"Teacher, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?!" Tang San was on the verge of a breakdown. He stared at the thermos as if it were a Ferocious Beast about to devour him. "Th-this is safe to drink?!"
"Don't worry, Xiao San. I made every bit of it myself."
Yu Xiaogang wore a kindly smile. He picked up the spoon beside him, scooped up a spoonful of golden-yellow soup, brought it to his lips, and took a small sip.
He closed his eyes and savored it. An intoxicated expression spread across his face.
"Not bad," he murmured, his voice full of satisfaction. "It truly is a delicacy fit for the gods. Rich and mellow, with layers of flavor and a lingering finish..."
"I—!!!"
Tang San watched the scene, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head!
He watched helplessly as Yu Xiaogang swallowed the spoonful of yellow soup. It was as if Tang San had been struck by lightning; he sat there like a wooden chicken!
"Teacher, are you all right?!" His voice trembled uncontrollably. "Has something happened to your sense of taste?! Shouldn't you go see a healing Soul Master?!"
"Don't worry. Your teacher is perfectly fine." Yu Xiaogang set the spoon down, then gently helped Tang San sit up and lean against the headboard.
"Here, Xiao San." He scooped up another spoonful of yellow soup. The liquid rippled in the spoon, and several pitch-black things could vaguely be seen bobbing around in it.
"Try your teacher's cooking." Yu Xiaogang brought the spoon to Tang San's lips, his face full of anticipation. "I made this especially for you."
"I spent the whole morning preparing it. Every step followed the ancient method to the letter..."
"Mm! Mm!" Tang San pressed his lips tightly together, clenched his jaw, and shrank