Chapter 2667: Father-Son Bet

Everyone in the Flame Martial Tribe knows that the young clan chief, Qi Wu, has never raised a Fire Spirit Chicken since childhood; this is common knowledge.

As a child, it was because the elder clan chief spoiled him too much.

After all, Qi Wu was the elder clan chief's only son, his sole child, and moreover a late-in-life son.

One can imagine how he grew up with a golden spoon.

As a child, Qi Wu stole chickens and dogs, did everything imaginable, and was almost ruined by indulgence.

Finally, the elder clan chief came to his senses, gritted his teeth with tears in his eyes, and beat him severely several times, almost to death.

Moreover, Qi Wu turned over a new leaf, gradually grew up, and finally began to think about his future.

Only then did he have a proper livelihood, but the problem is that raising chickens isn't something you can just talk about.

So for a moment, all the Flame Martial Tribe members present fell silent, none speaking.

Seeing no one respond, Qi Wu obviously guessed what they were thinking, raised his brows, and said with an unwilling-to-lose expression.

"What? You look down on me? You think I can't train chickens?"

"You're training chickens? You can't even train yourself properly!"

But before the crowd could reply, the elder clan chief came in cursing, obviously having heard their earlier conversation.

Seeing his old father approach, Qi Wu immediately stood up and objected.

"Dad, how can you strike your own son like this? How can I not train chickens?"

"You still want me to strike you? Don't even talk about raising chickens—you can't even keep yourself alive."

"Dad, don't underestimate me; I tell you, never underestimate a poor youth."

"Poor youth? With your character, I fear you'll stay poor even in old age."

"How should I say it if I train them well?"

"How to say it? As clan chief, I'll give you a seat."

"Fine, that's what you said."

Previously, after the elder clan chief came to his senses, his education of Qi Wu underwent a great change.

From extreme indulgence, it directly turned into punitive education.

I don't know where he learned it, but according to the elder clan chief, that's this unfilial son—you have to beat him to make something of him, first crush his arrogance.

So from then on, whenever they met, father and son always ended up arguing.

From that perspective, Qi Wu also had a hard time.

He had a few good years as a child, but growing up meant endless criticism.

Now, facing the elder clan chief's criticism, he also got angry, and neither father nor son would back down.

And Qi Wu, seeing his old father's calm reply, gritted his teeth and agreed outright.

First, regardless of whether he could do it, he couldn't lose in spirit—better to lose the person than the formation.

In front of many tribe members, father and son made a bet, giving Qi Wu half a month to train the chickens, as long as he could train these three Fire Spirit Chicken Kings well.

Afterward, the elder clan chief would never again say that he was wrong in any way.

As the father-son bet was settled, the Fire Spirit Chicken meat in the pot was also stewed done.

Opening the pot, the aroma filled the air, and the Flame Martial Tribe members present instantly drooled.

The previous father-son bet was instantly thrown to the clouds; what now could compare to a plain meal?

Now that the meal is ready, eating is the priority; other matters can be dealt with later.

Even if the sky fell, one must wait until after eating to speak.

Twenty-odd ordinary Fire Spirit Chickens are not few, but not many either.

It's enough for the Flame Martial Tribe to have one meal, but to eat one's fill is out of the question—it's completely insufficient.

After all, the Barbarian God Tribe's appetite is several times that of humans; each person is practically a bottomless pit.

No matter how much food goes into the stomach, not even a bubble appears—there's simply no reaction.

So, twenty-odd Fire Spirit Chickens are just that much.

Ye Zhangqing remained as careful as ever; the flavor he made showed no decline compared to before, still just as delicious.

Moreover, this time Ye Zhangqing specially consulted the elder clan chief about taking some back for Tianlin and them to try.

Ye Zhangqing didn't ask for much, and the elder clan chief was now extremely warm and kind toward him.

Such a small pot of Fire Spirit Chicken—neither too much nor too little—so he readily agreed.

From this, it's not hard to see the Flame Martial Tribe's attitude toward Ye Zhangqing has changed.

Everyone still sat around the courtyard, eating with great enjoyment.

While eating, someone couldn't help but sigh.

"Sigh, after this meal, I don't know when the next one will be."

"When you're happy, can you stop crying here? Even eating can't stop your mouth."

"Exactly, the Fire Spirit Chicken is gone, but aren't there other ingredients? Even if the ingredients are a bit inferior, Ye Xiaozi's cooking skill here would still make the taste fine."

"That's right, that's right, I was just speaking from feeling."

"Stop talking, or there'll be nothing left to eat."

"Damn, leave some for me."

Fire Spirit Chicken ingredients will be hard to come by in the short term; the easiest to obtain, the Scale Stone Tribe, will certainly be on guard after this.

Trying to obtain them again will definitely not be as easy as before.

Moreover, even if obtained, the Scale Stone Tribe, already raided once, would have little Fire Spirit Chicken left.

That would only last a meal or two, not solving the problem.

Fortunately, Ye Zhangqing is here, so other ingredients won't be hard to make delicious.

More than twenty Fire Spirit Chickens were all eaten up by these Flame Martial Tribe people in just a few bites.

Not even a sip of soup remained; it was so delicious, how could we waste it? Wasting food is shameful.

After the big meal, many tribespeople strolled in the courtyard to digest, and only then did they leave, satisfied and patting their bellies.

And Ye Zhangqing also returned to his dwelling with the remaining small pot of Fire Spirit Chicken.

The amount wasn't much, but it was enough for everyone to have a taste.

So far, nobody has yet tasted this Fire Spirit Chicken.

So when Ye Zhangqing came back and brought out that pot of Fire Spirit Chicken, everyone's eyes widened.

"Brother Ye, please accept my bow."

Tianlin even performed a great salute on the spot—look, this is truly a brother like an elder brother!

He eats meat himself, yet doesn't forget to give everyone broth to drink; to be like the elder brother, one must keep you in one's heart.

Others felt the same, an indescribable emotion in their hearts.

Many people had moist eye sockets.

But this left Ye Zhangqing somewhat at a loss; he hadn't thought too much, only feeling trapped in the Shenjie of the Barbarian God Tribe, with surely great pressure in his heart—having finally gotten a chance, it's only natural to seek some benefits for everyone.

Speaking of which, they have now become comrades who share weal and woe, bound by life and death—truly like family.

It's a relationship where honor and disgrace are shared; naturally, they must care for each other.