The Legend of the Egg God
Chapter One: Descending the Mountain to Fry Eggs
Updated: 2012-07-23
On the bed, an old man lay. Under the bed, a young man stood respectfully with his head lowered. Beside the bed was a low table, and on the low table was a plate—a plate of fried eggs. The old man was eating the eggs.
“Do we still have any eggs?” the old man spoke.
“No, these are the last two,” the young man replied respectfully.
“Out of eggs, it seems my time has come,” a trace of sorrow flashed in the old man's eyes. “Adan, release those hens that no longer lay eggs. You should also go, to the capital, and never come back,” the old man said slowly.
“But I can only fry eggs and nothing else,” Adan asked doubtfully.
“That's enough. Anyone who can eat your fried eggs is blessed by fate for eight generations,” the old man said with a hint of pride.
“But… Dad~” Adan seemed reluctant.
The old man waved his hand. “Don't say anymore, Adan. You should also go out and see the world.”
“Dad…” Adan still wanted to hold him back.
“Don't say it. Go. Pack your things and leave now,” the old man sighed.
“Yes…” Adan had no choice and slowly stepped outside.
The old man watched Adan's departing figure and sighed, saying, “I knew all along that he left you here to give me a way out. Passing all my lifetime of experience to you is my repayment to him. Adan, I hope you can make a name for yourself in the capital. Just like him…”
Adan packed his belongings, unwilling to leave. His father treated him as his own son and even handed down all his cooking skills. Though Adan could only fry eggs, that was already enough.
“Brother Adan.” Outside came a voice as melodious as a warbler. The girl who entered was like a celestial fairy; though she wore plain clothes, her charming presence could not be concealed. Her name was Yingying, Adan's childhood friend.
“Yingying, why are you here?” Adan was pleasantly surprised to see Yingying. Usually, his father had him practicing his skills and cooking. Apart from when they were children, he didn't see Yingying very often. So meeting her now naturally made him happy.
“Brother Adan, I heard from Dad that you're going down the mountain,” Yingying's eyes were slightly moist. She was a strong girl and usually wouldn't cry in front of others, but in front of Adan, she was a fragile little girl. She would never forget that time, the boy who fought a magical tiger to protect her with his life.\A-Dan looked at her with affection and said, "Yingying, don't worry. Once I've settled in the capital, I will come to get you."\"Mm," Yingying obediently nodded. "Brother A-Dan, I'll see you off."\"Okay!" A-Dan nodded.\They reached the top of the hill.\"Yingying, go back now," A-Dan waved, his eyes also filled with reluctance.\"Brother A-Dan, you must not forget Yingying. I'll be waiting for you." Yingying covered her mouth, trying hard not to cry out loud.\"Don't worry, I will definitely come back!" His firm words gave Yingying a sense of security at that moment.\In the capital, A-Dan was on the streets of Beijing.\A-Dan stared blankly at something on the wall. There was a note on it: \Recruitment\Male host, several positions:\Requirements: Young, handsome, well-built, charming in conversation\Benefits: Easy work, generous monthly salary\A-Dan didn't pay attention to this; his eyes were fixed on the line in parentheses below the note: (Also hiring one chef).\"Fanyin," A-Dan looked at the name of the hotel and went inside.\The recruiter was a fat man. A-Dan noticed that a few chefs had already arrived before him, each carrying various knives and pots and exhibiting an impressive demeanor. In contrast, he had nothing with him and couldn't help feeling a bit timid.\"What dishes can you cook?" Before he knew it, it was his turn. The fat man looked extremely impatient.\"I can fry eggs," A-Dan felt like he was literally an egg, an egg about to be fried.\"What, fry eggs? You really can fry eggs?" The fat man looked shocked, and all eyes in the hall turned to A-Dan.\"Yes, I can only fry eggs," A-Dan grew even more nervous, his voice getting smaller.\"Wait here, don't go anywhere, I'll go find someone," said the fat man, then turned and walked to the back room. A-Dan stood awkwardly in the hall, listening to the surrounding chefs whisper and point.\"So young and can fry eggs, probably a fraud. Let's see how he embarrasses himself."\"Still so young and learning nothing good, just learning to deceive."\"Fry eggs? What is that? Never heard of it," asked a young chef.\"Twenty years ago, after Beijing's most famous Egg King disappeared, no one dared to fry eggs anymore," came an old, hoarse voice. Everyone turned around to look; it was one of the chefs applying for the job. When he spoke, a portion of his tongue was missing, which was quite frightening.\"Egg King?"This name is interesting. Why is it called that? "Because not only can he fry eggs well, but he's also quite a jerk." "For a chef, frying eggs can only be a legend; no one can do it well, except for King of Eggs. Unfortunately, he disappeared twenty years ago. No one knows where he is, perhaps he's already dead. Sigh." Ah Dan almost wanted to make a run for it immediately, but thinking of Fatty's advice, he hesitated a little. Ah Dan's head kept lowering, almost touching the ground. Just as he felt like he was about to collapse, he suddenly heard a commotion in the inner hall, and two people rushed out: in front was a tall and mighty old man with a straight back and a very long beard, snow-white without a single impure hair. His bulging eyes radiated authority even without anger. Following closely was a fat old man, with a kind and gentle face, completely round with no angles, eyes half-closed, looking like he could never fully wake up. The tall old man rushed into the main hall, shouting, "Where is the person who can fry eggs, where is the person who can fry eggs? Come out, let me see you!" At the sight of this, Ah Dan shrank into the corner, too scared to make a sound. "Is it you?" No matter where Ah Dan hid, he would eventually be found. The two old men looked at Ah Dan with a tone