Chapter 2660: Kill the Chicken, Kill the Chicken

The Barbarian God Tribe measures talent by height and build; this is the first time Ye Zhangqing has heard of it.

But if that's the case, then the Elder Clan Chief's talent is probably a bit low.

After all, Ye Zhangqing looked around the whole tribe, and it seems his height is the shortest.

Even the women of the Barbarian God Tribe are noticeably taller than him.

Facing Ye Zhangqing's somewhat strange gaze, the Elder Clan Chief also seemed to guess what this kid was thinking.

He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, anxiously explaining.

"What kind of look is that, kid? I'm old, my stature has stooped, so I look short; I wasn't like that when I was young."

Huh???

Hearing this, Ye Zhangqing didn't refute, but obviously didn't really believe it either.

He just silently nodded.

"You……."

The more he acted like that, the more the Elder Clan Chief became angry.

As the chief of a tribe, how could he possibly lack talent? If he truly had none, how could he have risen to the position of chief?

Eager to explain further, he was nevertheless pulled aside by the old woman nearby.

"Alright, today is a joyous occasion; what are you doing?"

"But this kid……."

"Go wait outside for the meal to start."

Being dragged and pushed out of the Fire Room by the old woman, Ye Zhangqing continued to start cooking.

Time was nearly up, so naturally there was no time to continue teaching; although the women were unwilling, they could do nothing about it.

They could only wait for a later opportunity.

Meanwhile, outside the courtyard, the men of the tribe also came running one after another.

First they craned their necks to look into the Fire Room, then they praised the Elder Clan Chief's grandson a few times.

Such as "exceptional talent, growing so tall at such a young age," and so on.

For today's birthday feast, the main dish is naturally the Fire Spirit Chicken.

Ye Zhangqing also prepared several flavors.

Stewed, yellow-braised, spicy chicken, etc.

Without needing to teach the women, Ye Zhangqing's speed was incredibly fast.

Soon, plate after plate of various chicken dishes came out of the pot.

The women, suppressing their saliva, brought the dishes to the table.

That aroma quickly spread to every corner of the courtyard.

Everyone who smelled it couldn't help but gulp.

"Is the Fire Spirit Chicken really this fragrant?"

"Definitely not before, but now it is."

"Don't rush; wait until all the dishes are served, the Clan Chief is still watching."

Someone couldn't resist wanting to grab a piece, but was immediately stopped by the person beside them.

The dishes aren't all served yet; what's the rush?

Yet the Fire Spirit Chicken on the table looks and smells so fragrant, who could resist?

Fortunately, with Ye Zhangqing's speed, he didn't make everyone wait too long.

In less than a Shíchén, he had all the dishes served.

More than ten large tables were already full of people, each one drooling.

They were just waiting for the Elder Clan Chief to finish his opening remarks, then they would start eating.

At that moment, the Elder Clan Chief also rose, cleared his throat, and wanted to say something.

"Cough cough, today is my grandson's birthday, thank you all……."

He intended to say some formalities, as he always had before.

But this time, nobody had the mood to listen to the Elder Clan Chief's nonsense.

With this delicious food before them, who would still be working a construction site here to listen to your mumbling?

Everyone had endured for a long time, finally holding out until now, and you still keep spouting nonsense—this is unbearable.

So, before the Elder Clan Chief could even say a couple of words, someone spoke up.

"Dad, make it short."

"What do you mean?"

He turned his head and glared angrily at his own son; this unfilial offspring dared to interrupt his speech.

But before the Elder Clan Chief could open his mouth, someone else started clapping enthusiastically.

"Good, the Clan Chief spoke well."

Huh???

Hearing the applause, the Elder Clan Chief instead felt a bit dazed—"Good? What's good? I haven't said anything yet, how is it good?"

And with someone leading, the applause grew louder and louder, leaving the Elder Clan Chief completely bewildered—he had only just begun, hadn't even said the following words, and yet it was already "good"?

For a moment he didn't react, but the crowd gave him no chance at all.

As the applause faded, without waiting for the Elder Clan Chief's reply, everyone started eating heartily on their own.

"Come on, come on, today is a good day, everyone don't be polite, eat, eat."

"This yellow-braised Fire Spirit Chicken is delicious, it's called yellow-braised, I've never eaten it before."

This Fire Spirit Chicken even has such a way of cooking; we were ignorant and inexperienced before.

Ye Zhangqing's cooking technique was something the many Barbarian God Tribe members had never seen before.

Not to mention seeing it, they hadn't even heard of it.

The Fire Spirit Chicken already tasted good, and after Ye Zhangqing's Chúyì, it was simply taken to a higher level.

Ye Zhangqing himself also tried it; the taste was indeed good, it's a quality ingredient.

Moreover, it is greatly beneficial for the flesh and blood qi.

As soon as they started eating, the many Barbarian God Tribe members in the courtyard couldn't stop.

Each one was happily feasting, enjoying the meal immensely.

The Elder Clan Chief watched as some tribespeople had already stood up on their chairs, his mouth twitching.

These guys don't even give him a chance to speak, and he is the Clan Chief.

He still wanted to open his mouth and scold a few sentences; they really have no manners at all.

The Clan Chief hadn't even finished speaking, and you all interrupted him like that— is that appropriate?

But when he lowered his head to look, he saw the food on the table rapidly dwindling, and in the blink of an eye, more than half was gone.

This made the Elder Clan Chief anxious.

"Leave some for me, I am the Clan Chief."

"Unfilial son, that leg is mine, put it down."

"You unfilial grandson, I doted on you in vain before; do you even know filial piety anymore?"

Soon he couldn't bother speaking and joined the scramble.

There's no way; if we don't act now, later we might not even get a sip of soup.

These folks truly have no respect for the elderly or care for the young.

Even so, the Elder Clan Chief still didn't manage to grab a few bites, and the table's dishes were already completely empty.

It felt like he hadn't eaten anything, and that whole table of food was gone.

Looking at those empty plates, the Elder Clan Chief fell into deep silence.

"The dishes— he hasn't even had a few bites of meat, and they're already gone?"

Not to mention the Elder Clan Chief not having had his fill, the other Barbarian God Tribe members also hadn't.

Even those women were still feeling unsatisfied.

At that moment, the Elder Clan Chief's son spoke up and made a suggestion.

"Dad, why not add some dishes? Nobody is full yet."

As soon as he said that, it immediately garnered everyone's support.

Yeah, with just this little, who could it feed? Let other tribespeople see, and they'd think our tribe can't even afford Fire Spirit Chicken.

Kill the chicken, we must kill the chicken and add dishes.

"Kill the chicken, kill the chicken."

"I'll go get my family's Fire Spirit Chicken right now."

"Do you still have any Fire Spirit Chicken at your place? Didn't you finish them last month?"

"Heh, my family still has the Chicken King, you forgot."

Your days are over.