Chapter 295

After considering various possibilities, Xuan Feng's heart couldn't help but ignite a thread of hope—she might not be unable to drink this wine herself.

If the Sanniang fundamentally couldn't be bothered to pay attention, perhaps she'd leave the wine there when she goes in later.

After all, the Sanniang had just said not to, letting her eat and drink it herself; the words of a Holy Person, one sentence outweighs nine tripods, and will absolutely not be easily changed!

Moreover, she hadn't really seen the Sanniang drink alcohol before—it seemed only when Fuxi the Great God fell did the Sanniang drink, so she likely doesn't like alcohol.

The more Xuan Feng thought about it, the more she felt this made sense, and her heart no longer felt as heavy as before.

If it weren't for knowing the timing was wrong, she would have already rushed in to check whether her precious Peach Blossom Brew was still there!

After several more gulps, the Peach Blossom Brew was also finished—after all, this is a small jar, economical and practical.

Nüwa swayed, looking at the residual wine liquid inside that swayed with the motion, a hint of dissatisfaction appearing on her face—so little!

How did that girl Xuan Feng manage this? Such delicious stuff, why didn't she bring back more? Just this small jar—feeding birds? Nüwa couldn't help but resent it; at this moment, facing the Peach Blossom Brew, she had already set aside her so-called Holy Person dignity.

Just as she was about to tilt her head back to finish the last dregs, Nüwa suddenly recalled her earlier words, letting Xuan Feng eat and drink herself—but she had already drunk it all up immediately; would this damage her Holy Person dignity? Having reached the peak of cultivation, face had gradually become the primary concern of the Honghuang Great Powers... Nüwa was naturally no exception.

Furrowing her brow slightly, Nüwa carefully pondered the reasoning—she had indeed said that.

But Xuan Feng ultimately didn't take the Peach Blossom Brew, didn't she? This isn't equivalent to once again presenting the Peach Blossom Brew to herself without letting Xuan Feng directly carry it away—isn't that also a tacit acceptance? Nüwa, lost in thought, nodded slightly, so she fundamentally didn't break her word.

Done!

Without hesitation, Nüwa directly gulped it down in one mouthful.

Burp!

Drinking too hastily, Nüwa let out an alcohol belch, the lingering wine aroma once again swirling in her mouth.

One word: refreshing!

Squinting her beautiful eyes, Nüwa's gaze naturally fell upon the Flying Dragon Soup on the ground, unconsciously licking her vermilion lips.

The Peach Blossom Brew and this so-called Flying Dragon Soup must come from the same place, otherwise Xuan Feng wouldn't have taken them out together.

Since the Peach Blossom Brew is this delicious, the Flying Dragon Soup surely won't be particularly bad either—at least it won't taste awful!

Having had her appetite stirred by the Peach Blossom Brew, how could she ignore the existence of the Flying Dragon Soup? With a hook of her hand, the packaged Flying Dragon Soup box floated into Nüwa's hand; she lightly weighed the portion, and her face showed a few more degrees of satisfaction.

The amount of this Flying Dragon Soup is actually not small!

Not bad!

That is, Nüwa lowered her head to look at the strictly sealed lunch box in her hand, wondering what to say—made like this, is it meant for people to eat, or not to eat? After a while of effort, Nüwa opened the packaging, and as a wave of heat rose, the aroma spread across her face, lingering at the tip of her nose.

Nüwa deeply inhaled a large breath, instantly becoming intoxicated!

,. This aroma differs from the previous wine's sweet clarity—it is the meaty fragrance, mixed with seasoning, yet this taste is just right, making one smell it and be unable to stop.

Although Nüwa is not of the Human Realm, she also couldn't escape this aroma's temptation; lowering her head to look at the Flying Dragon Soup in the lunch box, the soup floated with specks of oil flowers, yet through it, one could see the pure clarity below.

The slightly whitened meat, adorned with various ingredients, was strikingly outstanding.

Nüwa swallowed her saliva.

Just by looking, her stomach was already growling—she wanted to eat it all!

