Little Nonpoint slept deeply. After the Medicinal Liquid in the cauldron came to a boil, it bubbled and gurgled.
His little body bobbed up and down in the boiling Medicinal Liquid.
Every so often, someone from Stone Village ran to the village entrance to see whether Little Nonpoint had been cooked.
Some children even smaller than Little Nonpoint climbed onto the Black Cauldron, dipped a finger into the Medicinal Liquid, and tasted it.
"Mm, it tastes a little like milk."
That was their verdict.
Fortunately, Meng Chuan had set up something like a barrier. Otherwise, those brats would have fallen in and been boiled alongside Little Nonpoint.
Little Nonpoint's pale, tender body rose and sank in the cauldron.
Sometimes Little Little Nonpoint pointed upward, yearning for the sky and longing to fly free.
Sometimes his bottom faced up, as though he were showing his contempt for the Stone Village people who came to see him.
Naturally, no one wore clothes when being boiled in a cauldron.
Little Nonpoint slept for seven days, and he was boiled for all seven of them.
The people of Stone Village spent those seven days worrying.
Why was he sleeping so long? Surely his brain hadn't been boiled too?
Meng Chuan told them to relax. Little Nonpoint would not normally have slept for seven days, but the great cauldron of Medicinal Liquid had greatly delayed his awakening.
"Ah!"
Little Nonpoint's eyes flew open. With a startled cry, he leaped straight out of the cauldron, soaring high into the air.
"I'm cooked! I'm cooked!" Little Nonpoint spread his arms in the wind and shouted.
Then he realized he wasn't wearing any clothes. His face instantly reddened, and with one hand covering his front and the other his back, he dropped into the cauldron again.
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