Dinner

Tang San turned back as well, wearing the same expression and equally unable to speak, because Xiao Tianyang's actions were simply too astonishing.

Xiao Tianyang held a knife in each hand—one a Chinese cleaver, the other a Western chef's knife.

With a flick and turn of his hands, portions of ingredients were swiftly prepared and placed onto porcelain plates.

When peeling potatoes and carrots, he used both knives at once. In the blink of an eye, the completely stripped potatoes and carrots dropped into a steel basin.

Meat, seafood, and chicken wings were all cleaned and prepared amid his dazzling movements!

Rather than cooking, it looked more like an artistic performance—so spectacular it was almost unbelievable.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Tianyang deboned a river fish and placed it on a plate. He then turned to grab the sauces and said to Tang San, "Take all that stuff up to the third floor."

"Okay."

Tang San snapped back to his senses and immediately nodded.

"Little San, does Tianyang's family do this for a living?"

Xiao Wu shook her head after speaking. "No, that's not right. Even if they did, it would be impossible for someone so young to be this incredible. Could he be naturally gifted?"

"I don't know either..."

Tang San found it difficult to explain, since he and Xiao Tianyang had only known each other for a little over three months.

It was just that as they spent more and more time together, their bond had gradually deepened, making them seem like companions who had grown up together.

Besides, Xiao Tianyang's original family had been far too inconspicuous.

If not for Xiao Tianyang, Tang San might never even have paid attention to that household.

"That's strange."

Xiao Wu pouted, seemingly unable to figure it out.

"Little San, what are you dawdling for? Bring it up already!"

Xiao Tianyang's voice came from the third floor.

"Alright, I'm coming."

Tang Seng picked up the items, then said to Xiao Wu, "Let's go up first."

Though Xiao Wu was still full of curiosity, she listened to Tang San and carried the prepared ingredients up to the third-floor terrace.

By then, Xiao Tianyang had already set up the grill and lit the charcoal. A round table and a rack stood beside it—the former for eating and the latter for holding sauces.

"Bring the things over. I'm starting to grill."

Tang San handed the items over. He had already skewered them while preparing them earlier, so all that was left was to put them on the grill. It was not too troublesome; the main work lay in the sauces.

Tang San and Xiao Wu sat beside the round table like two curious children, quietly watching Xiao Tianyang perform.

At first, it was nothing much, but as the fragrance gradually spread, Tang San and Xiao Wu could not help swallowing. Their eyes were fixed on the chicken wings, meat chops, and seafood on the grill.

"Brother Tianyang, isn't it ready yet?"

Xiao Wu was getting a little impatient.

"Didn't you say earlier that you weren't looking forward to my cooking?"

Xiao Tianyang turned his head to glance at them and could not help chuckling. "What, changed your mind?"

"Brother Tianyang, I was wrong."

Xiao Wu promptly admitted her mistake, and in return, Xiao Tianyang placed a plate of grilled food before them.

Tang San and Xiao Wu's appetites next left Xiao Tianyang somewhat embarrassed. Not only did they finish every bit of the ingredients he had bought, but even the vegetables were wiped clean.

And it had taken less than half an hour!

"Burp!"

Xiao Wu leaned back in her chair with a satisfied expression, her face brimming with happiness as she rubbed her little belly. "Brother Tianyang, your cooking is so delicious. But why does this water make me feel so full after drinking it?"

"This isn't water. It's called cola!"

Xiao Tianyang was a little speechless. "I told you not to drink so much earlier, but you wouldn't listen. Now you know what it feels like to be stuffed, right?"

Just then, a black shadow dashed in through the entrance to the third floor. Xiao Tianyang only glanced at it before ignoring it.

Because he knew Bubu had returned.

Though it seemed to be a little late.

When Bubu reached the terrace and saw that all the food had been completely devoured, its face filled with the despair of a dog's life.

Ever since Sacred Soul Village, Bubu had always eaten Xiao Tianyang's cooking. Its unique flavors had made it unable to get used to any other food.

But now?

The dishes, which clearly smelled even more enticing than before, had been wiped out entirely. All it saw were a pile of bones and metal skewers. How was it supposed to accept that?

"Awwooo!"

Bubu threw back its head and let out a mournful howl. As if venting its emotions, the corners of its eyes even grew slightly damp.

"Keep it down! Don't you know it's nighttime?!"

Xiao Tianyang smacked him with a slipper. "Drama queen!"

"Hey, Brother Tianyang, is this the dog you keep? So cute!"

The moment Xiao Wu saw Bubu, her eyes lit up. Seemingly forgetting how full she was, she instantly pounced forward and wrapped her arms around Bubu's neck, rubbing her soft, tender little face against him.

Tang San was surprised that Bubu had not put up any guard. After all, when he had first met Bubu, its wariness had been obvious.

But gradually, Tang San seemed to notice something as well. He slowly moved closer to Xiao Tianyang and whispered, "Brother Tianyang, why do I feel like Bubu's expression is kind of lewd?"

"Take out the 'kind of.' It is lewd!"

Xiao Tianyang's mouth twitched. This thing was even more perverted than he was!

After fooling around for a while, Xiao Tianyang went downstairs, gathered up the leftover scraps, processed them again, and made a plate of hodgepodge.

They had stayed out late and come back late, but Bubu had not eaten dinner, which was rather pitiful. It was better to let it eat at least a little.

Xiao Tianyang could guarantee that this was not because he found Bubu irritating. Definitely not...

At nine o'clock, Tang San and Xiao Wu set off back to the academy. Xiao Tianyang did not return with them, since he not only had to review his lessons, but also practice Lingbo Weibu and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

It was inconvenient to study in the dorm with so many people around, let alone practice martial arts, so it was better to stay outside.

"Keep staring, and your eyes are going to pop out!"

Xiao Tianyang punched Bubu and said with a dark expression, "She's someone else's girl. Looking is pointless!"

Bubu rubbed its head, seemingly unconvinced, and barked a few times. It was as though it were saying, "If I'm allowed to look, I'd be a fool not to!"

"Oh? Your hide's getting itchy lately, huh? You actually dare to talk back!"

Xiao Tianyang grabbed Bubu by the ears and gave them a tug.

The man and dog tussled for a while. Once Bubu realized it was no match for him, it decisively made its escape under the pretense of needing to pee.

As for where it went, Xiao Tianyang could not find any trace of it. He simply decided not to bother with it anymore.

Of course, before that, Xiao Tianyang had still given Bubu the Space Pendant and that huge pile of useless stuff.

Honestly, as a modern person, coming to the Douluo Continent and spending all day cultivating was truly a little boring. With these things, at least life had some entertainment.

But Xiao Tianyang also understood that playing with such things for too long could become addictive. He could not let himself be bound by worldly distractions, so he would leave this heavy responsibility to Bubu.

That idiot should be able to handle it!