Chapter 2661: Prodigal plaything, doesn't know to leave any

"We still have the chicken king at home, did we forget?"

"You can't go on like this?"

"Let's eat first, then talk."

"A sturdy man stood up and shouted, just after getting a taste from eating, it's gone—how can that be?"

"The companions nearby, hearing this, were all shocked."

"They, however, knew the situation of that sturdy man's family."

"Last month they got married, the family's fire spirit chickens were all taken out to eat, leaving only the chicken king."

"And this fire spirit chicken king, placed in any household, is extremely precious."

"Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone out to look for it when the chicken king ran away before."

"Now you're even taking out the chicken king to kill—are you not crazy?"

"Moreover…… someone glanced at a young woman speaking nearby and said softly."

"Can your wife agree?"

"But who would have thought, the next second that young woman stood up and said."

"Head of the household, I'll go get the chicken."

"Or maybe it's better that it's a woman."

"Hearing this, the sturdy man immediately laughed loudly and nodded repeatedly."

"Seeing someone even bring out the chicken king, others had no more hesitation."

"They all rushed home to catch chickens and add dishes."

"Not long after, many more fire spirit chickens were sent to the fire room, one of them extraordinarily large."

"It was a full more than double the size of other fire spirit chickens—undoubtedly the so-called chicken king."

"Many Barbarian God Tribe members hadn't eaten their fill, and Ye Zhangqing, without wasting words, quickly got busy at the stove."

"This second round of dishes quickly came out of the pot onto the table."

"This time everyone also had experience, and didn't give the elder clan chief a chance to speak."

"Seeing him just about to rise to say something."

"That... everyone, I'll just say a couple of sentences……."

"Just as he opened his mouth, the other tribespeople in the courtyard were already eagerly digging in."

"Without even checking what time it is, who would still listen to your nonsense?"

"No one paid any attention to him, the elder clan chief's face turned red, and he resentfully sat back down."

"The son beside him, his mouth full of oil from eating, mumbled indistinctly."

"Dad, you say you're this old, how can you still be so unreasonable?"

"Unfilial son, what are you saying?"

"Hearing that, the elder clan chief flew into a rage, turned his head and glared."

"But the next second, all that was heard was the son replying."

"Dad, if we don't eat now, there'll be none left."

"Damn, you guys leave some for me—I haven't even had a bite."

"Just look at the table: the dishes just added, in the blink of an eye, half of them are gone again."

"Come on, you eat the chicken without even spitting out the bones?"

"On this table, even after two rounds, not a single chicken bone can be found—it's clean as if just eaten."

"These guys eat the chicken without spitting out the bones, directly leaving the elder clan chief dumbfounded."

"As for the other tribespeople, they couldn't care less about this."

"Who spits out bones when eating chicken? If you had to spit out bones, that would just waste time."

"You'd have to eat less meat, just gulp it down whole and be done with it."

"Seeing that the dishes just added were almost gone, the elder clan chief, not caring about anything else, quickly joined the scramble for food."

"At the same time, he muttered curses under his breath."

"Rebellious, rebellious—I'm the clan chief, you guys leave some for me, is there any rule left?"

"Dad, say less, just hurry up and eat."

"Unfilial son, what are you saying?"

"Gone, Dad."

"What's gone?"

"Turning his head to look, the second round of added dishes couldn't last long either, swept away like wind and clouds."

"What met the elder clan chief's eyes were wide-open eyes."

"He stared dumbfounded for a long while, finally squeezing out a sentence through clenched teeth."

"Just take the chicken, add more."

"Two rounds, two whole rounds, he damn near didn't get a few pieces—no way, absolutely not."

"Since the elder clan chief even said to add more dishes, the other Barbarian God Tribe members naturally wouldn't refuse."

"They also hadn't eaten enough—this stuff, the more you eat, the more you want, it's simply not enough."

"Soon, over a dozen women stood up and went home to get chickens."

"In the fire room, soon another batch of fire spirit chickens was delivered."

"Seeing this, Ye Zhangqing even doubted."

"Still coming?"

Sorry to trouble you, little friend Ye, our Barbarian God Tribe naturally has a big appetite.

Huh??? What does having a big appetite have to do with anything?

It's already the third round.

However, Ye Zhangqing currently has no power to refuse; if the Barbarian God Tribe wants to eat, then we just make it—what else can we do?

Moreover, the Barbarian God Tribe women grew ever more enthusiastic toward Ye Zhangqing—on one hand they wanted to help, on the other they shouted at the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon.

What are you standing there for? Serve little friend Ye well—you have no eye for detail.

For no reason, he got scolded; this Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon only felt a belly full of grievance.

I didn't do anything—how is this still my business?

Ye Zhangqing's efficiency here remained unimpaired; soon it was done.

Plate after plate of various chicken dishes went up on the table again; this time the Elder Clan Chief had learned to be smart.

Without further ado, he immediately joined the scramble for food.

He figured it out—under these circumstances, it's not the time to talk; first damn eat your fill, then talk.

These damn things certainly won't care about his clan chief status.

Hoping they'd leave some for him? That's outright impossible.

So, the Elder Clan Chief this time could be said to be leading the charge.

However, he gained experience from the scramble, and others naturally improved as well.

Just as the food hit the table, with a bang, a figure leapt directly onto the table.

This scene gave the Elder Clan Chief a start; turning his head, he saw veins bulging on his forehead, and immediately cursed.

"Unfilial son, do you want to rebel? What are you doing jumping on the table?"

"Dad, don't talk, hurry up and eat."

Just see the Elder Clan Chief's son, squatting on the table, using both hands—his speed of grabbing food was indeed much faster.

Watching that unfilial son's whirlwind speed, the Elder Clan Chief was stunned—damn, could he even do that?

You little brat, this is going too far.

Others followed suit, one by one jumping onto the table and began to feast heartily.

Finally, the Elder Clan Chief also got anxious: "You all are jumping, right? Fine, then I'll jump too."

With a bang, the Elder Clan Chief no longer cared about his status, and just like everyone else jumped onto the table.

Besides, squatting on the table makes it easier to grab food; the speed of wolfing down meals is obviously much faster.

"Good good good..."

"Add more dishes, add more dishes."

Only all the Barbarian God Tribe members had completely let loose, opening their bellies to eat.

Eat, then add more—only then is it satisfying; the Fire Spirit Chicken should be eaten this way.

Until another round of adding dishes—no one knew which round it was anymore.

But after waiting for the Barbarian God Tribe women to go around the tribe, they returned one by one with tearful faces, speechless, and said:

"Gone."

Hearing that, the men were still puzzled, looking confused and said:

"What's gone? I told you to get the chicken; don't worry about the rest, we'll talk after we finish eating."

In response, the women replied with strange expressions:

"It's just that the Fire Spirit Chicken is gone."

"What the heck? The Fire Spirit Chicken is gone?"