Without betraying a thing, the old man at the noodle stall took up a sharp knife, skinned the three donkey demons, and cut off great chunks of donkey meat to put into the braising liquid for further preparation. The water in the large pot had already come to a boil again.
Mu Bai was deeply shocked by the sight. Neither this one-armed man nor the old noodle-stall owner was an ordinary figure. Never mind that the One-Armed Man thought nothing of a Demon Marshal and employed means beyond Mu Bai's imagination-even the old man's ability to turn a lump of dough into something like real donkey meat was extraordinary enough.
At the very least, Mu Bai had just eaten a large chunk of "donkey meat" without noticing that it was nothing but dough.
Shocked though he was, there was no reason not to eat donkey meat delivered right to his mouth. Smiling, Mu Bai accepted a bowl of noodles with real donkey meat. Sure enough, the meat was tender and springy, exceptionally delicious, with a lingering flavor. He simply let himself go and ate his fill.
After a single bite, the onlookers promptly cast their fear and anxiety to the back of their minds and dug in heartily. Even if they were condemned and beheaded afterward, they were willing to risk it.
Word of everyone openly eating donkey meat in the street quickly spread far and wide. Before long, the Donkey Household's Demon Generals and the City-Defending Beast Army came swarming over, surrounding the noodle stall on the street corner so tightly that not a drop of water could have passed through.
"Oh, smelled the food and came running?"
The One-Armed Man chewed a large mouthful of meat, sending its juices spurting onto the faces of the two Demon General