Magic Chef Of Ice And Fire

MCIF Chapter 7.3

Chapter 7.3 - Fusion of Ice and Fire

Zha Ji frowned and wrinkled his brow, "I don't understand, but improvements are always welcome. Give yourself a quick wash, and then we will return to Peach Blossom Forest. Leave those clothes you're wearing. I can see that washing them won't do much."

Nian Bing agreed at once and turned around to return to his room's bathroom to wash himself. After looking at Nian Bing's chubby figure, Zha Ji displayed a somewhat thoughtful expression and sighed, saying, "Everything happens according to fate."

Pulling the wood cart, Nian Bing followed at Zha Ji's side, slowly walking to the city's exterior. The day's weather was exceptionally sunny and there was not a cloud to be seen in the pure blue sky for thousands of miles. They felt particularly comfortable, with the refreshing morning breeze continuously brushing against them.

Just as they reached the northern city gate, the sound of horses' hooves could suddenly be heard from outside the city gate. The Ice Moon Empire Soldiers guarding the city stood in an orderly arrangement on either side. Amongst them were also people that were on the street who were preparing to exit and enter the city that had hurriedly stepped aside.

Three carriages quickly entered the city. The carriages were white, embedded with a large silver six pointed star on either side. At the center of the six pointed star was a meticulously crafted ice flower. Seeing such a symbol, the commoners of Ice Snow City could not help but feel deep veneration toward the carriages, so much so that even a few had saluted the carriage. Of course, Zha Ji and Nian Bing were not among them.

Nian Bing could not be more familiar with the symbol of the ice flower. As he clenched his fists tightly, his eyes displayed an aura of intense hatred. It was them. They were the ones that had robbed him of his happiness!

The chariots quickly galloped past. Zha Ji coughed, signaling them to continue. Nian Bing's expression was like a pine tree. He said to himself, 'Currently the difference between our powers is too great. Patience, I must have patience.'

Although the road from Ice Snow City to Peach Blossom Forest could not be regarded as far, but as they were going by foot, they did not reach their wooden home until noon. After handling what they had purchased and brought back, Zha Ji had Nian Bing return to his room and rest. Tomorrow, he would resume the study of the culinary arts. Nian Bing had just entered the realm of the fire and ice origin, yet he still wanted to meditate more in order to increase his own magic power. After eating Zha Ji's deliciously prepared lunch, he returned to his room to rest.

Days passed by. Nian Bing gradually grew under the instruction of Zha Ji. From the day after he had returned from Ice and Snow city, he had understood why Zha Ji had originally said those words to him. In order to learn the culinary arts well, he must experience fatness from thinness, and then the process of thinness from fatness. Naturally, if he were to sample Zha Ji's food everyday, he would be able to differentiate many of these food's flavors and receive great amounts of nourishment, naturally turning into a small fatty. In comparison, the process of thinness from fatness was relatively painful. Zha Ji's method was quite simple. He would have Nian Bing take responsibility of making his own meals everyday. Whatever one cooked would be what one would eat. He would simply give his morning lecture and provide him with a bit of guidance. He wanted Nian Bing to slowly figure the rest by himself. Thus in a year, Nian Bing would become thin and again change back into that originally delicate and refined youngster. What kind of smell could the food cooked by a novice produce? It is perhaps impossible for anyone to not lose weight after having tasted delicious food and then having tasted the food that a novice produced; it would be truly difficult to swallow.

Two years of time had given Nian Bing a solid foundation. From the start of his third year, he had already entered the formal process of learning the culinary skill. What Zha Ji demanded of him was exceptionally strict. Practice everyday would always leave Nian Bing utterly exhausted. Nightly meditations would be his greatest rest. Not only could he recover from his tiredness, during the process of meditation and and learning culinary skill, his spiritual power progressed not one bit slower than his magic power. The greater the time spent learning, the more mystical Nian Bing's display of culinary skill became. Zha Ji's mind actually stored all methods of cooking, like a deep and immeasurable ocean. Nian Bing appeared to have already forgotten his hatred, and was wholeheartedly absorbed in learning culinary skills. Under Zha Ji's guidance, his understanding gradually grew, and he became capable of frequently proposing a few novel opinions and was engaging Zha Ji in deep discussions of a mutual level. At last, in the fifth year, Nian Bing was already no longer completely learning from Zha Ji, but rather was discussing with Zha Ji, gradually combining magic and culinary skill. Like this, not only could he promote his culinary skill, but this was also the best method of practicing his control of magic power. All of the magic fused with his cooking to repeatedly create gourmet dishes, and attached to his body were the inherited Demon Chef's skills.