The Demon’s Menu
Chapter 1030: Dumplings - Soaring Dragon! (2)

As for Jason?

At this moment, he had already sat up straight, his nose twitching constantly.

The scent!

Such a delightful fragrance!

Jason was completely captivated by the aroma, his gaze turning towards the kitchen.

"Why would such precious food be offered to us?"

The female detective asked cautiously.

Although the glowing culinary pavilion didn’t look like a shady place, some things still needed to be clarified.

After all, they no longer had the capability to spend 70,000+.

Even if they did, they wouldn’t just give it away for free.

"Because it’s touching."

"It’s because our boss was moved seeing you all traveling with friends."

"That’s why it was inspired."

The lobby manager explained and then asked again.

"Do you need it served right now?"

"Serve it."

Jason agreed immediately.

"Alright!"

The lobby manager turned and ran towards the kitchen.

In a short while, he came out pushing a cart.

The cart was a food trolley.

On the cart, only the top layer had a basket still steaming hot.

Similar to a basket used for small steamed buns.

"Excuse me."

As he lifted the bamboo curtain, the lobby manager said.

Then, he carefully placed the basket, which seemed to hold only 8-10 small buns, on the just-cleared table.

"Shall I open it now?"

The lobby manager asked.

"Go ahead."

Everyone nodded.

The lobby manager immediately pinched the top of the bamboo steamer and then pulled it up sharply—

Whoosh!

Dense steam burst forth, and instantly, the basket was obscured.

Then—

Roar!

Roar roar!

Roar roar roar!

Deep yet lingering roars resonated, accompanied by the white steam spreading.

"What’s this?"

Hui Lijing, seeing the sudden scene unfold, couldn’t help but widen her eyes.

And then, she involuntarily opened her mouth.

Dragon!

A dragon appeared within the steam.

Rising with its head held high.

As if soaring to the heavens.

Covering all corners of the universe.

The dragon’s roar resounded through the heavens.

The sounds of the dragon’s roar still echoed in her ears, and in front of Hui Lijing, a divine dragon had already soared into the sky.

But, as soon as Hui Lijing blinked her eyes, she saw nothing.

All there was in front of her was a basket of steamed dumplings.

Wrapped with shrimp heads and tails.

But the scene just now?

An illusion?

Hui Lijing looked puzzled.

She turned her head to look at the old monk from Tongshou Temple.

The old monk from Tongshou Temple clasped his hands and looked towards the lobby manager.

"Is this the legendary ’Rising Dragon Dumplings’?"

The old monk asked.

"Yes."

"These are the special ’Rising Dragon Dumplings’ crafted by our boss for you all."

"Please taste them."

As the words fell, the wind picked up.

The steam on the table was stirred by an extremely swift arm, creating a rolling motion, and the rising dragon dumplings in the basket had already disappeared, leaving only the sound of Jason chewing.

"Good, delicious!"

Jason, feeling the collision between his teeth and the shrimp, was completely joyful.

And what made him even more delighted was the words before his eyes—

[Swallowed ’Rising Dragon Dumplings’ (Master meticulously cooked)]

[Physical Strength, Energy, Moderate Recovery of Injuries!]

[Satiety +5]

[Satiety: 724]

...

"5 points of satiety?"

Light sparkled in Jason’s eyes.

It’s not unusual for ’food’ to provide +5 points of satiety.

But for regular food to bring about 5 points of satiety was truly unique.

In Jason’s understanding, regular food can only cause a qualitative change by accumulating quantity.

"Could it be because of the chef?"

Jason looked at the description ’Master meticulously cooked’.

Almost subconsciously, Jason looked towards the lobby manager.

"Can I meet this chef?"

Jason asked.

"I’m sorry."

"Our boss generally doesn’t see guests."

"And after making a satisfactory dish, our boss has already gone home."

Clearly, this lobby manager had faced such situations before, smoothly responding while bowing apologetically.

A rare look of disappointment appeared on Jason’s face.

However, he didn’t make it difficult for the lobby manager, merely nodding to indicate that he could leave.

After another bow, the lobby manager then left.

"Does it taste really good?"

The female detective asked.

"Better than I imagined."

Jason responded.

The female detective immediately showed a longing in her eyes.

Having the dream of becoming a barista, the female detective naturally has a passion for food.

She also wanted to taste this seemingly magical dish.

But should she actively reach for it?

Sorry, to intrude.

I am a poor person.

I am unworthy.

The female detective always had self-awareness.

And the old monk from Tongshou Temple was sitting there, thinking.

"Master, what’s the matter?"

To divert attention, the female detective asked the old monk.

"The legend says, in some era, someone used cooking to pacify demons."

"That chef made countless delicacies in his life."

"But later, after winning the championship in a cooking competition again, he disappeared with a bunch of friends... Among his much-talked-about dishes, there seems to be this ’Divine Dragon Dumplings’!"

The old monk answered.

"Is there only one Divine Dragon Dumpling?"

"Are there other magical dishes?"

The female detective widened her eyes.

"Yes, there are also Catfish Noodles, Cosmic Siu Mai, Galaxy Noodles, Blooming Rice Crisps, Comet Fried Rice, True Sea Bream Continent Map, and so on."

"But these..."

"Are they just legends?"

The old monk spoke, his tone becoming somewhat less confident.

This lack of confidence was noticed by the observant female detective.

Facing the female detective’s gaze, the old monk honestly said.

"Because the legend says, those who eat these dishes can live forever!"

"Immortality?!"

The female detective exclaimed.

"Yes, immortality."

"Even the great demons cannot achieve this."

"So, I guess it must be a legend."

The old monk nodded.

Jason, however, frowned on the side.

Immortality?

It seemed somewhat inconceivable.

But could it really not exist?

When the body reaches a certain level of physical strength, aging naturally slows down, and in some time period, it appears as so-called ’immortality.’

And can eating achieve this level?

Think about the sense of fullness!

Even death can be revived!

Let alone immortality?

Thus, Jason believed in the legend.

He definitely wasn’t just for the sake of eating Catfish Noodles, Cosmic Siu Mai, Galaxy Noodles, Blooming Rice Crisps, Comet Fried Rice, True Sea Bream Continent Map, and other dishes.

"I really want to meet that chef!"

Jason thought to himself.

Then, his gaze shifted outside the bamboo curtain.

Ryosuke had returned.

He had the scent of medicine and the air of the Mystical Side on him.

Not from food.

But a residue from involvement with secret techniques.

"Not going smoothly?"

Jason asked.

"Very unsmoothly."

"I need to reorganize the plan."

"Consider our previous arrangement canceled!"

Saying this, Ryosuke bowed.

The female detective frowned.

"Hey, you..."

"Alright."

But Jason interrupted her words.

"Sorry."

Having said that, Ryosuke turned and walked away.

"What’s up with him?"

"Jason, you were actually helping him!"

The female detective watched Ryosuke’s back and spoke indignantly.

"Pretentious people are like that."

"Usually, a beating will do."

Jason replied.

The female detective was stunned.

"Usually?"

"What about not usually?"

She asked instinctively.

"Two beatings."

Jason stated confidently.

This statement left the female detective unable to speak.

Meanwhile, the old monk laughed.

It was indeed right to make Jason a Master.

Jason had great wisdom.

Thinking this, he remembered the dying wish of the previous old monk.

Master of Tongshou Temple!

No longer just a fraud.

He could truly be a Master!

Realizing this, the old monk from Tongshou Temple could no longer remain seated.

He solemnly looked at Jason and said—

"Master, please come with me... to receive ’the inheritance of Tongshou Temple’!"