Chapter 354

“Delicious! This spicy rabbit head is authentic!”

Emma’s mouth was slick with oil, her hands stained bright red by the chili grease, and paired with her fully transformed blood-red pupils, she looked rather frightening—especially since she devoured half a rabbit head in one bite, making Li En feel oddly uneasy.

This was quite rare; although herbivorous metamorphs could eat meat, they generally didn’t care for it.

But seeing the absurd curves and muscle density of her body, Li En suddenly understood.

“Authentic? Then eat more.”

Watching Emma, her mouth full of “authentic flavor,” Li En found it amusing.

This was my own “hometown dish”—where did you get “authentic”? There are plenty of meat dishes here; it’s not impossible some ancestor of Li Ensu caused trouble—I really can’t be sure it never happened.

In this world, having something to eat is enough; even rat meat has professional recipes, so why eat such a cute bunny? Still, locals rarely eat the rabbit’s head—Li En thought it was a waste.

When the chef said he couldn’t make it, Li En just did it himself.

She might be right—it could truly be an ancestral recipe passed down unchanged.

“Ha, this spice—perfect.”

Maybe it was too spicy; tears streamed from the woman’s eyes.

Seeing her face covered in chili sauce, Li En sighed and instinctively handed her a tissue.

But this naturally forward woman glanced at her oily hands and the rabbit head, then simply tilted her face toward him, asking him to wipe her.

“This…” Looking at Emma, expectant and eager, Li En weighed his options—holding this pose too long would only make both of them more awkward.

So he swiftly wiped her face. Then a sharp pain struck his waist—the serpent woman beside him shot him a furious glare.

Li En was torn between laughter and frustration—what kind of jealousy was this? A stranger who’d just met him and acted like an old friend, and his girlfriend took it seriously?

Still, looking at the snow-white expanse below her waist, and those bouncing, massive white rabbits, Li En didn’t know where to look at this overexposed rabbit-girl ranger.

“...So it’s the innocent version? Guess I arrived early.” Li En didn’t know that Emma, gnawing on the rabbit head, had seen through everything.

Her gaze swept the surroundings—the stifled serpent woman was the current girlfriend. Clearly, nothing had happened yet. Was this master still the pure, untouched original version?

Still, she truly missed the taste—she’d tried recreating the dish herself, but somehow, something was always missing.

Since she was curious, the spirit directly asked.

“Oh, the key is the chili sauce ratio—I added rice wine.”

Li En didn’t hide his “secret recipe”; in fact, he was a little proud of it.

“Oh, actually, I can’t cook, Sallyman—I’m not just refusing to make food for you. I only know how to prepare wild game.”

Li En spoke the plain truth: his cooking skills were mediocre, but he excelled at preparing wild rabbit, wild boar, and freshwater fish—each with his own unique techniques and recipes.

“I learned this back then, when hosting distinguished guests.”

Li En spoke a half-truth—he’d once traveled nationwide to attract investors, all to climb the ranks faster.

“Investor attraction” sounded grand, but in essence, it was just “painting big pictures,” “treating well,” and “having sharp eyes.”