latelenovela Chapter 357 Eat quickly! The bandits are coming!
Chapter 357 Eat quickly! The bandits are coming!
Zhong Ming stared blankly at the seemingly otherworldly bandit in front of him.
After shouting a couple of times at the sky, he yelled, "You bastard, I'll eat first!" Then he opened his mouth wide, revealing a row of wildly grown teeth, blew a breath, and a jet of water shot out from the pot of fish soup, pouring it directly into the old man's mouth.
"Senior? You can just say you want some..."
"Bullshit, when have I ever asked anyone for permission to eat?"
The old man, disregarding all decorum, gulped down the entire pot of fish soup in a flash. Satisfied, he patted his belly, shook his head, and said to the two servants who were preparing the fish, "You two, go report to the top-floor kitchen."
After saying that, he disappeared in a flash. The group looked at each other in disbelief. This robbery... you're really skilled at it.
Zhong Ming silently made a mental note of it.
At this moment, the lay Buddhist Sanyi finally managed to get up from the ground, shouting, "Which bastard pushed me! I'll beat him to death... Where's the fish soup! Such a big pot of fish soup!"
The lay Buddhist Sanyi was so heartbroken he cried out in grief and indignation, "Who is it?!"
The female cultivator next to him, who had been hiding under the table, finally peeked out, her hairpin almost getting mixed up with the tableware.
"It seems to be... Master Duowen."
The hermit instantly fell silent, his face filled with depression, and he cried out in his heart in regret, how could he have forgotten that there was such a glutton here.
He became lifeless, slumped in his chair with a blank expression, exuding an aura of being abandoned by the whole world.
Zhong Ming laughed instead, “My fate is not in my own hands, my luck is not in my own hands, but at least I left a trace and ate a few bites of sashimi, didn’t I? Those two, if you have finished your work, go and report according to that senior’s orders, and remember to call two more servants.”
At this moment, the two servants went from fear to surprise, then to gratitude, and finally, like thieves, they secretly pointed to the other small cooking pots.
Compared to the fish soup container, these smaller ones look like condiment bowls.
They moved their lips, but Zhong Ming's lip-reading skills were disastrous; he could only roughly make out two words from the string of words: "There's more."
At this moment, the Layman of Sanyi was overwhelmed with grief. Faced with Zhong Ming's words of comfort, he could only weakly say, "Fellow Daoist, you seem to have a good outlook."
Then he saw Zhong Ming tiptoeing to a small pot.
He immediately realized that the fish offal and other such things were still there.
To prevent another surprise attack by some elusive bandit, the two quickly stood next to the two pots. Zhong Ming counted them; there were exactly seven pots, one for each person. They could start eating as soon as they opened the pots and not hesitate.
"Snapped!"
Zhang Youcai, who was in a coma, was awakened by a slap. He had been overwhelmed by the abundant spiritual energy and was still dizzy. He subconsciously stood up when he saw Captain Zhong Ming.
Zhong Ming handed him a pot, "You start eating as soon as I start, as quickly as possible, don't hesitate."
The two servants exchanged a tense glance and noticed that the Layman Sanyi had chosen the largest pot... Both servants reached out to pull him back, signaling him to change to another pot, but he became unusually stubborn, his feet firmly planted on the ground.
That's it.
Master Cuihong is right, it's all about timing and fate, everyone has to rely on their destiny!
There was nothing the two servants could do but pray that this person wouldn't be too violent when he got angry.
Zhong Ming took out a spirit stone, twirled it in front of everyone, pointed it to the ground, and then gently tossed it up.
This is a common rule for starting a battle in the cultivation world. Almost everyone except Zhang Youcai understood it. However, Zhang Youcai had one advantage: he did whatever Zhong Ming did.
The moment the spirit stone landed, everyone opened the lid and started eating. Zhong Ling opened the lid and buried his head in the small pot. The pot almost had to be renamed "Food Trough".
The hermit of Sanyi was even more ruthless; he tilted his head back and poured the whole bowl in.
"Hey, this is... fish liver." Zhong Ming felt he had made a great deal. This stuff was amazing. It was fine and soft, far superior to mousse. It had a smooth texture and a rich aroma. It truly deserved to be called a delicacy.
The two servants knew perfectly well what they were eating: one was fried fish scales, and the other was a variety of offal, essentially scraps.
After swallowing it all in one gulp, Zhang Youcai fainted again. Judging from the food residue in the corner of his mouth, it should be the wing of a flying fish.
Ah Bao lay on the ground, twitching "happily," having eaten the fish's eyes and lips; the scraps from the fish head were the real prize.
The female cultivator blushed and finished the whole pot of fish intestines in one go. This was... this was too embarrassing! The taste was too authentic! What was she going to do when they were about to kiss?
She turned her head slightly to look at the male cultivator, only to see him standing there motionless with his head tilted back and mouth wide open.
"Hey, Lao Guo, it's burning again... Goodbye." A certain "robber" flashed across the ground, his movements incredibly fast.
At this point, the servant, both timid and wanting to laugh, weakly explained, "This is fried fish bones... and the oil from frying the fish..."
Wow, Zhong Ming couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
"You're really something, Master Sanyi! You just poured a whole pot of immortal oil in one go?!"
Suddenly, spiritual energy flickered on his body, and a crisp cracking sound came from his throat.
It turned out that a fish bone was stuck in his throat, and he crushed it to pieces with his physique enhanced by spiritual power.
He was disheveled, but not very angry. He grabbed the wine jug and chugged the whole thing down, then slumped comfortably in his seat, shouting, "Awesome!!!"
We had a great time today; if we continued, it would be unbearable.
“Fellow Daoist, it is truly a pleasure to meet you today. However, my Daoist skills are insufficient and my cultivation level is poor. After consuming these spiritual items, I must refine them… Fellow Daoist Cuihong, this is my token. I will repay you for today’s feast another day.”
After finishing his words, Layman Sanyi clasped his hands in a salute. Clearly, he could no longer withstand the impact of the spiritual energy within his body. He picked up the female cultivator and hurriedly rushed into the high city, disappearing from sight.
Zhong Ming drank quite a bit of alcohol, but... he wasn't drunk.
Leaving now?
Shouldn't we tidy up a bit more?
If you don't tidy up, I'll take it all!
Pack up! This is a huge set of luxurious tables and chairs! The sofa is even a magical artifact; I've never used anything like it in my life! And this one-zhang-long green cat is really big.
Zhong Ming jumped up immediately. Although he felt uncomfortable due to the accumulation of spiritual energy in his abdomen, he still endured the pain and first put the surrounding plates, tables and chairs into his storage bag.
"Please, gentlemen, do as you please. Remember to call for two more servants to come over."
The two servants exchanged a glance and then knelt down before Zhong Ming.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on here...?"
"Master Cuihong, you have set aside past grievances and bestowed upon us a great fortune. We are deeply grateful. If you have any requests, we will go through fire and water for you..."
"Go away, say something nice. What do you mean by climbing a mountain of knives? You'd be more like slicing meat and putting it in a hot pot. We'll meet again someday. If I ever become successful, I'll come to the royal banquet and find you two in the kitchen."
Zhong Ming waved his hand, indicating that if everything was alright, they should hurry up and leave so as not to miss their orders.
The two bowed repeatedly and respectfully handed the Golden Wind Demon Core to Zhong Ming. This thing was useless, no different from an ordinary demon core, and could only be kept as a collectible.
After they said goodbye, only the unconscious Zhang Youcai and Zhong Ming, who was deep in thought while holding a fishing rod, remained on the small platform.