(Thanks to Reborn God-Emperor Rubber for the reward bonus chapter.)
While Li Qinwu spoke with the old man inside the house, Little Sheep quickly finished cooking outside and brought the food in.
The child was remarkably efficient. In such a short time, he had cleaned all three sheep that had been blown to death.
Using a large pot and Pepper-Salt Fruit, he made an enormous pot of mutton soup, served with some dry bread—a fairly decent meal for entertaining guests.
When the old man saw that there were actually three sheep in the pot, he frowned.
Sheep were precious assets to mountain folk like them. Slaughtering even one at a time was considered generous, so how could they possibly prepare three at once?
He sighed mournfully, guessing that these three unlucky sheep, like his unlucky grandson, had stepped on land mines.
"Please, guest, help yourself. It's too warm here. If we can't finish it, it'll spoil in a few days."
Li Qinwu grunted, removing the gauntlets of his Power Armor to reveal his hands as a sign of respect for his host's hospitality.
"Don't worry. I've got a big appetite. I'll definitely finish it all. Nothing will go to waste."
Then, under the stunned gazes of the grandfather and grandson, Li Qinwu spent roughly half an hour eating all three sheep by himself.
After finishing the meal, he licked the grease from his fingers, put his Power Armor gloves back on, and said:
"There's no telling how many minefields are outside. Don't take your sheep out to graze anymore. I'm buying all thirty sheep."
He took several gold coins from his waist pouch. Each bore the image of a flower—the currency issued by the Flower Shield Council.
Gold was not scarce in space. Some planets were even made entirely of