of disappointment, "I thought it would be an old man, but it turns out to be a young kid. Are you the one who can fry eggs?" The tall old man grabbed Ah Dan: "If you dare lie to me, I'll tear your head off!" The fat old man gently removed the tall old man's hand, his face full of reproach: "Second Brother, being an adult and still like this, what kind of behavior is this, you've scared this kid." Turning to Ah Dan, he said, "Don't be afraid. My brother gets like this just at the mention of frying eggs. No wonder he is so anxious. Since the last time we ate eggs twenty years ago, no one in Beijing has been able to fry eggs well, and we've been hungry for two decades. Today, let's see what you can do, haha." In the blink of an eye, the main hall was fully arranged: clean white cutting boards, neatly polished gas stoves, stainless steel frying pans, various knives, spice jars, and pots and bowls all arranged neatly and orderly. On the cutting board, there were only four intact eggs. Standing in front of the stove, Ah Dan was no longer nervous; in the past twenty years, the place he was most familiar with was the kitchen. Only here could he find the confidence that had been almost worn away in the world.\The tall old man looked at A-Dan, proudly saying, 'So, how is it? The conditions are okay, right? You can fry it.'\A-Dan glanced at the various items, raised his eyelids slightly, and said calmly, 'I can't fry it.'\'Why? Are you saying you were just bragging?' The second brother's eyes were cold.\'No, there are three things I don't fry when making scrambled eggs: no stove, I don't fry; no oil, I don't fry; no eggs, I don't fry.'\Hearing this, the two old men looked at each other and unexpectedly showed some delight. The fat old man spoke: 'This stove is a Jin Di brand natural gas stove, with thirty-six small holes, twelve large holes for gas, adjustable flame levels, and a circulation air system that ensures complete natural gas combustion, equipped with a Robam brand range hood, completely environmentally friendly. Does this satisfy your requirements? And look at this oil—Golden Dragon Fish brand pure blended vegetable oil, with a ratio of medium, monounsaturated, and polyunsaturated fatty acids of 0.27:1:1, absolutely meeting health requirements. Southern Weekly even reported on it this week; surely no one can fault the oil. And as for the eggs, these are highland free-range chicken eggs just taken from their nests today, these eggs...'\Before he could finish, A-Dan said coldly, 'These aren't chicken eggs, they are duck eggs.'\'Ah, your hands haven't touched them, and the shells haven't even been broken. How can you say they are duck eggs?' The eldest's eyes showed a hint of delight.\'The difference between chicken eggs and duck eggs is clear at a glance from the color and the shell. True free-range chicken eggs are brown, while duck eggs are whiter; the chicken eggs have fine textured shells, unlike these duck eggs with coarse shells. Most importantly: real free-range chicken eggs never grow this large.' A-Dan gazed at the eggs and explained, his face full of confidence.\'Haha, indeed a master. You could see through the trick in one look. Correct, these are duck eggs. Our brothers just wanted to test you. Bring someone, change the eggs.' The second brother laughed heartily.\A commotion arose in the hall, and that rough, wheezy voice was heard again: 'Being able to distinguish chicken eggs from duck eggs just by looking? Truly a master chef. Even real old hens cannot tell chicken eggs from duck eggs—they treat all eggs the same for hatching.'\'Yes, I couldn't tell either. Truly impressive.' It was the young man's voice again."Don't talk about yourself. In Beijing alone, there are at least 30,000, at most 100,000 chefs, and even fewer people can distinguish chicken eggs from duck eggs with the naked eye. I believe this person can certainly fry eggs in an extraordinary way." The person speaking in a muffled voice looked terrifying in appearance, yet his words made people unconsciously want to listen.
"Boss, how are you so familiar with frying eggs?" the young man exclaimed.
"Hehe, it's just that I've been around a few years longer than you. Twenty years ago, I ate fried eggs once and developed this speech defect. Do you think I wouldn't be familiar with it?" The man with the muffled voice said slowly.
"Ah, that's amazing. Tell us about it."
"Hehe, let's talk another time. Look, he's already starting to fry the eggs." The main hall immediately fell silent. All that could be heard was the roaring sound of the natural gas burning.
Chapter 2: The Egg-Frying Knife
Update Time: 2012-07-23
The man with the muffled voice spoke, and it was then that A-Dan was ready.
"Boss, do you think he really knows how to fry eggs?" the second elder asked with obvious disbelief in his eyes.
"Hehe, we'll see." The boss, though also a bit doubtful, still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. "Ever since twenty years ago... sigh." The boss kept sighing deeply.
Both old men shook their heads...
At this time, A-Dan was not overly excited. He had been frying eggs for fifteen years, and from the age of five, he was forced by the old man to learn it. He had already grown accustomed to frying eggs.
"He's going to start..." the boss said slowly.
A-Dan had nothing on his body, but everyone was mistaken; he still had one thing with him.
Suddenly, the entire hall shone with light, and in A-Dan's hands appeared, somehow, a knife—a kitchen knife. The boss and the second elder, who had just opened their eyes, saw the knife and felt huge waves surge in their hearts.
"The Egg-Frying Knife!" The two were astonished not only because it was the exclusive knife of the Egg-Frying King, but also because it was ranked eighth on the Knife List. How could the old man even give away such a knife? Could it be his personally trained disciple? The two elders thought. Initially, they had considered this possibility but found it too incredible, so they abandoned the idea. Unexpectedly, the old man really took on a disciple and even passed him his precious treasure.
