Chapter 2659: You Call This Eight Years Old?

Under the resolute gaze of the Barbarian God Tribe women, Ye Zhangqing steeled himself and started over from the beginning.

Mainly, the gaze of these Barbarian God Tribe women right now is really a bit creepy.

Those who know realize they're learning to cook, while those who don't think they're preparing to fight to the death with someone.

That aura was full of oppressive pressure.

I don't see that Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon anymore—I don't know when it quietly slipped into the corner.

It's genuinely terrified, afraid that these Barbarian God Tribe women, if they keep failing to learn, might in a panic slap it to death.

That's not just being wronged to the point of going to your grandmother's house.

That Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon realized that these Barbarian God Tribe women would absolutely not lay a hand on Ye Zhangqing.

But they dare to strike it, and they do so without the slightest hesitation.

Slapping it to death is no different from slapping an ant to death; one ought to keep a distance.

Just like before, at first the Barbarian God Tribe women could barely understand.

Even if there are parts they don't understand, after thinking it over later they should be able to figure it out.

Later on, they understood less and less, but at least they could still voice their doubts.

But gradually, they couldn't even voice their questions.

Again like this, this time it drove the Barbarian God Tribe women completely crazy.

This is cooking? It feels harder than cultivation!

They never cooked like this before; it's not that complicated—shouldn't it just be stir-frying and mixing in the pot?

They still can't learn it; after watching again, most of the Barbarian God Tribe women said they couldn't learn it.

This thing is completely incomprehensible.

The light in their eyes was completely gone, their faces ashen, full of despair.

Only a minority of the women refused to yield, hadn't given up, had steeled themselves, and refused to believe they couldn't learn it.

They've been cooking Fire Spirit Chicken for most of their lives, yet they still can't believe it could be this weird.

But the problem is, even if they refuse to yield, there's just not enough time.

After all this, Ye Zhangqing slowed down too much for teaching, and he could see that the Elder Clan Chief's grandson's birthday was fast approaching.

But so far, he hasn't managed to get a single dish right.

The leading old woman glanced at the time; although she was full of reluctance, she also knew what was more important.

If this continues, it's uncertain whether they'll learn, but today everyone will definitely go hungry.

So, despite her full-hearted reluctance, the old woman gritted her teeth and said:

「Let's stop here for today, little friend—speed up, get it done quickly, we don't have much time。」

「Okay。」

Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing also breathed a sigh of relief as if a weight had been lifted.

How to put it? Ye Zhangqing would rather cook than teach.

Teaching is so exhausting; there's nothing easy about it compared to cooking.

Not having to worry about those Barbarian God Tribe women, he stood alone at the stove, doing whatever he wanted, and for a while he was much more adept.

The speed now compared to before is worlds apart, utterly incomparable.

As for that, the Barbarian God Tribe women who hadn't left said it was even more incomprehensible.

What is this? Why is the sky full of afterimages and sparks?

The spatula in the pot was swinging so hard it was throwing off sparks.

They had completely given up; they couldn't understand it at all.

Ye Zhangqing's efficiency maxed out, and soon a rich aroma filled the Fire Room.

Upon smelling that aroma, the Barbarian God Tribe women's index fingers twitched.

It's this flavor, exactly this flavor—no mistake.

One after another, they kept swallowing saliva, their eyes fixed on the pot like hungry wolves, not blinking.

「Smells great, is it almost done? 」

Just then, the Clan Chief entered, accompanied by a middle-aged man with a square face, thick brows, and big eyes.

Upon seeing the Clan Chief, the Barbarian God Tribe women all greeted him.

Ye Zhangqing also clasped his hands and called out.

「Clan Chief, senior…」

But who would have thought that, upon hearing Ye Zhangqing's words, the Clan Chief laughed and pointed to the middle-aged man beside him who was a head taller than him, saying:

「Don't call me senior; this is my eldest grandson. Actually, you should call him senior—he's only eight years old. 」

「Huh??? 」

Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing was stunned, his gaze scanning up and down the middle-aged man, his feelings mixed.

「How is this called eight years old? 」

It seems the Clan Chief guessed Ye Zhangqing's surprise, and his smile didn't fade as he said:

「My eldest grandson has extraordinary talent; from childhood he's been far stronger than other tribesmen—he's a Heavenly Pride whose talent exceeds three meters. 」

「Huh??? 」

「Three meters? What three meters? 」

Ye Zhangqing didn't understand, doubtful.

Facing Ye Zhangqing's question, the Clan Chief said with a proud, relieved expression:

「Little friend, look at my eldest grandson—what's his height? 」

The Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon beside him hurriedly translated; upon hearing the words, Ye Zhangqing replied doubtfully.

"Height? At a glance it's over three meters………. Wait a moment."

At first he didn't react, until the words were halfway spoken, Ye Zhangqing then realized the problem, looking at the Elder Clan Chief with an incredulous expression.

"You said the three-meter talent, you mean height?"

Damn, which Hǎo rén uses height to measure talent? You're just messing around.

Anyway, Ye Zhangqing had never heard of such a thing.

Can this talent even be materialized?

Facing the shocked Ye Zhangqing, the Elder Clan Chief instead appeared very calm, his smile undiminished.

"Young friend, our Barbarian God Tribe has always judged talent by height."

This is no falsehood; the Barbarian God Tribe has indeed always measured talent's level by height.

From ancient times to now, any Barbarian God Tribe member's height is not randomly grown out of nowhere.

For the Barbarian God Tribe, this height is always subject to certain principles.

Take an ordinary Barbarian God Tribe member, even upon reaching adulthood, their height is only a little over two meters; wanting to surpass three meters is nearly impossible.

And the Elder Clan Chief's precious grandsons, at just eight years old today, already have a full three meters of height.

Within the Barbarian God Tribe, this shows how strong his talent is.

This is also exactly what the Elder Clan Chief has always been proud of.

Moreover, this is clearly not the limit of this grandson.

With such talent, the Elder Clan Chief can conclude that in the future, this grandson's achievements will surely surpass his own.

The student surpasses the teacher, ah.

Just as the Elder Clan Chief was feeling pleased and proud, Ye Zhangqing suddenly interjected.

"Judging talent by height, then by that logic, Elder Clan Chief, your talent……."

Looking at the small old man who was more than a head shorter than his own grandson, Ye Zhangqing felt somewhat puzzled.

If that's the case, you being the clan chief, your talent is really too poor.

Actually, the Elder Clan Chief's height isn't short; at least from Ye Zhangqing's human perspective, it is so.

But the problem is, it depends on who you compare with.

If placed among the Barbarian God Tribe, the Elder Clan Chief would be completely inadequate.

Not to mention his grandson, many Barbarian God Tribe women are much taller than the Elder Clan Chief.

Then your talent really is rather……..