Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 277: Spicy To Death Dog
Haotian had a sheepish smile on his face, and he hastily waved his hands begging for mercy, "I donβt understand, I donβt understand! Little sister is right."
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Yao Ji rolled her eyes, considering you sensible, or else you would be in for it!
Dress, demeanor, scholarship.
After carefully sizing up Yang Chan, Yao Ji shook her head secretly. From her dress and demeanor, it was clear to Yao Ji that her daughterβs academic level could easily be discerned.
Completely unqualified!
No, a sense of heaviness settled in Yao Jiβs heart, once they got back, she must properly cultivate her daughter, only then would she have a chance of winning Shopkeeper Chenβs favor!
"Hurry, hurry, this time it should be good, right?" The Xiaotian Dog couldnβt help but urge again as he watched the slices of meat in the pot turn completely another color, "I can hardly wait any longer!"
Yang Chanβs face looked a bit awkward, but because Yao Ji was present, she couldnβt make a scene and could only do it sullenly.
With her chopsticks, Yang Chan continuously fished out slices of meat from the fiery pot, placing them all onto the plate that had just held raw meat.
Clutching the meat, not only did Yang Chan not drain off the juice, she also maliciously swished it a few extra times.
"Eat, eat!" Yang Chan snorted softly in her heart, spice you to death!
"You put all of this onto a single plate for me, how am I supposed to eat it?" However, the Xiaotian Dog was not satisfied and continued to be picky.
"I havenβt even dipped it in sauce, arenβt you being a bit too perfunctory?!"
Yang Chan: "..."
Right now, she felt like punching the Xiaotian Dog in the head, wanting to knock this annoying dog to the ground. But with her mother by her side, she dared not act recklessly.
Yang Chan felt aggrieved and didnβt know what her mother was thinking. Why was she always helping this dog? Who is the real child here?
With no other option, Yang Chan carelessly picked up three or four slices of meat and poked them into a new sauce dish prepared by Chen Nuo, placing them onto an empty plate.
"There! Eat up!"
The Xiaotian Dog held its paws inward, akin to a person with arms crossed, its doggy mouth curling into a smile, nodding and shaking its head, "This is more like it."
It had originally planned to have Yang Chan blow on its slices of meat too, but after thinking it over, if it really went through with that, probably even its lady wouldnβt be able to protect it!
It, the Xiaotian Dog, had enough self-awareness to know what the bottom line was.
And then, at the edge of that bottom line, it provocatively jumped back and forth!
Coming back to his senses, the Xiaotian Dog stretched out its neck to look at its plate, seeing that the meat slices appeared temptingly mature, soaked through by the fiery red soup, they even faintly showed a uniform color, like patterns.
Adorned so, it seemed these werenβt mere slices of meat, but rather objects of exquisite beauty, which made it somewhat reluctant to destroy.
Of course, it was a dog!
Without the slightest hesitation, its mouth almost touching the plate, its tongue gave a lick, and the Xiaotian Dog rolled the meat slices into its mouth.
After chewing only a couple of times, the next moment, the hidden spiciness in the meat erupted like a volcano, assaulting the entire mouth of the Xiaotian Dog.
The scorching pain, in an instant, left the Xiaotian Dog completely stunned.
Witnessing this scene, Yang Chan couldnβt help but gloat over the dogβs misfortune.
Serves you right, eating something spicy!
Just by looking at the overly red soup bottom, she knew how terrifying the concoction boiled inside would be!
She wasnβt good at handling spicy food, so she simply gave up.
Now it seemed, she was right!
Yang Chanβs mouth curved upward, a clear case of reaping what you sow, not her fault at all.
The Xiaotian Dog was sucking in cold air hoarsely, trying to alleviate the pain. It had eaten Sauce-coated Duck before, and that had already been quite spicy.
I thought I had a solid foundation and had nothing to fear, but I never expected the hot pot to be this spicy!
In a panic, I swallowed the meat slice, but all that followed was a searing pain in my throat, which made it even more unbearable.
