Stir-Fried Pork with Chili Peppers

The Evil Wolf, who had been closely watching the situation, wiped sweat from his brow.

In ordinary times, how would they have known what setting up a stall was like?

He couldn’t help but silently admire Ancient Bear in his heart.

What a clever little devil.

Immediately, another order was issued.

Upon receiving the command, the demons hurriedly prepared ingredients, clearly unwilling to follow in Ancient Bear’s footsteps.

"Oh, and there’s also wine—that fiend wants wine too!"

Evil Wolf was stumped by the next challenge.

In a city of demons, where on earth would they find wine?

After pacing back and forth for a long time, he finally had an idea.

He went deep into the main hall, where dark energy surged forth. With a rumbling sound, an altar slowly rose from the ground.

Evil Wolf quickly stepped onto the altar and placed his palm on the stone carving beside it.

Black light swirled around him.

In an instant, Evil Wolf found himself in an underground cavern.

Inside the cavern, a mass of black mist sat coiled in meditation.

At that moment, Evil Wolf began arguing with the black mist. Frustrated, he kicked the mist and snatched a wine jug from its grasp.

"You old fool! Useless at your age! The entire Demon City has been feeding you for nothing, and now you’re being stingy over a single jug of human medicinal wine? Hand it over!"

With the wine jug now in his possession, Evil Wolf heaved a sigh of relief.

According to the old thing, this wine had been seized from some powerful human and was supposedly extremely precious. But Evil Wolf couldn’t care less.

Right now, doing whatever it took to placate that fiend was all that mattered.

Returning to the main hall, Evil Wolf jogged over and handed the wine jug to a subordinate.

The subordinate passed it to the next demon, who then handed it to another, and so on. After being relayed through many demons—and with Yi Feng impatiently urging them on—the jug finally made its way to his table.

"The wine is good!"

"But this bear paw..."

Yi Feng stared at the charred, blackened bear paw, his appetite completely gone.

"Boss, your cooking skills are terrible!"

"Look at what you’ve done to this bear paw. Are you even a real street vendor?"

Yi Feng couldn’t help but complain.

The phrase "fake vendor" nearly gave Ancient Bear and Evil Wolf a heart attack.

Fortunately, Yi Feng only grumbled a bit and didn’t press the issue further, allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief.

Still, it served as a wake-up call for Evil Wolf and the others!

Not only did they need to prepare high-quality ingredients, but they also had to master the art of cooking to satisfy that fiend.

Another order was issued.

This prompted the entire Demon City to start researching how to cook.

Evil Wolf, of course, didn’t slack off either. He even expended his cultivation energy and enlisted other demons to set up a time-altering formation in the main hall.

A month inside the formation equaled just a single day outside, buying them precious time.

Led by Evil Wolf, the elite demons of the city pored over the scant human culinary knowledge they had, relying on hearsay to learn that cooking required oil, salt, and seasonings. After hastily gathering these, they set up countless woks in the main hall.

For three or four days within the time formation, the hall was a flurry of activity—vegetables flying, chopping boards clattering, knives hacking away...

As high-level demons with intelligence surpassing that of ordinary humans, they quickly devised numerous cooking methods and disseminated them, ensuring the street vendors were well-prepared.

Except for one thing.

Evil Wolf had absolutely no talent for cooking. After seven full days, he hadn’t produced a single decent dish.

Either too salty, too bland, or burnt to a crisp.

Yet he stubbornly refused to give up, determined to conquer this challenge.

Finally, after another half-day, Evil Wolf let out a triumphant roar.

"Done!"

He removed his apron and proudly presented a plate of stir-fried pork with peppers.

After seven days of effort and 858 failed attempts, he had finally succeeded in making this one dish.

"Try it, Leader Zhu!"

Evil Wolf handed the plate to the Boar Demon Clan’s leader.

Trembling, Leader Zhu picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, then immediately gave a thumbs-up.

"Perfect, perfect. A delicacy fit for the heavens."

Despite the overwhelming saltiness, Leader Zhu praised it with utmost sincerity.

"Really?" Evil Wolf asked eagerly.

"Absolutely! This stir-fried pork with peppers is the best dish we’ve made so far," Leader Zhu quickly replied, terrified that Evil Wolf might take his dissatisfaction as a reason to keep cooking.

Inwardly, he couldn’t help but lament Evil Wolf’s complete lack of culinary talent—and his utter lack of self-awareness.

"Well, in that case, my work on stir-fried pork with peppers is complete!"

"Someone! Write down my recipe and distribute it throughout the city. Everyone must learn it!"

Evil Wolf issued the command, brimming with excitement and satisfaction at his culinary achievement.

Hearing this, Leader Zhu shed tears of relief.

Sniff...

At last, Evil Wolf was done with stir-fried pork with peppers. If this had gone on any longer, the Boar Demon Clan might have gone extinct.

"Leader Zhu, your clan has suffered greatly," Evil Wolf said, patting his shoulder consolingly. "Once that fiend leaves, I’ll make sure your clan is duly rewarded!"

"Thank you, Evil Wolf!" Leader Zhu said gratefully.

But he was terrified that Evil Wolf might move on to another stir-fry dish.

Not daring to say it outright, he quickly changed tactics. "Evil Wolf, you’ve worked so hard lately. Why not leave the cooking research to us underlings? You should take a well-deserved rest."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Evil Wolf waved him off, his expression serious. "With a great enemy at our gates, everyone must contribute. As the city’s ruler, how could I possibly rest?"

With that, he tied his apron back on and rolled up his sleeves. "Watch closely—next up, stir-fried tomatoes and eggs!"

Hearing this, the Boar Demon Clan sighed in relief.

But beside them, the Chicken Demon Clan’s leader fainted on the spot.