Dawn was just breaking, and Marquis Changxin's Residence garden was already full of the bustle of cooking.
A bronze pot had been set upon a square table, its broth boiling furiously over charcoal. Porcelain dishes large and small held all manner of meat, fruit, and vegetables. Little Fox used silver chopsticks to add slices of meat, thin as cicada wings, into the pot. After only a brief roll in the broth, the meat was cooked. She scooped it up with the soup and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing in great bites.
"No wonder they say Cloud-Deep Unknown Place knows how to eat."
Kongkong'er sat nearby, carefully gnawing at a red fruit with his teeth.
"Having hot pot first thing in the morning—just how much do you foxes love eating chicken? Only because Young Su has some family wealth can you eat like this. If you were my daughter-in-law, I'd—"
"If Senior wants a daughter-in-law, he should hurry up and have a son first."
Little Fox giggled. "The flavor of the broth will come out soon. Beef bones, pork bones, and chicken stock stewed together, with all sorts of ingredients added..."
"Thirteen thousand two hundred and sixty-seven."
Kongkong'er suddenly announced a number.
Hearing this, Little Fox turned to look at Su Che, who was still swinging his sword without pause on the other side. "A-Che has already thrown out so many swords?"
Kongkong'er said nothing. More than ten thousand strikes sounded like merely a number, but converted into a duel, it meant Su Che had fought bitterly through an entire night. For a cultivator who had only just established the Dingding Pivot and had yet to condense a Reverted Elixir, this was undoubtedly a burden.
Yet Young Su before them clearly had no intention of stopping. He continued to swing