Saying it and doing it.

Nüwa picked up the chopsticks prepared by Chen Nuo and clamped a piece of the beautiful meat, but Nüwa did not directly eat it; instead, her face showed a few degrees of astonishment.

This Flying Dragon Soup isn't actually dragon meat but poultry? After clamping it, bringing it closer, the aroma became even clearer, directly stirring the taste buds deep within.

Forget it!

Nüwa lightly shook her head—what's the point of worrying so much? If it's edible, that's enough!

So fragrant—even if she couldn't eat it, she might still eat it anyway; after all, with a Holy Person's cultivation, she isn't afraid of problems arising.

Nüwa bit into a piece of Flying Dragon Meat, about to tear off a small bite to eat, but discovered she had already done it without exerting force, a flicker of surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes.

This meat is too tender, isn't it? Chewing slowly between her teeth, yet there was no trace of dryness or astringency,

soft and juicy, the meat quality completely permeated with the essence of all the ingredients—good heavens!

If it weren't for having food in her mouth, she would have exclaimed aloud—what kind of meat is this? How can it be this tender? And moreover, it still possesses a natural freshness—how is this achieved? Nüwa couldn't help but marvel in her heart; just this one bite let her experience the inadequacy of the Wahuang Palace's Divine Chef.

Compared to this dish, they are simply insignificant to the point of dust—what they make can't even be eaten, anyway she feels that from this moment on, she will never again be able to eat the meals of the Wahuang Palace.

The difference is like the Hong Gou!

Drink another mouthful of soup!

Nüwa picked up the spoon, the soup water lightly entering her mouth—the aroma she had originally smelled now received its interpretation at this moment, her tongue tip enveloped by the soup broth, fresh and delicious, like a gentle countryside.

Immersed, unable to extricate herself!

She wanted to forever remain in that moment.

Her Peach Blossom Brew counts as preserved, and she doesn't know whether the Flying Dragon Soup can escape disaster; propping her chin, Xuan Feng lost in thought.

-Looking at the mother's earlier indignation, she surely won't eat it, and won't even open the packaging!

As long as it hasn't been destroyed or poured away, she can still retrieve it.

Just like with the Peach Blossom Brew, Xuan Feng is especially concerned about the Flying Dragon Soup's safety.

Because she just suddenly thought of something: the dishes at Chaos Residence can only be eaten once per day; although she can't drink the Flying Dragon Soup today, it doesn't mean she can't tomorrow!

Xuan Feng's little abacus clicked away in her heart—she dare not ignore the shopkeeper's words and eat directly.

If she isn't discovered, it's fine; but once exposed, she would lose the right to eat at Chaos Residence forever—this gamble is too big, she can't bear it!

The shopkeeper possesses vast divine powers and had already warned in advance—surely he must have his own unique way of checking, so she wouldn't dare challenge authority.

Moreover, if the dishes are cold, she might as well wait until tomorrow to ask the shopkeeper for free reheating, or try to refund and buy a fresh portion.

In short, one sentence: Mother!

The Flying Dragon Soup is waiting for you to come!

Bones piled into a small heap, yet Nüwa still didn't stop—this thing, eaten hot, will be even more delicious!

After a while, all the meat in the Flying Dragon Soup had been eaten by Nüwa.

So delicious, Nüwa's mood greatly pleased.

If she knew what kind of bird was stewed in this Flying Dragon Soup, she would catch it daily to eat; I really don't know—originally, meat could be prepared to such an extent.

This time she didn't use a spoon again; looking at the remaining soup, Nüwa, taking advantage of the temperature still being okay, directly started drinking.

Gulugulu, gulugulu!

The soup entered her throat, swirled open in her stomach, warm and comfortable, completely drunk up.

Nüwa's face bore a trace of satisfaction; she smacked her lips slightly, her fragrant tongue licking away the oil specks around her vermilion lips—it was truly delicious!

Nüwa's heart still felt some reluctance; there was nothing to be done—this had nothing to do with her willpower; this flavor would be the same for anyone who came, too normal, not exaggerated.