Dawn had only just begun to break.
Lin Yuan had just finished washing up. Before he even entered the hall, he heard a chorus of chirps and gugagas inside, as lively as a pot boiling over.
He pushed the door open and abruptly stopped in his tracks.
At the enormous dining table, eight Gugas sat neatly in a row, each with a large basin piled high in front of her.
The basins were filled with golden, glistening fried chicken drumsticks, still steaming hot.
Guga held a drumstick in each of her stubby little hands, chewing until her mouth gleamed with grease and her eyes narrowed into slits. "Stinky Chicken Zhazhazha is so tasty, guga!"
Little Demon also had a fried drumstick stuffed into her mouth and spoke indistinctly. "So this is Stinky Chicken Zhazhazha? It's pretty tasty, guga. Not bad, not bad. This king shall grant it her approval for now, guga!"
Lin Yuan looked at the table full of fried drumsticks, then at the little creatures splattering juices everywhere as they ate. The corner of his mouth twitched.
"You... why are you eating fried chicken first thing in the morning?"
Without looking up, Guga stripped a drumstick clean. "It's not fried chicken. It's Stinky Chicken Zhazhazha, guga!"
Her solemn correction left Lin Yuan unsure whether to laugh or cry. He waved a hand. "Fine, fine. Keep eating."
They swept through the meal like a whirlwind scattering clouds.
Lin Yuan set down his chopsticks and turned to Dugu Bo. "Let's go. We're heading to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan now."
The instant he finished speaking, all eight Gugas sat bolt upright, their eyes lighting up as they clamored over one another.
"I wanna go, guga!" "Me too, guga!" "Take me along, guga!"
Pestered beyond resistance, Lin Yuan gave in.