Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

"No worries, I was so drunk after returning that I passed out and just woke up. My head still hurts a bit now."

Jason said, deliberately rubbing his temples.

"Then, Master Mu, please get plenty of rest."

"We'll meet at the Martial Arts Street Square in three days."

Chen Tong finished speaking and cupped his hands in farewell.

"See you in three days."

After Jason returned the gesture, Chen Tong and his two companions turned and left.

Jason didn't go back immediately; he watched their backs until they disappeared, then turned to head back to the kitchen.

On the small square table, new soy milk had been prepared, and buns once again filled the plate.

Jason sat down, casually tossed the invitation card on the table, and picked up the soy milk.

"Master, do we have to attend?"

The young girl hesitated as she saw the invitation.

"Yes."

Jason nodded.

"Then you must be careful."

"That Chen Tong harbors ill intentions."

The girl said.

"How do you know?"

Jason looked at the girl curiously, wanting to know this skillful girl's unique insight or whether she had any clues.

"When he looks at people, he's smiling, but his eyes seem like they want to devour someone—as I escaped from famine, I met many such people, none of whom leave anything behind. Daling, who fled with me before, was deceived by such a person, resulting in him and his siblings being misled into an abandoned temple, never to come out."

"That person even tried to trick me, but fortunately, I was clever enough to pretend to agree, then ran to a crowded place when he wasn't looking, and quietly slipped out of the gathering."

"Otherwise, Master, you wouldn't have met Dou Bao."

The girl spoke in a hushed voice.

Even at this point, she still looked as if she had lingering fears.

"Dou Bao?"

Jason was taken aback.

"Ah, what's the matter, Master?"

"Not enough soy milk? Or not enough buns?"

"I prepared a tub of soy milk and fifty buns, even the Master couldn't finish all that."

As she spoke, the girl proudly lifted her head.

Jason quietly memorized this distinctive name before opening his mouth to swallow the last bun on the plate and lightly tapped the table.

Dou Bao was instantly attracted.

Then, she was dumbfounded.

"Where are the buns?"

"There were just ten of them!"

Dou Bao muttered foolishly to herself.

Jason smiled without saying a word, pointing to the kitchen.

...

Chen Tong quickly left the 'Mu-style Martial Arts School', gripping his folding fan tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Yet on the surface, he maintained a smile.

Inwardly, he was cursing Peng Liang.

"Bastard!"

"Couldn't even handle such a small matter!"

"Absolutely useless!"

The more Chen Tong thought, the angrier he got, but his expression remained unchanged.

As he reached the street side, he raised his hand.

"Rickshaw!"

A follower next to him called out loudly, and immediately, a two-wheeled cart pulled by a single person came running over.

"Mr. Chen, where to?"

The driver clearly recognized Chen Tong and immediately asked with his head bowed and back bent.

"To the Chen Residence."

Chen Tong said.

He didn't specify an exact address, but Chen Tong believed that anyone who knew him would also know where he lived.

And indeed, that was the case.

"Alright, have a seat."

The driver said as he pulled the cart.

"Go find Peng Liang for me."

As the cart started moving, Chen Tong instructed one of the followers.

This follower immediately took a detour back to Martial Arts Street.

Although he didn't know what Chen Tong intended, the follower, well aware of Chen Tong's nature, knew it was definitely not something good, so discretion was necessary.

Another follower gestured, and two brawny men who were standing far by the roadside quickly ran over, following the rickshaw to the Chen Residence.

Obviously, these two brawny men also belonged to Chen Tong.

Unlike the hand-to-hand followers, the two brawny men's waists were bulging, clearly carrying weapons.

The Chen Residence wasn't far from Martial Arts Street.

Two streets later, they reached the Chen Residence.

At the entrance stood stone lions, but no plaque was hung, although four burly men stood in front of the door, making their presence known, so everyone took a detour.

Chen Tong got off the cart and walked straight into the residence.

The driver bowed low in farewell.

Chen Tong didn't pay for the ride.

The driver didn't ask for a fare either.

Everything was just as it should be.