The Egg-Frying Knife wasn't originally called the Egg-Frying Knife; its original name was the Earth-Breaking Knife, but after being taken by the Egg-Frying King, it was renamed the Egg-Frying Knife.The advantages of this knife have not been fully discovered by anyone to this day; it is only known that it is a very impressive knife. When used for cooking, it can elevate the grade of a dish by more than one level. Here, the grade refers to the classification of the dish's inherent quality.\ It is divided into nine levels of ordinary dishes, nine levels of supreme dishes, and nine levels of transcendent dishes. Ordinary dishes are quite common, and for the abilities of these two elders, cooking ordinary dishes is extremely simple; their level should be around the third level of supreme dishes, but the elder seems slightly more skilled. Each of the nine levels is very hard to surpass, but if one has the help of a top ten ranked famous knife, surpassing a level in cooking would not be difficult.\ However, the two elders pondered for a long time twenty years ago and still could not determine what grade this scrambled egg would be. It might have already entered that legendary transcendent grade... but they have no way of knowing. As for transcendent dishes, who knows what they are like? Sigh... the two elders couldn't help but sigh; reaching the transcendent grade is certainly not that simple. Throughout past dynasties to the present, achieving transcendent grade dishes is indeed extremely rare.\ The scene then shifts back to the present.\ "It really seems to be his disciple…" The elder's eyes seemed to hold a special emotion.\ "That incident back then must have affected him quite a lot~" the second elder said, his tone seeming full of regret.\ "But what can we do about it?" the elder comforted. Indeed, it was their mistake back then, but the situation at that time was beyond their control.\ "Let's just repay him by teaching his disciple well…" the elder's voice carried a sense of weariness.\ "But… will he even want us to teach him?" the second elder said with a bitter smile.\ The elder then turned to him and said: "Have you forgotten the Goshdang King's fatal weakness?"\ "You mean…" the second elder raised an eyebrow, showing a trace of realization.\ "Exactly, we can create a perfect Goshdang King," the elder could not hide his inner excitement.\ "But today's situation will inevitably stir turmoil in the martial world; the Goshdang King is not a simple term. Not to mention the deadly Goshdang Knife he possesses, even his culinary skills alone will provoke those old geezers into action…" the second elder said with some concern.\ "So… today must absolutely remain a secret. At least until we have the strength to deal with those old geezers, it must not be revealed," the elder said with a somewhat grim expression.\ "Big brother, you mean…" After saying this, the second elder traced a line on his neck.\The eldest shook his head: 'You haven't forgotten the regulations back then, have you…'\The second brother's eyebrows twitched, then he said: 'After all these years, does he still remember? Moreover, we haven't seen any trace of him for so many years, what if he...' The second brother stopped speaking.\'Impossible!' the eldest shook his head firmly. 'He won't die. Have you forgotten to what extent he had reached back then? Do you really think he couldn't reach that level with his talent even after all these years?'\'Yeah…' the second brother sighed and then said, 'If it weren't for that regulation back then, all these people today would have died!' His gaze was somewhat cold.\'However, there is one way to make sure the events of today don't spread,' the eldest said.\'Big brother, you're saying…' The second brother seemed to have guessed the method the eldest was referring to. 'But if you do this, your...'\The eldest waved his hand: 'It doesn't matter, after three to five years, it will come back.'\The second brother sighed, three to five years? It might not even recover in that time…\Seeing the expression on the second brother's face, the eldest teased deliberately: 'If it really doesn't work, just let me use that spirit medicine you've treasured for forty years.'\'Forget it,' the second brother hastily said. That old guy had been using my spirit medicine for who knows how many years, how could I let him take it so easily.\'Hahaha, I say, second brother, don't treasure it so much, if it goes bad again, you'll be the one crying.' The eldest laughed.\The second brother rolled his eyes at him and said: 'Old guy, don't worry. My spirit medicine is resting at home just fine, it doesn't want to come out for a walk.'\'Oh? I haven't seen that fellow for a long time either. I wonder if it's reached the sixth rank with your nurturing?' the eldest said.\'That's none of your business.' The second brother seemed really afraid the eldest would take his spirit medicine and hurriedly replied.\'Alright, I'll just wait for the day that kid comes,' the eldest said.\The second brother rolled his eyes and said: 'Eldest, I tell you, don't be a jinx. My kid is alive and well. If something happens on that day, it would be your curse, and I'll take it out on your kid. Should I use him for cooking, would you believe it?'\'If I tell you to go, and you provoke him, don't blame me for not warning you. If you get into trouble, don't blame me, I can't control him either.' The eldest was also somewhat wary of that kid.\'Hmph, that kid has gotten to be quite unruly like you,' the second brother scoffed.\'Hahaha, don't complain to me, kid. Weren't you the one who provoked him last time and got bitten, hahahaha,' the eldest teased the second brother."For this, sooner or later, I'll have to cook him..." Second Brother gritted his teeth in hatred, clearly affected by the biting incident. Damn, of course he was affected—being bitten by a herb like that was humiliating. "You brat..." Big Brother laughed and scolded. "Big brother, look!!" Second Brother suddenly shouted. "What?" Big Brother looked up, his face full of unquestionable shock! It was the famous signature skill of King of Crap—The Eighteen Crap Cuts.
Chapter Two: Crap Knife
Updated: 2012-07-23
The gruff, rough voice spoke, and they saw Ah Dan was already ready. "Big brother, do you really think he can fry eggs well?" Second Brother's eyes showed obvious disbelief. "Hehe, you'll see for yourself." Although Big Brother was also somewhat doubtful, he still held a hint of hope. "Ever since twenty years ago... sigh." Big Brother sighed repeatedly. The two elders both shook their heads...
At this moment, Ah Dan was not overly excited. He had been frying eggs for fifteen years, forced to learn by the old man since he was five, and he had already taken frying eggs as something normal. "He's about to start..." Big Brother said slowly.
Ah Dan had nothing on him, or so it seemed—but everyone was wrong. He actually had something. Suddenly, the entire hall was filled with radiant light, and unexpectedly, a knife appeared in Ah Dan's hand—a kitchen knife. Just as Big Brother and Second Brother opened their eyes, seeing the knife made turbulent waves surge in their hearts. "Crap Knife!" Their astonishment was not only because it was the personal knife of the King of Crap, but also because this knife ranked in the top ten of the Knife Ranking, coming in eighth. How could this old man even give away such a knife? Could he be his direct disciple? The two elders thought. Initially, the two elders had considered this as well, but thought it was too incredible, so they abandoned the idea. They never expected that the old fellow actually did take a disciple and even passed down his treasured knife.
