Chapter 208: King Yu of the Imperial Mausoleum (1/2)
Chapter 208: King Yu of the Imperial Mausoleum
Translator: E.3.3.Editor: Vermillion
The young monk Shang De pressed his palms together. His complexion was filled with gentleness and traces of smile. All the muscles on his face squeezed into a beaming grin as he looked directly at Bu Fang. Yet, his gaze was as sharp as the blade of a sword that emitted a blinding glare.
Serpent-woman? Bu Fang was startled, but kept his cool under the young monk's fierce glance as he curled his lips.
”Yes, I do know.” Bu Fang calmly replied, remaining at ease without any apparently change to his composure.
He was wondering why those serpent-men haven't visited him yet. It turned out they did indeed run into trouble on the way. But then again, that wasn't a surprise at all… the Imperial City nowadays was in the eye of the storm. Just last night, a group of top-notch warriors crowded by his store.
Serpent-men were already an exotic breed. For them to encounter the unexpected when stepping into the human realm… was easily anticipated.
But what exactly did this monk want to express?
Bu Fang's gave the young monk Shang De a questioning glance, ”And then, do you need me to do something?”
The young monk felt pleased at first when Bu Fang confirmed his inquiry, but was now stupefied by Bu Fang's question. He had no idea how to respond to this remark, since it was that old fox, Zhao Musheng, who captured the serpent-men.
”If you can't help them out, then bring them here.” Bu Fang flickered a glance at the bald head, then turned around to head back to the kitchen.
He had agreed, back in the Illusory Spirit Swamp, that as long as they came to his store, he would lend a helping hand. However, this did not mean Bu Fang felt obligated to track them down if they got into trouble on the way here.
The young monk rubbed his head and broke into a grin. Alright, this owner has got quite a personality! But he couldn't answer this question, so he'd leave the head splitting puzzle to Zhao Musheng.
The young bald monk returned to his seat and gazed toward the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs on the table. The tangerine-red Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs emitted hot steams and a rich meaty aroma. It reinvigorated his appetite. Nevermind the portion of meat bun he ate on the way here, his stomach was rumbling with hunger once more.
He picked up his chopsticks, lightly tapped them on the table, and snatched up a piece of tangerine-red Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs. The rib's meat was rather tender. One could feel its springiness once the chopsticks landed on it.
Having licked his lips, the young monk first glided his tongue over the rib's sauce. The sweet and sour taste of the sauce instantly made his eyes sparkle.
Stuffing an entire piece of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs into his mouth, the young monk felt his eyes light up. The intense meaty fragrance burst forth, and the tender, juicy meat tapped at the inner walls of his mouth.
”So… so delicious!” The young monk continued to chew. His eyes protruded as he let out an odd laugh. This rib… was so damn tasty!
Gulp, the piece of rib was swallowed. The young monk smacked his lips, as the entire mouthful of meaty aroma left him intoxicated.
As a carnivorous monk, his obsession with meat was one unfathomable to the common person. He ate all sorts of meat. One of the biggest reasons was because he once lived alone in a boundless, desolate desert that was devoid of plants or spirit fruits. It only had endless supplies of a furry spirit beast.
To survive and keep himself alive, he ate the beasts' flesh raw and drank their blood. The flavor of that spirit beasts' meat was seriously not worthy of any compliments…
Ever since he returned, the young monk Shang De developed an addiction to meat, and swore to try all gourmet meat dishes in this world.
He poured himself a cup of Ice Heart Jade Urn Wine. The clear, spring-water-like wine nectar emanated a rich wine aroma, tingling the young monk's nostrils.
With a slurp, the wine nectar was down his throat, in perfect combination with the meaty aroma. The young monk couldn't help but lightly yelp in delight.
From afar… Ouyang Xiaoyi fixated her big eyes on this bald monk drinking wine and eating meat without reservation. She felt like her foundational knowledge about monks had completely collapsed.
”Isn't it recorded in the books that monks don't drink wine or eat meat?” Ouyang Xiaoyi twitched her mouth.
How was this young monk Shang De, with his greasy mouth, anything like the conventional monks recorded in the books… these writings were all lies.
The young monk kicked up his foot and placed his leg on a stool. His foot jerked up and down as he placed another piece of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs in his mouth. The young monk seemed to have discerned Ouyang Xiaoyi's gaze, and nodded at her with a beaming smile.
Ouyang Xiaoyi humphed and turned her gaze away.
Ji Chengxue had finished his meal and laid down his chopsticks. He was filled with joy. It had been a while since he last tasted Owner Bu's gourmet delicacies. Today, he finally ate to his heart's content.
”Uncle Lian, let's go,” Ji Chengxue said to Lian Fu, who sat besides him and had just finished an order of Egg-Fried Rice.
Lian Fu curled his orchid-shaped fingers, and lightly consented. He stood up but felt reluctant to leave. This store was filled with memories.
As the emperor, it was unsuitable to leave the palace for too long. Ji Chengxue stopped by today to get a sense of the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Tree coveted by numerous Battle-Saints. And, on top of that, to try Owner Bu's new wine. Though it was a shame he didn't get a chance to taste it, it was still satisfying to be reminded of Owner Bu's spectacular cooking.
The two of them left, whereas Wu Yunbai and Master Ah Wu continued on. They had ordered many dishes and were fully immersed in this feasting journey.
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Imperial Mausoleum of the Imperial City. Tiny pieces of snowflakes softly drifted down. A cold breeze brushed past, touching upon all in the surrounding. The leaves emitted crumpling sounds as they rubbed against each other.