Fang Qianyuan hurriedly finished the chicken in his hand. Feeling the White Wolf beside him watching him with deep, unfathomable eyes, seemingly harboring ill intentions, he rolled his eyes and grumbled inwardly, I'm not full either...
Fortunately, the hunched old man stood up just then and brought over a pot of soup from the iron stove beside the hut.
It turned out to be the dinner he had prepared earlier, filled to the brim with mushrooms and wild greens.
The hunched old man also pulled several fragrant, slow-roasted sweet potatoes from the stove wall and shared them with Gong Yuan and Fang Qianyuan.
Fang Qianyuan took one and peeled it. The flesh was fluffy, with a slightly dry, scorched outer layer, and each bite filled his mouth with fragrant sweetness.
The hunched old man handed him a large bowl, then filled it to the brim with a wooden ladle.
Fang Qianyuan thanked the old man and took a sip. Only one impression struck him: deliciously fresh!
Though none of these ingredients were expensive delicacies, their freshness made up for it, lending the meal a natural, rustic charm.
With the mushroom and wild greens soup, Fang Qianyuan ate several sweet potatoes. Together with the roast chicken and steamed flatbread Gong Yuan had brought, they finally settled his stomach and dispelled his earlier discomfort.
Gong Yuan ate little, however, and instead began chatting with the hunched old man.
Gong Yuan briefly introduced Fang Qianyuan, speaking of his talent and drive. He also mentioned that Fang Qianyuan was preparing for the Sect Grand Tournament and had encountered a bottleneck while practicing Mountain-Breaking Gang, asking the old man to help him resolve it.
After listening, the hunched old man's cloudy eyes seemed to flicker with light.
"You really do seem to be a young