The meat landed in my stomach like a warm furnace, heating up my entire body instantly. If I were just an ordinary person it might have been fine, but as a dog with a coat of fur, itβs a bit stiflingβfortunately, my fur is short.
"Shopkeeper Chen... Shopkeeper Chen! Water!" the Xiaotian Dog couldnβt take it anymore and hurriedly asked Chen Nuo for help.
Chen Nuo didnβt speak, but with a light tap of his finger, a bubbling cup of Flat Peach Juice instantly appeared on the table next to the Xiaotian Dog.
Normally, to soothe the spicy burn, one should drink his Freshly Squeezed Flat Peach Juice, and drinking Flat Peach Soda while eating something spicy is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.
But who asked the Xiaotian Dog to order this Flat Peach Soda just now?
The moment he saw the Flat Peach Soda, the Xiaotian Dog felt as if he had seen a savior, his eyes shining brightly.
With trembling paws, the Xiaotian Dog awkwardly gripped the cup and brought it to his mouth.
The cold soda surged into his mouth, actually having some effect on suppressing the spiciness, but that was only momentary.
When the bubbles in the Flat Peach Juice burst in his mouth, everything changed, and the unrecovered pain from the spiciness suddenly intensified!
The violent spiciness almost broke through the Xiaotian Dogβs Mind and Spirit.
Fortunately, relatively speaking, the Xiaotian Dog could still handle some spiciness and ultimately made it throughβthe bitterness turning into sweetness.
After drinking the Flat Peach Juice, there was an indescribable refreshing feeling!
With gleaming eyes, the Xiaotian Dog didnβt wait for Yang Chan to make a move. He directly picked up a slice of meat with his mouth, dipped it in the sauce bowl, and swallowed it.
Another sip of the cold Flat Peach Soda, the melding of spicy and cool sensations, the hot spicy meat paired with cold soda was indescribably exhilarating!
Yang Chan was dumbfounded. From the Xiaotian Dogβs reaction, she could deduce how spicy that red hot pot base must have been.
How could one appreciate the original flavor of such a pot? At least she didnβt have the skill to handle it.
Looking at the Xiaotian Dog, who was alternating between expressions of pain and pleasure, Yang Chan felt a chill in her heart, wondering if this was some sort of self-inflicted suffering.
Could the Xiaotian Dog have some sort of masochistic hobby? It all seemed so strange.
Switching to her own chopsticks, Yang Chan delicately picked up some food, dipped it in the sauce, and put it into her mouth.
Her bright eyes narrowed into slits, a sign of sheer bliss!
The resurrection of her mother made her feel as if a huge stone hidden in her heart had been lifted, lightening her spirits all at once.
Seeing her mother again was a long-cherished wish of hers.
And now, thanks to Shopkeeper Chen, it had finally come true.
However...
After swallowing the food, Yang Chan pursed her lips, looking at Yao Ji floating casually in mid-air, somewhat speechless.
This mother of hers seemed to be favoring others over her own daughter, not helping her out but instead assisting a dog!
Just as she was about to continue with her meal, Yang Chan suddenly seemed to remember something. She looked up at Haotian across the table, hesitated for a moment, and then mustered the courage to speak softly, "Uncle, uncle."
She had only called out once when silence fell again. At first, Haotian didnβt react, but after a few moments, he finally caught on.
Opening his mouth, his face filled with excitement: "You, just now, what did you call me?"
Yang Chan was startled by Haotianβs sudden intense response, feeling somewhat afraid. Even though she now knew that Haotian wasnβt the cold-hearted uncle from her memory, it still was part of her childhood trauma.
It wasnβt easy to change all at once.
"Uncle... uncle?" Yang Chan tentatively spoke.
Could it be that he was angry? Was it too presumptuous of her to address him in such a way? Yang Chanβs heart felt apprehensive.
"Yes!" Haotian nodded repeatedly, responding with a beaming smile.