The Crap Knife was not originally called the Crap Knife. Its original name was the Earth-Breaking Knife, but after being taken by the King of Crap, it was renamed the Crap Knife. No one has fully understood the benefits of this knife to this day, only knowing it is an extremely powerful knife. When used in cooking, it can raise the grade of a dish by more than one level. Here, the grade refers to the intrinsic quality of the dish. The grades are divided into nine-tier Common Dishes, nine-tier Supreme Dishes, and nine-tier Immortal Dishes.Common dishes are seen quite frequently, and with the abilities of these two elders, making ordinary dishes is extremely simple for them. Their level should be around that of a third-tier exceptional dish, but the elder brother seems slightly higher. Ninth-tier dishes, each level is extremely difficult to surpass, but if one has a top ten knife from the Knife Rankings to assist, surpassing levels to cook these dishes is still not difficult. However, the two elders, after thinking for a long time twenty years ago, still couldn't figure out what level this scrambled egg belonged to. It may have already entered the legendary immortal-tier… they have no way of knowing. Immortal-tier dishes, who would know what those are like? Sigh… the two elders couldn't help but sigh, thinking, to reach immortal-tier, how could it be so simple? Throughout history, reaching the immortal-tier is indeed exceedingly rare.
The scene shifts, returning to the present.
“Seems like he really is his disciple…” The elder brother's eyes show a somewhat special emotion.
“That incident back then had quite an impact on him~” The second elder comments, his tone full of apology.
“But what can we do?” The elder brother consoles him. Indeed. That incident back then was their fault, but the circumstances at the time were beyond their control.
“Just consider it as repaying him, and properly teach his disciple…” The elder brother's voice carries a lot of weariness.
“But…does he even need us to teach him?” The second elder smiles bitterly.
The elder brother turns to him and says: “Have you forgotten the fatal flaw of that lousy king?”
“You mean…” The second elder raises an eyebrow, showing a hint of realization.
“Exactly, we can create a perfect lousy king.” The elder brother cannot hide the excitement in his heart.
“But today's event will surely trigger chaos in the martial world. The lousy king is no simple title. Not to mention the lousy knife in his hand, even his culinary skills alone would make those old guys take action…” The second elder is somewhat worried.
“So… today this absolutely must not be revealed. At least until we have the strength to deal with those old guys, it absolutely must not be revealed.” The elder brother's face shows a few traces of ruthlessness.
“Big brother, you mean…” After speaking, the second elder traces his neck with a pen.
The elder brother shakes his head: “You haven't forgotten the rules back then, have you…”
The second elder's eyebrows twitch, then he says: “After all these years, he still remembers? Besides, it's been so many years without seeing him, would he…” The second elder trails off.
“Impossible!”The eldest shook his head firmly. "He won't die. Have you forgotten to what extent he reached back then? Do you really think after all these years, his talent wouldn't allow him to reach that level?"
"Yeah..." The second sighed and then said, "If it weren't for that rule back then, everyone here today would be dead!" The second's eyes turned somewhat cold.
"However, there is still a way to prevent today's matters from being leaked." The eldest said.
"Big brother, you mean..." The second seemed to have guessed the method the eldest was referring to. "But if we do that, your..."
The eldest waved his hand: "It's okay, it'll take three or five years and then it will be back."
The second sighed. Three to five years? Three to five years might not even be enough to bring it back...
Seeing the second's expression, the eldest deliberately joked, "If it really doesn't work, just use that spirit medicine you've been hoarding for forty years."
"Forget it," the second quickly said. That old guy has been using my spirit medicine for years, how could I let him take it so easily?
"Hahaha, I tell you, second brother, don't hoard it. If it goes bad again, you'll regret it." The eldest laughed.
The second rolled his eyes and said, "Old man, don't worry. My spirit medicine is staying safe at home, it doesn't want to come out."
"Oh? I haven't seen that guy in a long time. I wonder if the way you raised him has reached the sixth rank yet?" the eldest said.
"That's none of your business." The second, seemingly really afraid that the eldest would take his spirit medicine, replied quickly.
"Fine, I'll just wait for the day that kid of yours goes." The eldest said.
The second rolled his eyes and said, "Big brother, don't jinx me. My kid is alive and well. If something happens that day, it'll be your curse. I'll take it out on your kid. Want to see if I turn him into a meal?"
"I told you to go, you go and provoke him, don't blame me for not warning you. If something happens to you, don't blame me, I can't control him." The eldest also had some respect for that kid of his.
"Hmph, that kid's behavior is just like yours, outrageous." The second snorted.
"Haha, don't complain to me. It's all because last time you provoked him and he bit you, hahahahaha." The eldest looked at the second teasingly.
"Just for that, sooner or later I'll have to cook him..." The second gritted his teeth in hatred. Obviously, the biting incident affected him. Damn, of course it would; being bitten by a plant, how humiliating it is.
"You brat..." The eldest laughed and scolded.
"Big brother, look!!""The second brother suddenly shouted.\"What?\" The eldest brother looked up, his face full of shock without any flaw!\That was the Egg-Busting King's famous skill——\The Eighteen Egg-Busting Blades, Chapter Three, The Eighteen Egg-Busting Blades\Update time: 2012-07-23\The eldest and second brothers both trembled at A-Dan's gesture; this was clearly the Egg-Busting King's famous skill: the Eighteen Egg-Busting Blades.\"Sigh, it seems that with this move, news of the Egg-Busting King's return will be known to everyone here." The eldest brother sighed.\"Yes, I didn't expect him to pass even this move on; he truly is his direct disciple…" The second brother also sighed.\A-Dan's move caused lively discussions among the audience.\"That… that is the Egg-Busting King's Eighteen Egg-Busting Blades?!"\"Eighteen Egg-Busting Blades? What is that?" The speaker seemed somewhat young.\"Sigh… the Eighteen Egg-Busting Blades, that's the Egg-Busting King's famous skill. I suppose this young man must be the Egg-Busting King's disciple. I never expected this… never expected…" The speaker had a muffled voice, as if a faint light glimmered in his eyes.\"Really that powerful?" The young man seemed skeptical of the Egg-Busting King's prowess.\"Back in the day, the Egg-Busting King dominated the culinary world in this capital with this move. People who wanted to apprentice to him crowded his door, but unfortunately, the Egg-Busting King was not very interested in them." The muffled-voiced man said.\"So… that young man is the Egg-Busting King's direct disciple?!" The young man said in disbelief, shocked.\"I suppose so; other than his disciple, I can't think of anyone else who could have learned such a skill." The muffled-voiced man said slowly.\A-Dan paid no attention to the audience's chatter; his gaze stayed on the egg, as if he had seen everything about it.\"Slap."\He clapped the table, and the egg jumped up as if just waking from sleep. It traced a circle in the air, like a rainbow-feathered dance, very beautiful. A-Dan focused his gaze on the egg.\It moved.\A-Dan felt as if every pore of his body was breathing.\Egg-Busting Blade, strike!\The Eighteen Egg-Busting Blades!\In that instant, which seemed very brief to others, nothing could be done. But to A-Dan, this time was enough.\"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish." Six strikes. With A-Dan's current ability, he could only perform six strikes, but his father said it was already not bad. Because the Eighteen Egg-Busting Blades were taught to A-Dan by his father when he was fifteen, six strikes in five years was already considered the performance of a prodigy.It can be said that the 'Eighteen F***ing Slices' was the most important thing to Dad, and he taught it all to A-Dan. From this, one can see Dad's painstaking effort.
