Chapter 57: Chapter 55: Even Big Shots Can Suck Up
Xianyun vividly remembered the embroidered shoes and the silk coat.
These two items were Ghost Artifacts, very special Ghost Artifacts, and they would appear as the final items in the auction house.
"Mo, I heard that although those two Ghost Artifacts are special, they don’t seem to possess any abilities," Xianyun whispered to Mo Lin.
"I know." Mo Lin needed those two Ghost Artifacts not as weapons, but to return them to the Ghost he had an agreement with.
Since Mo Lin understood, Xianyun said no more.
"Mo, what brings you here?" Wang Bing asked Mo Lin curiously from the side.
"I heard there’s a national banquet chef here?" Mo Lin replied calmly.
"Yes..."
"I came to try the national banquet chef’s skills, that’s why I’m here."
"Oh, I see."
Wang Bing chimed in, "Please wait a moment, I’ll arrange for the national banquet chef to cook for you."
Lin Xi, overhearing this, was somewhat surprised.
Having the national banquet chef cook just for Mo Lin was quite extravagant.
After all, Mo Lin wasn’t the only person here today.
There were other guests on the second floor as well.
That Wang Bing would have the national banquet chef serve only Mo Lin was telling.
It was special treatment for Mo Lin.
A recognition of Mo Lin’s status.
Not everyone could receive such treatment.
Lin Xi was well aware that her presence on the second floor was entirely thanks to Mo Lin.
"Isn’t it inappropriate for the national banquet chef to serve only me? What if the people around have objections?" Mo Lin said slowly.
"Who would dare object?" Wang Bing glanced around.
Those who met Wang Bing’s gaze quickly looked away.
"Don’t worry, the national banquet chef serving only you is my arrangement, no one will object," Wang Bing said confidently.
If anyone were dissatisfied, they would be going against Wang Bing.
At least today, there wouldn’t be any troublemakers.
With that, Mo Lin said no more.
Soon, the first dish was ready and served on the table.
"Mo, this is salted duck, have a taste," Wang Bing said, pointing to the salted duck on the table.
"Alright."
Mo Lin tasted it; the flavor was indeed delightful. At the same time, he invited Lin Xi to eat, "Don’t just stand there, eat up."
"Alright."
Lin Xi nodded, tasted the salted duck, and wore a blissful expression.
Meanwhile, she snapped a photo and posted it in the Ghost-Controlling Society chat group.
Lin Xi: "Picture, salted duck made by the national banquet chef, tastes really great."
Feng Mingyu: "?"
Yun Lin: "?"
Zhao Fei: "National banquet chef?"
Feng Mingyu: "What’s going on? How did you get to eat food made by a national banquet chef?"
Lin Xi: "I’m on the second floor, the national banquet chef is cooking personally, the salted duck is good, but I don’t know the name of the dish I’m eating now, the taste is so-so."
Yun Lin: "(ΩДΩ)"
Feng Mingyu: "How did you get to the second floor?"
Zhao Fei: "Yeah, you shouldn’t qualify for the second floor."
Lin Xi: "Anyway, we made it to the second floor and we’re eating dishes made by the national banquet chef."
Lin Xi bragged a lot in the group.
She was in a very good mood.
More dishes crafted by the national banquet chef were gradually brought to the table.
Lin Xi recorded a video and sent it to the Ghost-Controlling Master chat group.
Lin Xi: "Video, a little taste of the national banquet chef’s skills."
Feng Mingyu: "I admit, I’m jealous."
Yun Lin: "I’m envious too."
Feng Mingyu: "If I’d known going to the second floor was possible, I’d have joined for a meal, what a pity."
Zhao Fei: "I’m envious too... I want to taste the national banquet chef’s skills."
Lin Xi: "Don’t be too envious, sis is just a legend."
Lin Xi flaunted it once more in the group.
Feeling a bit of smug delight inside.
While eating, Lin Xi would occasionally steal glances at Mo Lin.
She was very curious about this man’s identity and why his connections were so extensive.
He even knew Xianyun and Wang Bing.
Both were significant figures in Yun Chuan.
Mo Lin tasted his food leisurely, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Truth be told, the national banquet chef’s skills were indeed remarkable.
"What’s going on? The national banquet chef serving only one Ghost-Controlling Master? What’s the deal?"
An exclamatory voice of reprimand erupted.
Following the direction of the sound, a middle-aged man was seen scolding in discontent.
"Master Zhuang, it was arranged by Wang Bing, Young Master Wang," a waiter respectfully answered the middle-aged man.
"I came here specifically to taste the national banquet chef’s cooking, but the chef only serves one person?
I must see who’s so privileged to have the national banquet chef serve only them."
The middle-aged man’s voice was loud; it could be heard even from ten meters away.
Wang Bing frowned slightly; he hadn’t expected this guy to turn up.
Lin Xi cautiously peeked towards the origin of the voice, seeing a middle-aged man walking over with anger written all over his face.
She thought this boded ill.
"Master Zhuang, I arranged for the national banquet chef to service my friend," Wang Bing stood up and said slowly to the middle-aged man.
"Oh... your friend is quite a big shot?"
"Give me face?" Wang Bing said calmly.
"Give my ass face, I came here to eat food made by the national banquet chef," the middle-aged man snapped, unwilling to give Wang Bing face.
Wang Bing’s expression turned cold.
Although this person had substantial status in Yun Chuan, Wang Bing wasn’t afraid.
Worst case, it was a face-off.
"Sorry, today the national banquet chef can only serve my friend. If you’re looking for trouble, I’m always ready," Wang Bing said firmly to the middle-aged man.
"Move aside... let me see who your friend is... who gets such face."
The middle-aged man turned to Mo Lin.
When he saw Mo Lin, the anger on his face vanished, replaced by a smile.
"Mo, what a coincidence you’re here," Zhuang Ruo greeted Mo Lin with a smile.
"What a coincidence indeed."
"Uh... eating...," Mo Lin began to say, but Zhuang Ruo cut him off.
"Please, go ahead... with your prestigious status, the national banquet chef should serve only you," Zhuang Ruo continued.
Next to them, Wang Bing couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
Could he have some decency?
At his age, to be so shameless?
Zhuang Ruo would actually flatter someone, Wang Bing was surprised.
Just moments ago, Zhuang Ruo was all grumpy, now he was all smiles, completely different from before.
"Mo, what I said earlier wasn’t directed at you, please don’t take it to heart," Zhuang Ruo said again to Mo Lin.
He thought it was just some regular Ghost-Controlling Master dining here.
Who’d have thought it was Mo Lin dining?
Who is Mo Lin?
The terrifying force who killed Li San the other day.
Moreover, in a way, Mo Lin had saved Zhuang Ruo’s life.
Zhuang Ruo wouldn’t be foolish enough to trouble Mo Lin.
"Wang Bing, so Mo is your friend, why didn’t you say so earlier?" Zhuang Ruo’s attitude toward Wang Bing improved considerably.
"You didn’t give me the chance to speak, did you?" Wang Bing replied.
Zhuang Ruo nodded awkwardly, "My mistake, my mistake."