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After everyone finished their tasks, it was already late at night. Lin told everyone to go to sleep since they had an early start the next day.
Yuming had already booked a hotel nearby, close to Ding Xian Pavilion, making it convenient for Ming's activities, so everyone left together.
Fatty was the most enthusiastic, circling around Lu Meimei, calling himself her "flower protector," and he first took Lu Meimei and Qin Wei to the hotel.
"Dream Source, you should go rest with Poverty Old Man and the others."
Seeing Moe Source hesitating, Lin urged her.
"What about you?"
Dream Source frowned slightly, knowing Lin was more exhausted than anyone else.
"I still need to wait here for a bit; Broth is still simmering. I'll keep an eye on it, and once it's done, I'll go rest."
"Then I'll keep you company."
Lin Qing smiled and pushed her to leave quickly. He patted the three on his shoulder and said, "Don't worry about me; I still have Three with me."
As soon as those words left his mouth, both felt a bit strange. "Having Three with me..." It was surprising that Lin could say that.
Eventually, Lin managed to send Dream Source away, but when she left, her gaze towards Lin felt odd.
...
Once everyone had left, Lin patted the three on his shoulder and sighed, "A sleepless night! Can I really sleep after coming here for the Feast?"
For those trivial matters, Lin Ke remained unfazed; even if something collapsed, he wouldn't take a glance and would instead head to the market to buy groceries.
However, as soon as it involved cooking, Lin would transform into a different person, embodying a chef with a machine-like personality between his main persona and Ink Projection.
Focused and meticulous were the basics, but more importantly, he could work continuously like a machine.
"Uh, uh."
San's head lifted, its pair of bean-sized eyes fixed on Lin, seemingly confused.
Seeing San's silly expression, Lin chuckled and walked into the back kitchen alone.
"Clang."
The metal door closed behind him, and Lin's solitary figure busied itself in the kitchen. He either examined the ingredients or looked at the models for garnishing and plating, making adjustments here and there, never stopping.
The road to success requires diligence and an acceptance of solitude. What Lin was doing now was the foundation for his journey to becoming a Culinary God.
...
Indeed, he had stayed up all night, completing everything he could in advance. He had been busy in the back kitchen for an entire night, with the trash bin beside him filled with empty cans of Super Red Bull.
At dawn, the first person to arrive at Ding Xian Pavilion was not a waiter or a customer but the hurried Dream Source.
She stood in front of Lin Mian, her face puffed up with anger, glaring at him with amber-colored eyes. Lin could only smile awkwardly and say, "Alien, why are you here so early..."
"You didn't sleep all night?"
"This is busy work; don't let anything go wrong. I need to check carefully..."
Lin noticed that Dream Source's expression was becoming increasingly grim.
"If you don't sleep, you'll wear your body down. You still haven't recovered from the aftereffects of using Starburst last time, and you're acting like this!"
Looking at Dream Source's face, Lin scratched his head, unsure how to respond. There were no secrets between him and Dream Source; nothing could escape her psychic perception.
"If you do this again next time, I'll make you pay!"
"Make me pay? How else can you punish me?"
Lin grinned. Although Dream Source's tone was a bit harsh, hearing it warmed Lin's heart.
Dream Source paused for a moment. She had only been speaking out of anger, but when Lin asked, her big eyes turned, and an idea formed in her mind. She leaned close to Lin's ear and whispered a few words.
"What? Slippery... No, where did you learn all this?"
Lin's face suddenly changed, turning a deep shade of red as he gritted his teeth.
Meanwhile, Dream Source's face flushed slightly as she whispered, "Don't worry about that. Listen, this method can help you... Hmph! If you dare to mess around again, we'll see what happens!"
With that, Dream Source elegantly turned and left, leaving Lin standing there in a daze.
"You've changed, Dream Source. You're not just an alien; you're a very annoying alien..."
Staring at Dream Source's retreating figure, Lin fell into deep thought. It seemed that after awakening her memories, Dream Source was no longer so innocent; he would have to come up with new ways to deal with her!
As time passed, the light had brightened, and Yuming and the others returned to Ding Xian Pavilion. Today was the day of the Feast, and everyone appeared to be busy.
The chefs had also arrived, but Lin had no interest in dealing with the guests; he was fully immersed in the preparations alongside the chefs.
At that moment, the kitchen resembled a battlefield with flying dust, and Lin was like a general strategizing from behind the scenes.
In contrast to the tense yet orderly atmosphere in the kitchen, the front of Ding Xian Pavilion was chaotic, filled with various people coming to witness the much-talked-about "Whole Deer Feast."
The first to arrive were the media. The news online had been so hot that for them, this was prime material for front-page stories, leading them to swarm in.
A hundred or so personnel held cameras and recording devices, shouting loudly at the entrance, all wanting to interview Lin. If no one stopped them, they would have rushed in and overwhelmed the kitchen.
Following closely were fan groups who came out of admiration. Whether fans of Lin or Fatty, many had arrived, even fans of Lü Liang joined in on the excitement, surrounding Ding Xian Pavilion tightly.
The crowd around Ding Xian Pavilion continued to grow, with onlookers stopping to enjoy the spectacle.
The situation here had caused severe traffic congestion; all parking spaces were full, and even aerial flight paths were congested. Numerous Flying Cars hovered in mid-air with nowhere to land.
Fatty, usually able to handle crowds well, was now at a loss. He tried his best to calm down the fans and prevent them from rushing into Ding Xian Pavilion, temporarily stabilizing the situation.
However, as time went on, things did not improve; instead, more and more people gathered. They seemed unfazed by the crowding and were excitedly eager to see what was happening.
Finally, Yuming could no longer tolerate it. If this continued, guests would be unable to enter. More importantly, there was no telling when reporters might rush in; if they really stormed into the kitchen, it would surely infuriate Lin—he would be ready to wield Willow Whisper against them!
Grinding his teeth, Yuming activated his communicator and spoke in a low voice: "Prepare an elite task force for me; surround Ding Xian Pavilion!"
Within ten minutes of the communication being sent out, a piercing alarm sounded from the top of Ding Xian Pavilion.
Dozens of armored flying vehicles appeared immediately, their engines roaring like beasts as they surrounded the entire Ding Xian Pavilion, first dispersing the surrounding Flying Cars.
A few Flying Cars remained to patrol, while the others descended to mid-air. Hundreds of guards from the Warrior Exchange disembarked fully armed and gathered in front of Yuming.
"Report, Commander! The Special Operations Team is in position! Please give instructions!"
"First, disperse the crowd to a hundred meters away."
Yuming ordered, and these warriors immediately complied. They were all armed personnel carrying firearms and equipped with vibrating light swords. It would be easy to label any onlookers as "rioters," allowing for arrests or even immediate executions.
In this era where strength reigns supreme, reason is often disregarded. Society grants warriors a distorted position of power.
With this, Yuming and his team felt emboldened, and the onlookers obediently retreated.
Once the crowd was dispersed, traffic was blocked off. All three routes—upper, middle, and lower—were sealed off; no unrelated vehicles were allowed near Ding Xian Pavilion.
The situation had escalated significantly; even a visit from the High Civilization Envoy was met with such an arrangement. This assertive setup immediately elevated the status of the Whole Deer Feast to its peak!
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