"A-Dan, you must remember. This sword technique consists of eighteen moves. With each move, its power multiplies, and the success rate of cooking increases accordingly. You must master it well; it will be of great use to you in the future."
A-Dan always remembered his father's words. Although now he could only perform the first six moves, he still had time and believed he could learn all of his father's skills—consider it a repayment for his father's nurturing.
"Six moves! He has actually learned six moves!" The eldest also found it somewhat unbelievable. This is because performing the 'Eighteen F***ing Slices' requires energy.
This so-called 'energy' is what we call internal power, the energy of the dantian.
This is also classified into levels. The first stage is called energy cultivation, which is divided into: dispersing, gathering, condensing, expanding, and spiritual. There are five grades, each with three phases: early, mid, and late. The middle stage is called energy refinement. Energy refinement is not as complicated, divided into three phases: initial refinement, great achievement, and great perfection. As for the last stage... none who reach it are not the strongest beings in this world. The late phase reaches the stage of breaking energy, consisting of nine realms. As for what lies beyond these nine realms, no one knows.
To perform all moves of the 'Eighteen F***ing Slices,' one must at least reach the great perfection stage of energy refinement, and even that is barely enough.
Six moves! Even that requires the ‘spiritual' phase of energy cultivation. Someone so young reaching this spiritual phase makes them all feel somewhat embarrassed.
The older people present also noticed something unusual and felt somewhat uneasy.
"The spiritual phase..." muttered the hoarse-voiced man.
After six moves, A-Dan saw that the eggshell looked as if it had been carved. But his gaze only glanced over it before moving away. His eyes returned to the egg. Now, only a thin inner membrane remained. It looked crystal clear, as if one could see the egg white encasing the yolk, which was quite beautiful.
It's time...
Everyone there, being observant, all saw that A-Dan was about to act.
A-Dan's blade met the egg's outer membrane. After a circle with the knife in hand, the egg white and yolk became visible. But strangely, the egg white and yolk did not fall to the ground as expected; they remained suspended motionless in the air."Woo" A wave of 'woo' sounds came from the audience. This move by Adan truly shocked the chefs in the audience. What… is going on? Only those who cultivate Qi would know, this is merely controlled with Qi. But even the Qi cultivators were astonished—how much Qi must this require?
Adan's eyes focused on the egg whites and yolks. The knife in his hand moved again, six more cuts, and the egg was forcibly separated into several pieces, each containing both egg white and yolk. Observant people would notice that each piece was almost identical to the shape of a real egg. Such a technique of eighteen cuts was truly extraordinary.
"It's that crazy egg method again…" The boss laughed, shaking his head.
"Yeah, besides him, who else could create such a reckless scrambled egg technique…" The second in command slowly said.
"This little guy is not simple," the boss said.
"Who told him he's a disciple of the Egg King…" The second nodded and said.
"Second, do you feel something?" The boss suddenly asked.
"What do you feel?" The second asked in confusion.
The boss thought for a moment and said, "This little guy gives me a familiar feeling…"
"A familiar feeling?" The second looked at Adan. "There is one, but it's somewhat vague."
"Me too. I always feel like I've met this little guy before…" The boss said.
"Met before?" The second frowned and pondered for a moment.
"Exactly, but I've never actually met him! At least not in my memory…" The boss shook his head, then suddenly looked up. He just met the gaze of the second, and both of their eyes showed shock: "Not in memory…"
"Could it be?!" Both were extremely stunned.
"No wonder…" The boss shook his head. "No wonder he's doing so well…"
"Yeah, do you still remember back then when he said he wanted to give him a chance…?" The second said.
"Mm! Seems like we have to teach him. We can't let him get hurt…" The boss said. "Otherwise, who knows if he'll do the same as back then and wipe out that notorious Ming Sect of Jingcheng for that woman. Something like that cannot happen a second time."
"Alright, let's focus on what's in front of us. He's starting…" The second said.
The boss came back to his senses: "Starting, huh. I wonder if he'll use the same scrambled egg method as that Egg King…"
Chapter 4: Scramble First, Add Oil Later
Update Time: 2012-07-24
The boss pondered for a moment, and Adan began.The pieces of egg seemed to obey A Dan, all staying on the blade. The amazing thing was that they did not touch the knife's surface, but hovered above it. This astonished everyone again.
"He controls the air so well, even I am far behind…" the eldest shook his head and said.
"His disciple, his son, could they be any worse?" the second said.
"Yes, how could someone like that be bad?" the eldest then relaxed.
"By the way, big brother!" the second suddenly said.
"What?" the eldest asked, puzzled.
"Do you still remember that there was another person back then who was involved in this matter?" the second said.
"You mean…" the eldest seemed to have guessed who it was.
"Exactly! Chuan Wei!" the second said.
The eldest thought for a moment and said, "I remember that three years ago he seemed to have disappeared… back then, the Chuan family sent a large number of experts to search, and I think they still haven't found him."
