"He Mu, from now on, go to the canteen 300+ window for breakfast and lunch, and go to the second floor of the canteen for dinner.

If you don’t go to the cafeteria one day, remember to notify me one day in advance.”

The next morning.

As soon as He Mu woke up, he received news from his teacher Ling Hanxing.

"It turns out there is a window on the second floor of the canteen."

He muttered to himself, and He Mu quickly put on his clothes, washed up and went straight to the cafeteria.

After dinner, I began to practice as usual.

...

That afternoon.

A slightly fat middle-aged man came to a kitchen on the first floor of the canteen.

The kitchen area is only 20 square meters, and as a school kitchen, it can be considered very small.

But in fact, the cost of this kitchen is amazing.

It’s just an ordinary chopping board, and it’s also a sky-high price when put outside.

"I haven't cooked here again for half a year."

Shi Weitian sighed and then cleaned up the chopping board.

After a while, he took out a piece of vacuum-packed meat from the suitcase he brought over.

This meat is only the size of a walnut. If it were just a little bit of ordinary pork, it would probably only be a piece of braised pork.

But Shi Weitian was careful when he took this piece of meat.

Unpacking the package and putting the meat on the chopping board, Shi Weitian took out his God of Food Sword and gently slashed it in the middle of the piece of meat.

This piece of meat is taken from a kind of monster.

And that type of monster has a combat power of more than one thousand.

Although the meat is small, it weighs nearly 100 kilograms.

Meat like this is impossible for a chef to achieve less than a thousand combat power.

Even if you reach one thousand combat power, you must have very clever means to process it to the point where the Red Mist Warrior can eat it with 300 combat powers.

There are no more than five chefs who can do this in this world.

Shi Weitian began to slash this piece of meat continuously, and his power was controlled very accurately.

One thousand combat power represents a hundred tons of power, and there are many machinery in this world that can achieve this power.

But the chef is still irreplaceable.

Because of the ingredients with more than a thousand combat power, the texture of the meat is different.

For example, the meat he is currently processing is the thigh meat of a monster, the giant horned bull.

You must first break the meridians inside it, and then use fifty tons of force to slash against the texture one thousand times, then follow the texture and use eighty tons of force to slash 500 times...

There are many other operations afterwards, and the total processing time takes three hours.

Even if the machine can simulate these three hours of operation, and suddenly a piece of meat will be replaced tomorrow, what can the machine do?

Not to mention changing a monster, even meat in different positions in the same monster's body, the processing method is very different.

If there is a slight mistake, it may damage the nutrition of the meat.

This is the meaning of the existence of a chef.

...

Shi Weitian slashed the piece of meat for an hour, and the meat had changed from the size of a walnut to the size of a palm.

At this time, a voice came from outside the door.

"Uncle Shi, why are you back?"

Shi Weitian did not look back and replied with a smile: "Come back to cook for you."

"But I can cook."

"You can process monster meat with five hundred combat power, but your strength has improved faster now. Monster meat with five hundred combat power is not enough, and now you need one thousand combat power."

"But……"

"It's not just for you, but also for He Mu, a freshman. That kid has only three hundred combat power now, but his combat power is not inferior to you now.

So he also has to eat monster meat of this level."

"Uncle Shi, how long are you going to stay in school this time?"

"I'm not going to leave before the end of the semester."

...

Time flies, and it is evening in a blink of an eye.

He Mu came to the canteen again and then climbed to the second floor of the canteen for the first time.

Unlike the imagined row of windows, the second floor of the canteen is very empty.

There is only a rectangular bone alloy dining table in the corner, which seems to be enough for four people to sit at most.

Seeing that there was no one around, He Mu was a little at a loss.

"You are He Mu, right? Sit!"

A gentle voice came from behind. He Mu looked back and found that Shi Weitian, the director of the chef, was walking up the stairs with a large plate.

The plate contains a slanted triangle, and the meat is cooked very delicately.

There are also several red and green vegetables dotted next to the meat, which looks pleasing to the eye.

This made He Mu a little flattered.

Since he became a Red Mist Warrior, the food he ate was "rough". He basically just had a straightforward piece of meat, and at most he could sprinkle some sauce.

This is the first time he has seen such exquisite work.

As if he saw what He Mu was thinking, Shi Weitian smiled lightly and said, "I am a perfectionist, and I don't allow food to be too ugly."

He Mu can understand his mentality. As a god of food, how can he make the food he cooks the same as an ordinary canteen?

Just as he sat down to try the skills of God of Food, a girl with short white hair walked in with a plate.

The food on her plate was exactly the same as He Mu's.

Judging from the knife edge, it was obvious that a piece of meat was divided into two equally, half was placed on her plate, and one was placed on He Mu's plate.

Carefully placed the plate on the bone alloy table, the white-haired girl sat opposite He Mu, and the two plates were less than ten centimeters apart.

A man and a woman were sitting opposite each other on a long table, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

He Mu reacted first and quickly introduced himself: "I am He Mu, a freshman this year, this year, hello, senior sister!"

"Hello, my name is Mo Chuxin, a sophomore."

The white-haired girl whispered and lowered her head and started eating.

He Mu is the same.

I have to say that the senior sister opposite has bright eyes and delicate facial features, which is very beautiful. She rarely feels a bit cramped in her heart, so she is much more elegant than usual when eating.

Fortunately, the meat on the plate had actually been cut into more than a dozen small pieces, so he did not "tear" like before.

When the first piece of meat was gone, he almost tried his best to chew it open.

Logically speaking, if you use so much power to eat a piece of meat, you should have gritted teeth on the outside, which is quite hideous.

But He Mu forcibly controlled his expression and chewed wildly with a calm look on his face.

This piece of meat doesn't feel anything when chewing it, but after entering the abdomen, it quickly turns into a heat flow and is transmitted to all parts of the body.

Not long after, sweat beads emerged from He Mu's forehead.

Looking at Mo Chuxin in front of him, his cheeks were also flushed.

"This meat is very valuable..."

This sentence came out of He Mu's mind, and then subconsciously looked at Shi Weitian, smiling beside him.

"Teacher Shi, what kind of monster's meat is this?"

"How about the thigh meat of the giant bull in the sky? Does it taste OK?"

“Okay… it’s delicious.”

He Mu reluctantly replied.

To be honest, the taste is indeed very good, but in order to chew the meat, his teeth have started to get sour.

If someone else was watching him, he would have wished he could swallow it directly into his stomach.
To be continued...