Pots, pans, bowls, utensils, food, and medicinal ingredients lay scattered everywhere in the kitchen. Song Tianjing had dark circles under his eyes. He hadn’t slept for five days, completely absorbed in the Comprehensive Culinary Compendium, to the point of losing track of time.

Of course, part of it was also due to his inability to distinguish dreams and reality.

Song Tianjing opened the windows. The early morning sunlight wasn’t too intense, yet it still felt dazzling to him.

“Oh no! I got so engrossed in studying the recipes that I almost forgot about today’s Spirit Chef Exam!”

To participate in the Spirit Chef Competition, one must first become a certified spirit chef. He absolutely couldn’t miss the exam!

Without bothering to tidy up the kitchen, he rushed straight to the exam venue.

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