"But having him around is always a threat. I really regret not killing him with one cut back then!" the second said fiercely.
"Killing him, that's easier said than done…" the eldest chuckled bitterly. "Who dares to defy the rules he set? Don't worry, this guy is within the rules. I believe he doesn't dare to act either."
"Back then, why didn't that person kill him, knowing that he would harm his own people?" the second said.
The eldest sighed and said, "Sigh… who can understand his actions? The only person who could probably understand him is her…"
"Yes, back then she really was the crown of the capital…" the second sighed. "But speaking of it, I also admire him; for her, he actually wiped out the entire Ming Sect. That was our major threat back then." The second then laughed loudly.
"That's why I say we should thank him." The eldest laughed too. "Alright, let's watch this young fellow cook the eggs."
After speaking, the eldest turned his gaze to the stove, and the second also looked over.
A Dan placed the knife flat, and several pieces of egg obediently stayed on it. Here it comes…
A Dan took a deep breath, and all the pieces of egg went into the pan.
At that moment, anyone paying close attention in the hall would notice—he didn't put any oil.
The young people were countless.
"Hey, do you think this guy knows how to cook? Who cooks without oil? Won't it burn?"
"Yeah, yeah. I think this guy is just here to make a scene."
"Exactly, exactly. Just kick him out."
But the older generation…"Is that... the Egg-Fucking King's egg-fucking method? First scramble the eggs, then add the oil?" "Then he must be the Egg-Fucking King's direct disciple~ Looks like after today, this capital city is probably going to be swept by another bloody storm." "Yeah, back in the day, the Egg-Fucking King offended quite a few sects and religions. And those sects aren't the jealous type."
But no one expected that the boss would take action against them. He would never allow this news to get out. Never.
"Looks like that old guy passed on all his skills to him," said the boss.
"If it were me, I'd teach him everything too," the second brother laughed. "Don't forget who he is."
"Heh… True enough," the boss said slowly.
A-Dan cautiously controlled the eggs as they moved around in the pan, with steam rising from the pot. The fire at the bottom of the pan crackled as if trying to burn a hole through it. But each time, a gentle force spread throughout the bottom of the pan, dissipating the heat.
This was what his father had taught him. At first, A-Dan couldn't control it and ended up burning several pans. So he practiced every day, day after day. Ultimately, hard work paid off. After burning the ninety-eighth pan, he finally succeeded.
Some thought that scrambling the eggs before adding oil was the secret to the Egg-Fucking King's success. Some practiced this “secret” for that reason, but to their disappointment, they never succeeded and didn't know why.
Thus, it sparked a craze of learning to scramble eggs back then. Many masters studied the secret to scrambling eggs, but in the end, no one figured it out.
After his disappearance, no one mentioned scrambling eggs anymore, for fear of insulting the name.
The Egg-Fucking King became a legend…
To get back on track. After about fifteen minutes, A-Dan stopped his movements and reached for the nearby oil container. He flipped it, pouring oil evenly over every piece of egg. Each piece had just the right amount—equal and precise, causing the audience to click their tongues in amazement.
A-Dan released his control over the eggs, and all of them fell into the pan. Sizzle! The sound of oil reached everyone's ears.
A-Dan didn't relax.
Next step.
All the seasonings on the stove were sprinkled in, fine particles drifting in the air.
"It's that unique method of his again, isn't it…" the boss showed no surprise.
"Yeah, putting all the seasonings at once. I even wonder why the eggs don't get flavored oddly…" the second brother shook his head."In a moment, I'll ask this kid the secret to making scrambled eggs. Back in the day, that old guy said he wouldn't tell me, but I don't believe I can't trick him into telling me."
"………" The eldest brother was momentarily speechless. Even now, he was still thinking about the secret.
"Hehe……" The second brother smiled as he looked at Adan.
"………" The eldest brother was speechless again. That old guy… how could he be so disrespectful to his elders…
Adan felt a chill down his spine. How could he know that the second brother was coveting his scrambled egg secret?
Adan looked at the floating seasoning particles in the air, then waved his hand, and all the seasonings scattered into the pan.
The gruff-voiced man watched the scene and murmured, “He even learned this, it seems he really put in a lot of effort……”
“Big brother, what did you say?” a young man nearby asked.
“Oh, I said this guy is no ordinary person,” the man said calmly.
“Yes, yes. He looks pretty impressive to me,” the young man nodded and said.
“Heh heh, pretty impressive indeed……” the gruff-voiced man said gloomily. But the young man seemed unaware of the change in the gruff-voiced man's tone and kept staring at the scene on the stove.
Once all the ingredients were in the pan, they went to each piece of egg as if they already knew the path. Each piece of egg had a portion of ingredients. This, once again, was the magical part of the Egg Master.
Adan took a deep breath, holding the spatula carefully, and began to stir-fry, but this stirring did not destroy the shape of the eggs—they were still round yolks wrapped in a layer of egg white.
After Adan had been stir-frying for a quarter of an hour, a fragrance wafted through the air.
The aroma was irresistible. But in the next moment, the fragrance instantly disappeared. Not a trace remained, and some people realized that Adan had used his aura to cover the smell of the eggs.
Next, Adan calmed his mind and carefully placed his aura over the eggs.
The final step… Chapter Five: Egg Formation
Update Time: 2012-07-24
The last step: cultivating the egg.
Adan carefully spread his aura over several pieces of egg. This was the final step in making scrambled eggs—cultivating the egg. In other words, once this step was completed, the scrambled eggs would be finished.
