Chapter 875: Stir Fried Pork With Chili Peppers

The wolf demon, who had been closely monitoring the situation, wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. Normally, they had no idea what it was like to run a food stall! In his heart, he couldn’t help but admire the cleverness of the bear demon. What a crafty little devil.

Immediately, another order was issued. Upon receiving the command, everyone hurriedly prepared ingredients, clearly not wanting to follow in the bear demon’s footsteps.

“Oh, and there’s also wine! That demon wants wine too!” The wolf demon was stumped by the next challenge. In a city full of monsters, where on earth would they find wine?

After pacing back and forth for a long time, he finally thought of something. He went deep into the main hall, where a surge of dark energy erupted, accompanied by a rumbling sound. A sacrificial altar slowly rose from the ground. The wolf demon quickly stepped onto the altar and placed his hand on a stone carving beside it.

A black light spread, and the wolf demon found himself in an underground cavern. Inside the cavern, a mass of black mist sat cross-legged. At that moment, the wolf demon got into a heated argument with the black mist. Frustrated, he kicked the black mist and snatched a wine jug from its grasp.

“You old fool! You’re useless at your age! The entire demon city has been supporting you, and now you’re being stingy over a jug of medicinal wine from a human? Hand it over!” The wolf demon grabbed the wine jug and let out a sigh of relief.

The old thing had claimed that this wine was taken from some powerful human and was extremely valuable, but the wolf demon couldn’t care less. For him, doing whatever it took to appease that demon was the most important thing right now.

Returning to the main hall, the wolf demon jogged over and handed the wine jug to one of his subordinates. The subordinate passed it to the next person, who then passed it to another, and so on. After being relayed through many monsters and with Yi Feng’s impatient urging, the jug of wine finally made it to his table.

“The wine is good!” Yi Feng remarked. “But this bear paw…” He looked at the blackened bear paw with no appetite whatsoever. “Boss, your cooking skills are terrible! Look at how you’ve prepared this bear paw. Are you even a real street vendor?” Yi Feng couldn’t help but complain.

The comment about being a “fake vendor” nearly gave the bear demon and the wolf demon behind him a heart attack. Fortunately, Yi Feng only vented his frustration and didn’t press the matter further, allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, this incident served as a wake-up call for the wolf demon and his crew. It seemed that not only did they need to prepare high-quality ingredients, but they also had to figure out how to cook them in a way that would satisfy the demon. Another order was issued, prompting all the monsters in the city to start researching how to cook.

The wolf demon wasn’t idle either. He even expended his own cultivation energy and enlisted the help of other monsters to set up a time-accelerating formation in the main hall. Inside the formation, one month would pass while only a single day elapsed outside, giving them plenty of time to prepare.

Led by the wolf demon, the city’s elite monsters began flipping through whatever scattered human culinary knowledge they could find, relying on hearsay to figure out that humans used oil, salt, and seasonings in their cooking. After hastily gathering these ingredients, they set up countless large pots in the main hall.

For three to four days inside the time-accelerating formation, the main hall was a chaotic scene of flying vegetable leaves, clattering chopping boards, and the constant sound of knives chopping away. These high-level monsters, after all, possessed intelligence that surpassed that of ordinary humans. Through their efforts, they managed to develop many recipes and spread them throughout the city, allowing the street vendors to flourish.

Except for one thing: the wolf demon had absolutely no talent for cooking. After seven days, he still hadn’t managed to produce a single decent dish. Everything he made was either too salty, too bland, or burnt to a crisp. Yet, he refused to give up and stubbornly persisted.

Finally, after another half day, the wolf demon let out a triumphant roar. “Done!” He took off his apron and proudly presented a plate of stir-fried pork with chili peppers. After seven days of effort and 858 failed attempts, he had finally succeeded in making this one dish.

“Try it, Chief Zhu!” The wolf demon handed the plate of stir-fried pork with chili peppers to the leader of the pig demon clan.

Chief Zhu tremblingly picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. Despite the overwhelming saltiness, he immediately gave a thumbs-up. “Perfect, perfect! A delicacy fit for humans!” he praised with a forced smile.

“Really?” the wolf demon asked eagerly.

“Absolutely! This stir-fried pork with chili peppers made by Lord Wolf is the best dish we’ve produced so far,” Chief Zhu quickly replied, afraid that the wolf demon would continue cooking if he wasn’t satisfied. In his heart, he couldn’t help but criticize the wolf demon’s complete lack of cooking talent, though he dared not say it out loud.

“Well, in that case, the stir-fried pork with chili peppers is officially complete!” the wolf demon declared. “Someone, write down my recipe for stir-fried pork with chili peppers and distribute it throughout the city. It’s to be promoted everywhere!”

The wolf demon issued the command with great excitement, feeling immensely satisfied that he had finally succeeded in making a dish.

Hearing this, Chief Zhu shed tears of relief. *Whew…* Lord Wolf was finally done with stir-fried pork with chili peppers. If he had kept going, the pig demon clan might have gone extinct.

“Chief Zhu, your pig demon clan has worked hard,” the wolf demon said, patting Chief Zhu on the shoulder. “Once that demon leaves, I’ll make sure your clan is credited with a great achievement!”

“Thank you, Lord Wolf!” Chief Zhu said sincerely, though he was secretly terrified that the wolf demon might move on to another dish, like stir-fried beef or something equally disastrous. Not daring to say it outright, he quickly changed the subject. “Lord Wolf, you’ve been working so hard lately. Why don’t you leave the food research to us underlings and take a good rest?”

“What are you talking about?” the wolf demon said, waving his hand dismissively. “With a great enemy at our gates, everyone must contribute. As the lord of this city, how could I possibly rest?” With that, he tied his apron back on, rolled up his sleeves, and declared, “Now, watch as I make stir-fried tomatoes and eggs!”

Hearing this, the pig demons breathed a sigh of relief. However, the leader of the chicken demon clan, standing nearby, fainted on the spot.