Fantasy: Empress Wife, Cute Kids Cause Havoc in Jiuzhou

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"Big brother, it's just two bowls of Blood Soup, no need to get so worked up."

Chu Chen rolled the pig's head on the roasting rack while speaking in a whiny voice.

Worked up?

Am I worked up?

I'm fucking angry, do you understand anger?
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Long Shaoyu took a couple of deep breaths to suppress his murderously irritable mood, managed to force a faint smile on his face, didn't say a word, and turned back to his original spot to sit down with a thud.

"Young Master, what do we do now?" the square-faced youth asked in a low voice.

"The Fire Boar Grass was just put in the pot; it might still be usable if we rescue it now," suggested the bow-holding youth in a low voice.

Long Shaoyu shook his head. The Fire Boar Grass was already starting to melt; its essence had infused into the soup. What use was it to take it out now?

After so much effort, he had finally entered the Fire Boar Cave and found the Fire Boar Grass, only to have it cooked into soup by this brat.

That was one of the two main ingredients for cultivating the Fire Spirit Sword Body. If he could cultivate it, his strength would leap qualitatively, and his chances of seizing the treasures in the core of the Secret Realm would be much higher.

But now the Fire Boar Grass was gone. Where would he find a substitute?

Long Shaoyu rubbed his temples and wore a look of deep concern on his face.

Sigh!

If only he had known, he would not have brought these two brats along. Although they did indeed hold off and even capture the Two-headed Fire Boar King according to his plan, they also ruined the Fire Boar Grass he wanted.

Now he finally understood what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

Hmph!

He definitely had to drink a few more bowls of soup later.

Long Shaoyu thought to himself with a vengeful tone.

"Brother! Why does big brother look so down?"

Having dealt with the second pig's head, Chu Xin glanced at the dispirited Long Shaoyu, leaned into Chu Chen's ear, and asked in a whisper.

Chu Chen thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, he's probably craving my Blood Soup."

"Oh!"

Chu Xin nodded, then looked at the big pot beside her, pointed at the half-melted Fire Boar Grass, and asked in surprise, "Brother, what's this? Why does it have a pig's head? It's just too small, or else it could have been nice to roast and eat."

This damned kid, still thinking about roasting and eating it?

Long Shaoyu winced at her words, oh my Fire Boar Grass.

Chu Chen thought for a moment and said, "I don't know what it's called; I found it nearby while you were fighting the big pig. It had strong energy fluctuations, so I thought it would make the soup more delicious, and I picked it. It's a pity that in such a big cave, there was only this one piece of pig grass, it would have been nice if there were more."

That was the Fire Boar Grass, which could only be cultivated by the Two-headed Fire Boar King, and there was always just one. You want more?

Long Shaoyu was now in a very bad mood. Hearing anything related to Fire Boar Grass irritated him, so he chose to block out his hearing and started cultivating with his legs crossed and eyes closed.

If my ears don't hear, then I'm at peace; if I can't stand it, can't I just avoid it?

Roar!

With a tragic and angry roar, another head of the Two-headed Fire Boar King was chopped off.

After Chu Xin finished dealing with the third pig's head, the Blood Soup was ready.

"Sister, the soup is ready. Have some first," said Chu Chen, taking the pig's head from Chu Xin and placing it on the roasting rack.

"Got it!"

Chu Xin's bright eyes sparkled, her little tongue stuck out to curl up the saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. She then took out several large bowls from the Sumeru Ring, ladled out a bowl of soup, and looked up at Long Shaoyu, who was sitting with closed eyes and asked, "Big brother, want some soup?"

Long Shaoyu remained motionless, with no response.

After Chu Xin asked a few more times and still got no response, she muttered quietly, "Looks like big brother doesn't want any soup. What a pity, such tasty soup and no luck to enjoy it."

"Ai Chirou, could you give us a bowl too?"

The square-faced youth, lured by the tempting aroma, couldn't help but swallow his saliva and asked with a sheepish smile.

