Barbecue Master Qian Daoliu

Smack! Smack! Smack!

A jade-like hand lightly patted Zijun's arm, her tone carrying a hint of resentment.

"Wake up! You lazy bum! The match is already over, and you're still sleeping?"

Qian Renxue stood with her hands on her hips, cheeks puffed out adorably as she looked down at Zijun.

He raised a hand to rub his eyes and let out a long yawn.

He got up and stretched, then turned to tease Qian Renxue beside him.

"Wow! Xue'er, that expression is almost illegally cute. Hehe! I don't know why, but whenever Xue'er isn't by my side, I get especially sleepy. Come on, let's go eat barbecue!"

Zijun grabbed Qian Renxue's hand and headed toward the exit of the stands.

"Going to Grandpa's for barbecue again? I should've stopped you from teaching Grandpa how to barbecue in the first place! And that beer thing too? How did you even come up with that?"

Qian Renxue tilted her head up to look at Zijun, who was a head taller than her.

As she spoke, she did not forget to roll her eyes at him.

"I think the old man likes it quite a bit. You didn't see how much he enjoyed it—I was practically jealous!"

Over the past six years, Qian Daoliu had fully retired and no longer interfered in Spirit Hall's internal affairs.

Even his dream of unifying the continent had been set aside because of Zijun.

There was no helping it!

His grandson-in-law was simply too powerful. If Zijun objected, even if every Spirit Master on the continent gathered together, they still would not be enough for him to play with.

Besides, with Zijun in Spirit Hall now, no one could destroy Spirit Hall no matter how the times changed.

So! If he did not slack off now, when would he?

Within Spirit Hall's northern courtyard stood a manor covering five thousand square meters.

The courtyard was filled with all kinds of pleasing flowers, plants, and trees.

A wisp of white smoke drifted out from the courtyard on the left.

"Your Holiness, your skills are getting better and better."

Golden Crocodile Douluo picked up a skewer of pork belly from a plate, eating as he raised a thumbs-up and flattered him.

Qian Daoliu picked up cumin from the seasoning tray and sprinkled it over the lamb skewers on the grill.

A moment later.

A rich aroma of meat drifted through the courtyard on the wind.

Smack!

Qian Daoliu raised a hand and slapped Golden Crocodile Douluo's reaching hand away, warning him with a look of disdain.

"Flattery won't work! How many skewers have you eaten already? You might as well change your name to Rice Bucket Douluo."

Golden Crocodile Douluo awkwardly scratched the back of his head and chuckled foolishly.

"If I could eat Your Holiness's grilled skewers and drink beer every day, I wouldn't mind giving up the name Golden Crocodile Douluo! Hehe!"

Qian Daoliu patiently turned the lamb skewers on the grill, the corners of his mouth lifting as his eyes filled with affection.

"Xue'er and the boy will definitely come by later. These are for my granddaughter. If you want some, grill them yourself!"

As he spoke, Qian Daoliu lifted his foot and kicked Golden Crocodile Douluo, who was preparing to steal a bite.

Golden Crocodile Douluo did not care in the slightest. He patted his backside and asked curiously.

"Your Holiness, where exactly does Young Master Zijun come from? That guard of his is truly ridiculously strong!"

At the mention of Little Gray, Qian Daoliu shook his head with a smile. As he adjusted the skewers, he answered.

"I don't know much either. But my grandson-in-law has quite the background! I raise both hands in agreement to Xue'er marrying him."

"Grandpa!"

Just as the two were chatting, a crisp female voice, clear as a songbird's, rang out.

Hearing the familiar voice, Qian Daoliu happily looked up.

He placed the lamb skewers in his hands onto a plate and walked straight over.

"Xue'er is back? Oh my, you've grown quite a bit! Before long, you'll nearly catch up to Grandpa."

Qian Daoliu lovingly stroked Qian Renxue's little head.

"Old man, I'm here to mooch food and drinks again. What ingredients did you prepare today?"

Turning to Zijun, who was approaching them, Qian Daoliu laughed heartily and greeted him.

"Other than Spirit Beasts, I bought every kind of ingredient that can be grilled. Eat as much as you want today!"

Zijun took out the Spirit Bone of a flying Spirit Beast from the System Space and tossed it to Qian Daoliu.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Zijun leisurely walked over to the grill.

He saw Golden Crocodile Douluo sitting nearby, holding a lamb skewer in his left hand and a cup filled with beer in his right, eating with great relish.

Zijun teased him.

"Not bad! I didn't expect you to enjoy this too. You've got good taste!"

Hearing Zijun's teasing, Golden Crocodile Douluo grinned and nodded foolishly.

"Brat, don't be so stingy! I'm still short two hundred-thousand-year flying beast Spirit Bones to complete a set. Why not just give me all of them?"

Qian Daoliu walked over holding Qian Renxue's hand, looking at Zijun ingratiatingly.

Zijun picked up a large grilled lamb skewer from the plate and took a bite.

The tender, juicy meat released a rich fragrance that instantly filled his entire mouth.

After chewing a few times and swallowing, he looked up at Qian Daoliu beside him and refused.

"Forget it! When I taught you back then, I had to trade Spirit Bones just to get a single skewer from you! If I gave them all to you at once, what if you went on strike?"

Seeing Zijun's punchable expression, Qian Renxue glared at him and said irritably.

"You think you're so clever! Grandpa is already so old, yet you still make him serve you! Can't you grill it yourself?"

Zijun chuckled but did not answer. Instead, he turned to Golden Crocodile Douluo and asked.

"Golden Crocodile Douluo, tell me: do you think your barbecue tastes better, or does the Old Pope's barbecue taste better?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo sat in his chair with his head down, stuffing his face. Without the slightest hesitation, he answered.

"His Holiness's barbecue tastes better!"

"See? Everyone thinks the same way I do. Now do you understand why I don't grill it myself? Hehe!"

After saying that, Zijun took two more grilled lamb skewers and sat beside Golden Crocodile Douluo, enjoying himself.

Qian Daoliu smiled bitterly and shook his head. He did not argue, instead returning to the grill and getting back to work.

Just as they enjoyed the barbecue service of Spirit Hall's Old Pope.

A voice that did not sound particularly bright came from nearby.

"Young Master! I knew you'd come here! You're eating for free without inviting me! That's too much!"

In the sky.

Little Gray, dressed in the attire of the Grand Worshipper, flew over.

The eager look on his face made him resemble a husky.

Without even greeting anyone, he immediately grabbed a grilled lamb skewer from a plate after landing, then sat beside Zijun and began enjoying himself.

"Do you lot have no shame at all? Those ten skewers were grilled for Xue'er! Spit them out! You shameless freeloading bastards!"

In the courtyard, Qian Daoliu frowned as he chased after Zijun and the other two with a fruit knife in hand.

It was as if he feared those three beasts would set their sights on the last three grilled lamb skewers!

Watching the harmonious scene before her, Qian Renxue sat in her exclusive chair.

She leaned forward slightly, resting her cheeks in both hands, happiness overflowing from her expression.

Once, such a scene had been an unreachable dream for her.

Now, it had all become reality.

Outside the gates of Shrek Academy, a sweet young girl in a pink dress, with a pair of rabbit ears growing from her head.

She skipped toward the academy.

"So this is the human world? Hehe! Brother Xiao Jun, Xiao Wu has come to find you!"