At the Bamboo House, cooking smoke curled upward.
In the kitchen, steam rose from the soup.
In front of the stove pit, Chuyan was feeding the fire under the hotpot and singing, when a huge black furry thing suddenly smashed through the bamboo-film window and charged headfirst into the kitchen.
She got up and looked, only to see the giant bird's backside stuck on the windowsill, its enormous head having smashed the pot lid to smithereens. Soup from the pot had splashed all over the floor.
The Black Chicken Spirit Ginseng Soup she had painstakingly stewed for two hours had been smashed just like that...
Chuyan's little face went rigid. Then she reacted, and in the time it took for sparks to fly from flint, she casually picked up the smooth, sharp wok spatula and chopped through the bird's neck with one stroke.
A smooth wok spatula... barely counted as a sliding shovel too.
Still too furious to let it go, she grabbed the enormous bird head and, taking three steps in two, quickly ran onto Sword Plaza.
Her little face brimming with anger, she flung the bird head, stained with White Soup and fresh blood, onto the ground. Bloodiness and rich fragrance intertwined, giving off an extremely bizarre smell.
"Whose bird is this? It smashed my soup pot!"
Sword Plaza was deathly silent.
Only the faint rustle of the breeze brushing through pine needles could be heard.
Lingzhou Yue held her wine suspended in midair, straightened up, and looked around, not quite understanding what had happened either.
Heishi's face had gone green. For a moment, his mouth opened and closed, and for a long while he could not get a word out.
Ta Hongzi covered her right eye, gritting her teeth and enduring the sharp pain, barely keeping herself