The bow-holding youth watched with eager eyes as well.

Chu Xin glanced at them, tilted her head to think, and then said, "Alright, since we've been to the pig cave together, I'll give you a bowl."

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As she spoke, she served a bowl to each of them.

"Thank you."

The square-faced boy and the bow-wielding boy dashed over, thanked her, then picked up their bowls and began to drink eagerly, not even waiting for the soup to cool down.

While drinking, they exhaled with a ha, fanning their mouths with their hands to cool down.

"Wow! This is so good."

Amazement was written all over the square-faced boy and the bow-wielding boy's face.

As the companions of the Young Master of Cangzhou, they had followed Long Shaoyu and tasted all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas.

They never expected this simple pork bone Blood Soup to be so delicious.

After a bowl of soup, the two of them rubbed their bellies, still not quite satisfied, as their gaze fell back onto the large pot.

"This is truly a delicacy of the mortal world."

The square-faced boy couldn't help but sigh with appreciation.

"Young Master, have a bowl of soup, it's really good."

The bow-wielding boy approached Long Shaoyu, trying to wake him up, but after calling out to Long Shaoyu twice, there was no response.

Just as he was about to tap Long Shaoyu on the shoulder, a massive surge of energy suddenly burst within him, causing his face to change dramatically.

"No good! The energy from the Fire Boar Grass has merged with the soup, it's too immense."

Having said that, he immediately sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate the energy within his body.

The square-faced boy opened his mouth as if to speak, but suddenly, he too felt a jolt through his body and hastily ran to one side to sit down and cultivate.

"Sister, what's wrong with them?"

Chu Chen, who was grilling meat, asked with a puzzled face.

Chu Xin, who had already drunk a bowl and was working on a second, was just as confused and shook her head, "I don't know, they just started acting like this after drinking a bowl of soup."

"Could there be something wrong with the soup I made?"

Chu Chen blinked her large eyes suspiciously and glanced at the big pot.

"Not likely, I don't feel anything amiss." Chu Xin looked at the pot and then at the soup in her own bowl before shaking her head again.

"I'll try some."

Chu Chen served herself a bowl of soup, took a sip, smacked her lips, and muttered, "Apart from tasting a bit better than usual, I don't see any other issue."

"Maybe they just have weak stomachs?"

Chu Xin thought for a moment and said, "Before, when the uncles and aunts from the village, and older brothers and sisters, ate our grilled meat and drank our soup, they often reacted like this. Dad used to say that their stomachs were weak and they shouldn't eat too much."

Upon hearing this, Chu Chen nodded her little head in agreement, "That must be it, then. Let's not worry about them. Sister, the pig's head is ready, you eat first."

"Sure!"

Chu Xin nodded, took the roasted pig's head, and began to devour it hungrily.

With a wave of her little hand, a chair appeared out of nowhere.

She plonked herself down on the chair, holding the huge roasted pig's head in one hand and a bowl of pork bone Blood Soup in the other.

After a few bites of meat and a sip of soup, she leaned back in the chair, her round eyes slightly narrowed, feeling truly content.

Chu Chen, on the other hand, kept sipping the soup and turning the pig's head while humming an unnamed song, looking utterly contented.

The large pot of pork bone Blood Soup was quickly polished off by the brother and sister.

Having finished his cultivation, Long Shaoyu stretched lazily and noticed that both the square-faced boy and the bow-wielding boy were cultivating, which made him pause in surprise.

Since when had these two guys become so diligent?

He shook his head, turned to look at Chu Xin and Chu Chen, and asked, "Is the soup ready?"

"Big brother, the soup's all gone."

Chu Xin batted her big eyes as she spoke, "We called for you for quite some time, but you didn't make a sound, I thought you didn't want any soup."

Gone?

Long Shaoyu was taken aback, and with a flash, he appeared in front of the large pot. Seeing the empty pot, his mood instantly collapsed, "My soup, my grass..."