The old man leading them, wearing a conical hat, looked at the sky and said, "Strange, why is the scenery here different from the map?"
Another person said, "Perhaps the map is too old, and scenery changing year by year is normal."
"No, grass and trees can change, but can mountains and rivers? We must have taken the wrong path."
"Then... what do we do now?"
"Go back the way we came!"
The crowd protested, "That won't do! Elder, our rations are almost gone. If we go back, we won't have enough food. To avoid starving to death on the way, we might even have to abandon some of the women and children..."
The old man with the conical hat seemed to possess great authority. He immediately stated, "There's war everywhere. Within a thousand li, the only place that can provide food for hundreds of thousands of people is the Meat Mine Caves! If we don't turn back... less than one in ten people will survive here!"
"Elder!"
"My decision is made!"
With that, the old man stomped his foot, and the ground cracked. It was clear he was no ordinary old man.
Just then, the old man with the conical hat felt a chill down his spine. A sinister voice said, "That won't do! If you turn back, what will happen to us?"
The old man with the conical hat burst into a wave of qi, looking at the person who had attacked him.
Heizha Zhuoma!
A young man he had always valued highly, but why had he attacked him?
Looking around, everyone's eyes held killing intent.
"You... what are you trying to do?"
Heizha Zhuoma licked the blood off his dagger. "Elder, don't blame us. We just want to live comfortably in this damned world!"
"What do you mean!"
Heizha Zhuoma pointed at a group of people. "A long time ago, people from the Western Continent contacted us. The coast needs a large number of piglets, and each head can fetch 600 belies!"
"Look carefully, there are hundreds of thousands of people here. If we pull off this deal, all of us can live the life where we eat whatever we want!"
Heizha Zhuoma's expression was one of wild exhilaration.
The other high-ranking individuals also had grim expressions, clearly aware of this matter for some time.
Heizha Zhuoma continued, "We are only sixty kilometers from the slave ships on the coast. I can't let you ruin our plan!"
"So... the main party going in the wrong direction was all your doing."
"No!"
Heizha Zhuoma pointed at the surrounding crowd. "It should be said, we arranged it together!"
The old man with the conical hat roared, and steam erupted from his wound, healing rapidly.
However, the steam carried a hint of green, indicating that the dagger was poisoned.
"You old fool, I always knew you were stubborn. Fortunately, I didn't consult you... Hehehe, now, I have no choice but to eliminate you."
"Beast!"
"Enough!"
Heizha Zhuoma shouted, "I just want to eat delicious food, what's wrong with that? I want to tell you, nothing can stop my passion for food. I must..."