Chen Tong walked all the way back to his room, waved away the servants and followers, and then threw the folding fan in his hand onto the table.

Smack!

With a crisp sound, Chen Tong sat down heavily in a chair, breathing heavily, picked up a tea bowl, took a sip, and in annoyance, smashed the bowl to the ground.

Smash!

Tea splashed, porcelain shards scattered.

Outside the door, the remaining follower and two bodyguards exchanged glances, completely clueless about what had happened.

However, when the other follower arrived with Peng Liang, he kept signaling.

The other follower immediately understood.

"Master Peng, Mr. Chen is not in a good mood today, you'd better be careful."

The follower slowed his pace, warning Peng Liang.

Peng Liang was a stocky middle-aged man, shorter than most by half a head but much more heavily built, walking like a water barrel.

"Thanks for the advice."

Peng Liang's face was full of pockmarks, and he flashed a smile like a toad opening its mouth.

Then, he took out four silver coins, stuffing them into the follower's hand.

"No need, no need."

"You're too kind."

The follower said these words, but his hands didn't hesitate, directly pocketing the four silver coins.

Of course, before pocketing them, he showed them to his colleagues.

Immediately, the other follower and the two bodyguards smiled.

The four watched Peng Liang walk into the room and quickly gathered around.

"One each."

The previous follower took out the silver coins.

"Master Peng isn't stingy."

One of the bodyguards remarked.

"Stingy?"

"Each student pays ten silver coins a month, how many students does he have? Seventy or eighty people, he's hardly short of money."

Another bodyguard added.

"Moreover, he relies on our Mr. Chen, so giving more is only right."

The follower remarked.

"What did Mr. Chen want?"

The bodyguard asked the two followers.

Compared to the bodyguards, these two followers were undoubtedly more trusted.

"No idea, Mr. Chen is busy with something big lately, but whatever it is, Mr. Chen will definitely handle it, we just need to serve him well."

The follower shook his head.

"Exactly."

"With us guarding here, who could possibly harm Mr. Chen?"

The bodyguard said confidently.

Meanwhile, in the room, Chen Tong stared at Peng Liang with a menacing gaze.

The short and stout Peng Liang's forehead was slick with sweat.

"Mr. Chen, what do you need from me?"

Peng Liang asked, bracing himself.

Smack!

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sharp slap.

Chen Tong hit Peng Liang across the face.

Peng Liang was stunned by the blow.

He held his face, bewildered, looking at Chen Tong.

"You have the nerve to ask me what I need?"

"What about the task I gave you yesterday, how did you handle it?"

Chen Tong lowered his voice, asking fiercely.

The task he gave me?

Which one?

Peng Liang was even more puzzled. He had followed all of Chen Tong's orders and did so flawlessly.

Whether it was collecting protection fees or dealing with that disobedient fellow at the dock by drowning him in the sea, he had done it.

And nobody had found out either.

Chen Tong looked at his subordinate, infuriated.

Such a foolish subordinate, if it wasn't for his skills, he would have been replaced long ago.

"About that country bumpkin."

Chen Tong reminded.

"Didn't that country bumpkin die?"

"I hung him from the rafter to make sure he was dead before I left."

Peng Liang looked astonished.

"Are you sure?"

Chen Tong frowned.

"Absolutely sure!"

"Don't you know how I work? I made sure he was dead before leaving."

Peng Liang replied with certainty.

"Then did I see a ghost? Just now I..."

Chen Tong said in confusion, his words trailing off as he saw Peng Liang staring in horror behind him. Almost instinctively, Chen Tong ran forward.

Or rather, ran towards behind Peng Liang.

Turning around?

That would be a dead end.

His relatively rich experience told Chen Tong what he should do.

But...

A large hand moved even faster, covering his face, pulling him back.

With his neck bent backward, Chen Tong crashed into the chest of his assailant like hitting steel, sending shakes through his entire body. At the same time, he saw the face of the attacker.

No.

To be precise, he saw the mask the attacker was wearing.

Odd-looking, it was...

An ice hockey mask.