Just then, Zhang Chen suddenly set down his brush and turned toward the basket on his back. Fox Immortal NanNan froze in alarm, not daring to come into contact with him, afraid of being hurt by the golden light on his body. She retreated with a fearful expression.
Zhang Chen calmly walked toward the basket, watching Fox Immortal NanNan from the corner of his eye. Then, unhurriedly arriving before it, he reached out and opened its mouth. He muttered to himself, "This meat should be enough for me to eat for several days. I need to inspect it and see whether the dried meat was properly air-dried. It mustn't grow mold."
Zhang Chen kept examining the dried meat in his hands, turning over each piece. The Fox Spirit was so anxious that she paced in circles, yet she still did not dare approach.
After Zhang Chen finished inspecting the dried meat, he leisurely put it down. Right before the Fox Spirit's eyes, he picked up the basket and carried it over to a wooden chest.
This wooden chest was also called a wardrobe. It resembled a supermarket freezer and had been bought by his father when he married his stepmother, meant purely to put on a good show.
The wardrobe had been built from elm wood three centimeters thick. Its material was incomparably sturdy, and Zhang Chen had long since infused it with golden light.
Zhang Chen opened the cabinet door and, before the Fox Spirit's horrified eyes, stuffed the basket inside. Then he shut the wooden door and lay directly on top of it, muttering softly, "The bed has been tossed into complete chaos anyway. I might as well make do atop the wardrobe for the night."
Seeing Zhang Chen lying atop the wardrobe, the Fox Spirit was instantly