Everyone could not contain their excitement. Twenty years, twenty years have passed. Scrambled eggs had never appeared in these twenty years. If he succeeded, he would be the first person in the past twenty years, the first person to make scrambled eggs, and the first person to succeed at making scrambled eggs.At this moment, Adan was especially calm. Stir-frying eggs was an unbeatable legend to everyone, but to him, it was just an ordinary thing—after all, he was always frying eggs on the mountain. "At this point, we're almost done, right?" The eldest said, his tone tinged with excitement, though not like the others. "Yes, almost done......" the second replied. "Twenty years......" the eldest murmured. Elsewhere. "Twenty years, finally I've been waiting for it!" The speaker was the one who spoke with a muffled voice. Adan's gaze was fixed on the egg in the pot, never letting go for a moment. The energy in his hand slowly began to circulate. Only now did he show a hint of worry. The last step is especially important—it's the essence of the whole process. The quality of that step directly determines the quality of the scrambled eggs. "Whoosh!" Ah Dan took a deep breath, still staring intently at the egg in the pot. Increasing his luck, Ah Dan quietly shouted in his heart. Half an hour passed, and A Dan was still pregnant with the egg. This made the eldest and second brothers in the audience worried. It seemed the troublemaker Wang Yun Dan hadn't taken this long back then. "Big brother, could something happen...... the second brother asked worriedly. The eldest waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I can sense that this little one's breathing is very steady." The second brother exhaled and said, "That's good, that's good." At this moment, A Dan. "Adan, remember. The method of conceiving eggs lies in refinement and gentleness. Treat the egg as you would your own family; only then will you comprehend the true mystery of the gestation egg. There are many in the world who imitate me. But they can't learn it, precisely because it is at the place where the egg is conceived. As long as you learn this method of conceiving the egg, you will master all my skills ......." Recalling his father's teachings, Adan applied gentle force to the egg according to his method. He now wanted to start from the basics and become a chef. He had promised Yingying he would give her a good life. As a man, he said his word! He kept it! "The method of gestation — 'One pregnancy, pregnancy form'," Adan whispered in his heart. Then, everyone saw. Each egg block had transformed into all sorts of shapes. Looking closely, each piece was actually a vegetable. It made people drool; just the shape was so eye-catching. What would happen if the eggs were out of the pan? Could it be defying the heavens?"The method of egg conception—'Second pregnancy, pregnancy color'" — the second step, Adan thought to himself. After the egg was pregnant, everyone stared at the egg, which had turned yellow to golden yellow, drooling. The color made people want to look at it. As if captivated, their eyes unconsciously glanced toward the stove. "This little guy is great. Even I can't help but look at the color. Looks like the master surpasses the master......" The eldest said slowly, his eyes showing admiration. "I wonder if these eggs have reached the immortal grade. I've heard that only immortal-grade dishes emit a golden yellow." The second brother said from the side. "Who knows? Immortal dishes ^...... "It's not that easy to make," the eldest mused thoughtfully. "The last step, right...... "Yes, the last step!" The second brother nodded. A Dan's breath was not the least bit unsteady. He whispered in his heart, "The Method of Pregnancy Egg — 'Third Pregnancy Flavor'". A Dan waved his palm, and a gentle scent attached to the egg. Immediately, the aroma rose up, and he rushed out of the restaurant. A Dan snorted coldly, then wrapped his breath in the aroma, preventing it from drifting out. The scent was firmly locked inside the room. Smelling this aroma, many people in the audience drooled. Although they were also chefs, they couldn't help but feel the scent. In fact, the chefs who come here are considered quasi-masters or master-level experts. Why come here to compete for the position of head chef? The reason is simple. Here, there are truly master-level experts—Wen Fan and Luo Yin. Both of these are master-level figures renowned throughout the capital. They are the eldest and second brothers we talk about. Originally, these chefs came full of confidence; people like them are among the top experts in their respective regions. In reality, they weren't particularly impressive. They had only mastered ordinary dishes. Earlier, we mentioned that cuisine is divided into ordinary dishes, extreme dishes, and immortal dishes. Ordinary dishes can be called masters, and extreme dishes are grandmasters; as for immortal dishes, they can be called imperial teachers. Originally, they were full of confidence, but after this incident, they all felt somewhat discouraged. Still, some people held onto a hopeful mentality: he must have used some method to make the food fragrant, and I still have a chance. "Today's event will surely shock the entire capital!" An old man said. Wen Fan sneered beside him and thought to himself, "If this matter gets out, I, Wen Fan, will write the name backwards.""The people in the audience each had their own thoughts. Some wanted to immediately announce this to the world but were afraid of missing the process of making scrambled eggs. The two brothers were thinking about how to prevent these people from spreading the news. And some others..." 'Huh? What is this little guy going to do?' Wen Fan looked at the stage, feeling a bit strange. Clearly, it had already been successful. So why hadn't it stopped yet? Luo Yin also looked toward the stage: 'What is he going to do? Hasn't it already succeeded? Why hasn't he stopped yet?' After thinking for a moment, Wen Fan suddenly said: 'I understand...' and then a big drop of sweat fell... 'Big brother, what?' Luo Yin asked in confusion. 'Do you remember the old guy's habit before finishing?' the elder brother said. 'You mean...' The second brother also had a big drop of sweat. 'Exactly, he's going to...' At that moment, A-Dan suddenly opened his eyes and said to Wen Fan and the others: 'Are you the examiner?' Wen Fan said, 'Yes.' He seemed to know what A-Dan was going to do. 'I have something to say,' A-Dan said, but seemed a bit hesitant. Everyone in the audience was puzzled—what was this kid going to do? Only some of the older generation who knew the Scumbag King knew. But they all had sweat dripping from their heads. 'Go ahead,' Wen Fan nodded. This Scumbag King was really something—he even had his disciples learn this, quite influential. 