CHAPTER 85: CHAPTER 85

Everything was ready. Two dough bases were spread with pizza sauce, two with herb mayonnaise, and after sprinkling mozzarella cheese on each, Chen Muxue took out the Heavenly Heart Begonia Fruit, sliced open a few, and placed them on the ones with pizza sauce.

Fei Ying’s pupils contracted as he watched. What kind of operation was this? Did Cen Lizhui not tell her the preciousness and use of the Heavenly Heart Begonia?

No way, Chen Muxue is the Sect Leader of Qian Ding Sect. Even though Qian Ding Sect has declined over the years, weren’t they primarily focused on Elixir-making? She shouldn’t be unaware of this, right?

Could there be some mystery in this?

Cen Lizhui himself felt a bit unsure. He wasn’t certain if this could result in anything, but he had observed for so many days and had never seen Chen Muxue open a furnace for Alchemy. He only ever saw her casually produce some Elixir while cooking.

Earlier, the sauce made from tomatoes was also mixed with some medicinal ingredients, so it should have... at least some effect, right?

Chen Muxue didn’t think too much about it. She just felt that the sour taste of the Begonia Fruit should complement the pizza sauce. Originally, she would have used cherry tomatoes, but she found Cen Lizhui’s suggestion appealing. Who knows, maybe someone would appreciate the Heavenly Heart Begonia for its worth? It’s ten thousand taels, after all, and they only used a few.

The remaining Begonia Fruit was carefully stored by Chen Muxue for Xiaohua to keep safe later.

Qian Ding Sect is poor. Even as Sect Leader, she doesn’t have a Storage Magic Artifact, but Xiaohua can mysteriously hide various things and quickly retrieve them when needed, keeping them safe from thieves.

Uh, but why does Chen Muxue feel that thieves always seem to target Xiaohua?

The other two dough bases spread with herb mayonnaise were mixed with leftover egg whites from making the mayonnaise. A few slices of sausage were also placed on the ones with pizza sauce before they were ready to be baked.

Surprisingly, the sweet and dry Cantonese sausages were more suitable here; the Sichuan-style spicy ones didn’t harmonize well with the tomato pizza sauce.

Since there was no oven, Chen Muxue looked at the stove’s interior size and tapped the iron wok: "Can you shrink a bit?"

The iron wok obediently shrank to an appropriate size, even thoughtfully concealing its handle, making it easier to place inside.

Cen Lizhui couldn’t help but feel that it truly was a Divine Artifact, while Fei Ying outside the window discovered the extraordinary nature of the wok for the first time.

Why does it look exactly like an ordinary iron wok, yet unexpectedly has a mind of its own? Fei Ying squinted to examine it closely but still couldn’t see anything special about the wok. Its material didn’t seem rare; moreover, no Spiritual Energy was visible flowing over the wok. How could it possess intelligence?

To think it’s even a Magic Artifact—no wonder Miss Chen carries it around daily. He previously thought it was just a chef’s peculiar habit!

Chen Muxue wasn’t entirely sure it would work, but seeing the wok’s confident demeanor, she proceeded to insert the entire thing into the stove as a makeshift oven.

There wasn’t a need to bake for long, just five to six minutes. Once the egg whites solidified, they could be removed, followed by placing a decorative egg yolk on top. Considering the ancient taste preference and that eggs in this world couldn’t be aseptic, Chen Muxue re-baked to cook the yolk thoroughly.

Thanks to Xiaohu’s Spiritual Power fueling the flame, there was no concern of stove ash, and it even prevented the accumulated ashes from the stove from affecting the cooking surface.

After baking, the fragrance of wheat mixed with the topping’s aroma spread out. Everyone had never smelled such a scent, their minds continually guessing what the flavor might be, like invisible feathers softly tickling their hearts.