"Gurgle, gurgle."
Inside the clay pot, the milky-white Beast Milk kept bubbling, its fragrance spreading through nearly all of Stone Village.
"The finest ingredients often call for the simplest cooking methods. Add a stalk of Heartbreak Grass..."
"Then a Soul-Eroding Mushroom..."
"And a dash of Three Thousand Ways to Die..."
Meng Chuan kept tossing things into the Beast Milk.
"Finally, add one Little Nonpoint."
Meng Chuan picked up Little Nonpoint, who stood beside him gazing eagerly at the clay pot, and made as if to stuff him inside.
Strangely, Little Nonpoint did not resist. Instead, he wriggled forward, trying to climb into the pot and immerse himself in an ocean of Beast Milk.
He did not care whether he would fit.
Smack!
Meng Chuan gave Little Nonpoint a swat on the bottom to make him behave.
"Uncle Meng, is it ready yet? Hurry it up!"
Little Nonpoint breathed in the aroma of Beast Milk and urged Meng Chuan on.
"Stop! Don't talk like me!" Meng Chuan scolded him. How could a child of the Great Wilderness talk like that?
"Oh!" Little Nonpoint did not mind. All he cared about right now was the Beast Milk.
A little later, Meng Chuan took down the clay pot, cooled it to a normal temperature, and handed it to Little Nonpoint.
In the past, Little Nonpoint had needed a wooden spoon to drink milk. Now...
Little Nonpoint hugged the pot, raised it straight to his lips, and began gulping it down.
After drinking about a third, Little Nonpoint stopped and licked the Beast Milk from his lips. He looked at Meng Chuan with sparkling eyes full of admiration.
"Uncle Meng, you're such a good cook!"
"As long as you like it." Meng Chuan rubbed Little Nonpoint's head.
"Wow!"
A burst of exclamations suddenly came