Pretending To Be A Boss

Bai Shuang's actions were highly efficient. Having wandered the world for hundreds of years, a thousand-mile journey just took a moment, which made her incredibly effective at sourcing delicious foods from various places.

About an hour passed, and the most fresh, most luxurious ingredients were gathered by Bai Shuang from different corners of the world.

Not just the ingredients, but various utensils as well. Bai Shuang was so professional that she seemed like a gourmet chef, practically bringing an entire kitchen with her.

Such spatial magic abilities filled Tang Xian with envy.

As the sky grew dark, Tang Xian and Ju Mang lit a campfire, waiting for a sumptuous and tasty dinner.

The only thing that puzzled Tang Xian was whether the taste preferences of a deer and those of a human for delicious food were the same?

For instance, cats and dogs favor the taste of fishiness. The tastes of humans are even more varied.

In various food forums, simply by stating that salty tofu brains are the best in the world or that those who dislike cilantro are being pretentious could instantly provoke a battle of words.

Genetic differences or differences in the environment lead to the vastly different taste preferences of people.

This was especially true with cilantro. Genetic research identified a receptor gene known as OR6A2, which about ten percent of the global population carries, leading them to find the taste of cilantro indistinguishable from biting into soap.

In any case, Tang Xian thought that although Bai Shuang used top-quality ingredients, if the food turned out to be inedible, should he pretend to enjoy it to make conversation, or should he act contrary to expectations?

It turned out that Tang Xian was worrying needlessly, as Bai Shuang had only sourced the ingredients and hadn't cooked them herself.

Tang Xian had thought he could be a passive participant, but he ended up taking action himself.

How to cut and pair various ingredients, how to use the different utensils, what to use first and what to use later, how to control the heat, when and how much seasoning to add.

Watching all this, Tang Xian suddenly doubted if Bai Shuang could actually transform into a human.

Because these were things that a deer couldn't possibly learn out of nowhere.

Bai Shuang's instructions were meticulous, as if someone was guiding Tang Xian by hand.

Even the position of his grip on the knife and where his fingers fell were corrected one by one by Bai Shuang.

This kind of correction was like the gesture of a Go player placing a stone, a matter of precision.

At first, Tang Xian was a bit uncomfortable, but he obediently followed along and soon found that there was indeed a method to it.

He blurted out:

"You can indeed transform into a human, Bai. Why don't you meet us in human form?"

Qing JiuYu and Bai Mansheng often liked to appear before other beings in human form. Perhaps Bai Shuang did too?

Bai Shuang ignored Tang Xian's latest attempt at probing and said:

[If you continue to speak nonsense during the cooking, I'll send you away.]

Tang Xian fell silent.

Throughout this process, Bai Shuang was earnestly instructing Tang Xian.

Ju Mang didn't feel much involved in the entire process; she simply felt her stomach growing hungrier.

By the time the shad fish banquet was ready, the night had turned noticeably deeper.

Sensing the rich aroma up his nostrils, Tang Xian also showed a satisfied expression.

Bai Shuang said indifferently:

[To restore seven parts of my skill, for the first attempt, it's not bad.]

It wasn't really meant as praise, but it was praise nonetheless.

Tang Xian served a bowl of fish soup for Ju Mang and another for Bai Shuang. Ju Mang's expression was enough to show that she found the shad fish soup infinitely better than Tang Xian's grilled fish.

Only Bai Shuang had a muted reaction, not even taking a bite, merely sniffing it.

This time, Tang Xian felt it was okay to speak and after some consideration, he said:

"I take back what I said about you being a curly-haired fatty if you could turn into a human. But I'm really curious, Bai, what exactly..."

[What's that to you?] Bai Shuang's tone didn't change in the slightest.

Here we go again.

Tang Xian discovered this was the first time he felt a sense of weariness and helplessness when facing a certain creature.

Whether it was Qing JiuYu, Bai Mansheng, the long-eared ancient apes boasting of wisdom, or the judges of the Court of All Beasts, Tang Xian always felt his demeanor superior to theirs.

But with this particular white deer, Tang Xian felt as though he was an inch lower. The sensation was odd, but not unwelcome. From the first meet, Tang Xian held no animosity towards this deer.

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"If you have more to share about culinary skills in the future, please remember to find me." Tang Xian realized that this was not something to be rushed.

Bai Shuang nodded; cooking was indeed something she enjoyed.

Ju Mang did not understand the conversation between the two, but like Tang Xian, she also perceived the white deer as very chic.

In human history, those who rode green oxen or white deer were mostly immortals.

Such people were carefree and self-reliant, perhaps the nature of their master is one unbound by the rules of heaven and earth, making Bai Shuang the same way—attentive when willing, and when not willing to bother, no argument could sway her.

So Tang Xian's plan was half-foiled. He had thought that the topic of food could open up a channel for conversation, but Bai Shuang's few words had shut down any mood for chatting Tang Xian might have found.

Fortunately, the food was really delicious. This night was also quite fascinating.

But after eating his fill, Tang Xian still hoped for a comfortable place to sleep.

Especially after having just lost a battle, with many matters to attend to, he expected he wouldn't get any answers, so he was unwilling to waste more time with this white deer.