Chapter 160 – I Dont Eat Meat! (1/2)

Chapter 160: I don't eat meat!

The chicken broth could be heard vigorously 'bubbling' in the clay pot, chicken meat turning into a golden colour that stimulates appet.i.te.

Multi-coloured feathers were scattered all over the ground as though the chicken had struggled fiercely but ultimately could not escape its misfortune.

“Mt Gong's multicoloured chickens are best served with bamboo shoots and wild bamboo, it's soft and not greasy. Bamboo shoots are fresh and crunchy, and their taste and texture are both excellent. Sprinkle with red Lingzhi, it's simply delicious.” Handsome, cool, and clad in a Starry cloud robe and his head crowned with a white jade hat, Xiahou Qianbai's left hand held up his right wide, loose sleeve while his right hand gently stirred the pot of broth with a pair of chopsticks.

As he stirred the pot, a full-bodied aroma filled Li Muyang's nose.

Li Muyang greedily took a deep breath, his eyes unblinkingly stared at Xiahou Qianbai making soup. He did not expect a Starry Sky teacher to be able to make soup but even more did not expect him to look so handsome while cooking——No wonder everyone says men are most charming when they are working hard.

He did not look like he's making soup, more like painting or drawing freehandedly.

Like he's writing a poem, casual, relaxed and spontaneous with brush strokes.

Also like he's playing the flute or sword dancing. Or doing the most elegant and beautiful thing in the world.

At that moment, Li Muyang had to admit Xiahou Qianbai is the most handsome man of Starry Sky.

“Teacher Xiahou is powerful and influential, I greatly admire you very much.” Li Muyang gushed, presenting the flattering words he prepared. While others are working, he must give some encouragement.

“I'm very disappointed in you.” Xiahou Qianbai said. “I did not expect that you couldn't even kill a chicken.”

Li Muyang's face turned red, explaining sheepishly: “These multicoloured mountain chickens are called chicken but they are actually birds. They can fly at low alt.i.tude. Since they grew up on Mt Gong, in the mountainous forests, they're fast and nimble; I can't catch up with them–”

“I even used the Imprisonment spell but you struck its bottom. That's difficult to forgive.” Xiahou Qianbai said.

Li Muyang looked even more ashamed. “I also thought it would be over with that one sword strike, I didn't know its tail is so long–”

“Does your family kill chickens from the bottom up?”

“I don't know, I've never killed a chicken.” Li Muyang said. He swallowed a gulp of saliva, trying to resist the temptation of the pot of chicken broth, then cautiously asked: “Teacher Xiahou, since you are good at killing chickens, why not do it yourself?”

“I'm also good at slaying dragons but are there dragons for me to kill?” Xiahou Qianbai was evidently unhappy with Li Muyang's question. “Besides, us Taoists cannot arbitrarily kill, there are sacred rules and restrictions. I have to abide by the rules, I can't ruin our kind soul.”

“But, your broth——”

“I didn't kill that chicken.”

“——”

Li Muyang wanted to refute him and say you killed the chicken. When I could not catch up with it, you used the 'Imprisonment spell'. When I swung my sword down at its b.u.t.t, you went on to chant the 'Bloodletting spell'. If not, how would the Mt Gong's multi-coloured chicken died so quickly?

Of course, when you eat food from others you will speak good words to them.

Although Li Muyang was not eating yet, but he really wanted to——