'I really want to say it,' A-Dan confirmed again. Wen Fan, without any impatience, said gently: 'Go ahead, it's fine.' Then A-Dan finally spoke timidly: 'Can I go to the bathroom?' Everyone in the audience, except those sweating, totally freaked out... Chapter Five: Egg Becomes Updated: 2012-07-24 The final step, gestating the egg. A-Dan carefully used his qi to spread over several pieces of eggs. This was the last step in making scrambled eggs—the gestation of the egg. That is to say, when this step is completed, the scrambled eggs are finished. Everyone couldn't help but feel excited. Twenty years—twenty years had passed. Scrambled eggs hadn't appeared in the past twenty years. If he succeeded, he would be the first person in twenty years, the first person to scramble eggs, and also the first person to succeed at making scrambled eggs. At this moment, A-Dan's mood was particularly calm. Scrambling eggs was an unattainable legend for everyone else, but to him, it was just an ordinary thing; after all, he had been making scrambled eggs on the mountain. 'At this step, it's almost done.'"The eldest said, his tone also filled with excitement, though not like the others.\" Yeah, it's almost done..." replied the second.\"Twenty years..." murmured the eldest.\In another place.\"Twenty years, finally I've waited for this!" The words came from that hoarse-voiced man.\Adan's eyes were fixed on the eggs in the pan, not letting go for a moment. The energy in his hands gradually began to circulate. Only now did he show a hint of concern.\The final step is especially important; it is the essence of the entire process. The quality of this step directly determines the quality of the scrambled eggs.\"Hoo," Adan took a deep breath, still staring intently at the eggs in the pan.\Increasing the energy flow, Adan whispered in his heart.\Half an hour passed, yet Adan was still 'gestating' the eggs. This caused a wave of concern from the eldest and the second below. It seemed that when the Egg Master did the same, it didn't take this long.\"Big brother, will something go wrong..." the second asked worriedly.\The eldest waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I can sense that this little one's energy is very steady."\The second exhaled and said, "That's good, that's good."\At this moment, Adan.\"Adan, remember. The method of gestating eggs lies in precision and softness. Treat the eggs as you would your own family; only then will you comprehend the true mystery of gestating eggs. Many people in the world have tried to learn from me, yet they just couldn't, simply because of this step in egg gestation. As long as you learn this method, you will master all my skills…"\Recalling his father's teachings, Adan followed his father's method, applying soft strength to the eggs.\He now wanted to start from the basics and become a chef. He had promised Yingying to give her a good life; as a man, what he says, he would do!\"Method of Gestating Eggs—‘First Gestation: Shape'," Adan whispered to himself.\Then, everyone saw that each piece of egg actually transformed into various shapes. On closer look, each piece resembled a different vegetable. It made one salivate; just the shapes alone were so eye-catching that one could only imagine what the final scrambled eggs would look like. Could it defy expectations?\"Method of Gestating Eggs—‘Second Gestation: Color'" came the second step, Adan thought in his heart.\After the color gestation, everyone watched the eggs turn from yellow to golden yellow, salivating at the sight. The color was so mesmerizing that their eyes unconsciously returned to the stove.""This little guy is not bad; even I can't help but look at this color. It seems that the student has surpassed the teacher..." the eldest slowly said, a look of admiration in his eyes. "I wonder if this egg has reached the celestial grade. I heard that only celestial-grade dishes emit a golden-yellow glow," the second said beside him. "Who knows? Celestial dishes... aren't that easy to make," the eldest pondered. "The last step, right..." "Yes, the last step!" the second nodded.
A-Dan's aura was perfectly calm. Silently in his heart, he chanted: "The method of nurturing the egg—'Three Nurturing Flavors.'"
A-Dan waved his palm lightly, and a gentle aura attached itself to the egg.
Immediately, a fragrance arose and then tried to surge outside the shop.
A-Dan snorted coldly, then wrapped the fragrance with his aura, preventing it from drifting out; the scent was firmly locked inside the room.
Sensing the aroma, many people in the audience began to mouth saliva. Even though they were chefs themselves, under such a fragrance, they couldn't help it.
In fact, the chefs who came here were all at least junior-master level, or master level.
Why did they come here to compete for the position of head chef? The reason is simple.
Here were true supreme-level experts—Wen Fan and Luo Yin. These two were renowned master-level figures in the capital. In other words, they were the eldest and the second.
Originally, these chefs had come full of confidence. People like them were top experts in their respective regions. In reality, they weren't that extraordinary. They had merely mastered mundane dishes. Earlier, we mentioned that cuisine could be divided into mundane dishes, extreme dishes, and celestial dishes. Mundane dishes are worthy of the title of master; extreme dishes are considered grandmasters; as for celestial dishes, they can be called imperial masters.
Although they had come confident, after witnessing this, they all felt a little discouraged. Yet some held onto a slim hope: he must have used some method to make the dish fragrant; I still have a chance.
"Today's event will surely shock the entire capital!" an old man said.
Wen Fan, however, curled his lips beside him and thought: "If this event is spread, let it be written with my name backwards."
People in the audience had different thoughts.
Some wanted to announce this to the world immediately, yet feared they might miss seeing the scrambling process of the eggs.
The two brothers were thinking of ways to prevent these people from spreading this matter.
Others…
"Huh? What is this little guy going to do?"Wen Fan looked up at the stage, feeling a bit puzzled. It was clearly already successful. So why hadn't it stopped yet?
Luo Yin also looked up at the stage and asked, “What is he doing? Didn't he already succeed? Why hasn't he stopped?”
After thinking for a moment, Wen Fan suddenly said, “I understand now…” and then a big drop of sweat fell from his forehead…
“Big brother, what?” Luo Yin asked in confusion.
“Do you still remember that old guy's habit before he completed it?…” the eldest asked.
“You mean…” the second brother also broke into a big drop of sweat. “Exactly, he's going to…”
At that moment, Ada suddenly opened his eyes and said to Wen Fan and the others, “Are you the examiner?”
Wen Fan replied, “Yes.” He seemed to know what Ada was going to do.
“I have something to ask,” Ada said, though he seemed a bit hesitant.
The people in the audience were all puzzled—what is this kid going to do? Only some older folks who knew Cāo Dàn Wang understood. But sweat was dripping from all their heads.
“Go ahead,” Wen Fan nodded. This Cāo Dàn Wang was too outrageous; even this had been passed on to his disciples. His influence was considerable.
“I really want to say it,” Ada confirmed again. Wen Fan, without a hint of impatience, said gently, “Go ahead, it's okay.”
Then Ada timidly asked, “Can I go to the bathroom?”
Except for those sweating, everyone else in the audience basically collapsed.
