"Eldest Senior Brother, can I please stop eating chicken? I really don't want any more!" Hu Tutu complained, her little face scrunched up as she looked at Ouyang's soot-streaked face.
Ouyang gave an embarrassed chuckle, wiped his soot-blackened face, and set a bowl of bizarre-looking, miraculous cuisine on the table.
A pool of unidentified black fluid filled the bowl, occasionally releasing black bubbles. It looked as thick as the asphalt used to pave roads in his previous life.
Looking at the reluctant Hu Tutu, Ouyang immediately scolded her. "Children are still growing. How can you skip meals? Hurry up and drink this bowl of Eight-Treasure Spirit Chicken Soup!"
Hu Tutu peered into the bowl, then looked at Ouyang in puzzlement. "Eldest Senior Brother, is this chicken soup? Why isn't there any soup?"
"If chicken soup has no soup, that can only mean this Spirit Chicken was raised for two and a half years!" Ouyang said without so much as blinking.
"But even Liang Zai won't eat it anymore!" Hu Tutu complained, pointing at Liang Zai, who used to crouch outside the kitchen at every mealtime, ready to slip inside.
Now, whenever mealtime came, Liang Zai hid as far away as possible!
Ever since reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, Tutu seemed to have wised up a little. She wasn't as easy to fool as before!
Ouyang looked at the pool of thick black stuff in the bowl, feeling rather bewildered himself.
This pitch-black, miraculous cuisine had long since lost all resemblance to its original ingredients. All that remained was a black thickness that had returned to its primordial simplicity.
Even Ouyang couldn't figure out what had happened.
Changsheng had clearly prepared all these dishes in advance. They hadn't looked like this when Ouyang took them out of the ice cellar.
Changsheng