"Yay! So cool, super awesome!" Zhao Ling’er said excitedly, dancing with joy.
Zhang Xiaohao slapped his hand in annoyance.
"Stop daydreaming, let’s go!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
Having said that, he turned and entered the villa.
"Humph! Think you can take advantage of my little witch, huh? You think my favor is that easy to take? Just you wait, this isn’t over!" Zhao Ling’er thought to herself, snorting inwardly.
Without giving Zhu Youcai outside another glance, she entered the villa.
"Hmm? How did it suddenly get so hot?"
In the living room, Zhao Ningyuan said, frowning.
"Hehe." Zhang Xiaohao gave a knowing smile, naturally not about to reveal anything about the Sha Qi Jiao Long.
Zhao Ningyuan turned on the air conditioner, and it became a bit more bearable.
"Xiaohao, my dear nephew, are you alright?" Zhao Ningyuan asked.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhao, for your concern. I’m fine," Zhang Xiaohao replied.
"The food is ready, Ningyuan, call the guests over for dinner." A middle-aged beauty said with a smile as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Hello, Aunt Zhao!" Zhang Xiaohao greeted with a smile.
"Is that Xiaohao? Just now, Ningyuan got a call from the elder, and when I heard you were coming, I got busy cooking. Come wash your hands and taste how Auntie’s cooking is!" Mrs. Zhao said with a smile.
"Thank you, Auntie!" Zhang Xiaohao replied.
The group of three headed toward the dining room.
"Ah! What have you brought here?" Suddenly, an exclamation came from Zhao Ling’er.
"Look at my memory, Uncle Zhao, Aunt Zhao, this is dog meat that I went to great lengths to obtain," Zhang Xiaohao explained.
"What? This is actually dog meat? You had the nerve to bring it out?" Zhao Ling’er exclaimed with wide eyes.
"Ling’er, watch your words," Mrs. Zhao scolded.
"Don’t underestimate it; my dog meat is no ordinary meat," Zhang Xiaohao said proudly.
"Psh! It’s just dog meat. There’s plenty of it in the market, and it’s nothing special. Stop bluffing me!" Zhao Ling’er said, curling her lip.
"I’m not bragging, but you couldn’t get this dog meat even if you threw a bunch of money at it," Zhang Xiaohao confidently said.
"Yeah, right," Zhao Ling’er scoffed.
"You don’t believe me?"
"If I believed you, I’d be a fool!" Zhao Ling’er retorted.
"How about we make a bet?" Zhang Xiaohao suggested with a sly smile.
"A bet? What’s the wager?" Zhao Ling’er asked.
"You know!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a mysterious smile.
"Humph! We’ll see who wins. If you lose, you’ll have to become my little lackey," Zhao Ling’er said, pouting her sexy lips.
"Deal!" Zhang Xiaohao laughed.
"Since we’re betting, there must be a way to decide," Zhao Ling’er said.
"You look down on my dog meat, right? I bet that when this dog meat is served, you’ll eat more than anyone else!" Zhang Xiaohao declared.
"Fine! If I eat it, I lose; if I don’t, I win, and you better not chicken out!" Zhao Ling’er said, giggling.
"It’s a deal!" Zhang Xiaohao agreed.
"Ling’er, you’re being ridiculous! How can you talk to your Uncle Zhang like that? Apologize to your uncle right now!" Zhao Ningyuan scolded.
"It’s just a bit of fun, nothing serious. Uncle, Aunt, please wait here. I’ll go to the kitchen for a bit," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Xiaohao, you’re a guest, let Aunt do it," Mrs. Zhao offered.
"No worries, Aunt, just sit here," Zhang Xiaohao insisted.
Carrying a black plastic bag, he turned and entered the kitchen.
Zhao Ling’er, not convinced, pouted and followed him.
Watching their backs.
"Ah! Xiaohao is really a nice guy, just a bit too old. Otherwise, he’d be a perfect match for Ling’er," Mrs. Zhao said. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵
"You, oh you! Our dear nephew Xiaohao is no ordinary guy!" Zhao Ningyuan said, somewhat irritably.
Zhang Xiaohao took out the dog meat, holding the kitchen knife with focused concentration, not even glancing at Zhao Ling’er.
With each movement of his hand, the knife fell, and the cold light flickered.
Shush, shush, shush...
Like crafting a piece of art, in less than a minute, he had cut the meat into uniform slices, placing them on a plate.
Next, he turned on the gas stove.
He tossed the sliced dog meat into the pan to fry.
Several minutes later, the slices of golden, shiny dog meat were ready.
"Does your family have a pot for hotpot?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"Hmph! Just wait, I’ll go and get it now." Throwing down the words, Zhao Ling’er turned and left.
Zhang Xiaohao smiled, picked up the seasonings, and began preparing the hotpot ingredients.
It took him three minutes to finish preparing a portion of hotpot seasoning.
He put the dog meat slices and the prepared hotpot broth into the hotpot.
Carrying it, he walked towards the dining room.
"Xiaohao, is it ready already?" Mrs. Zhao asked in surprise.
"It’s ready, Uncle, Aunt, see how my skills are?" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Hmm," Zhao Ningyuan and his wife responded.
They pulled out a chair, sat down, and took a slice of dog meat with their chopsticks and put it in their mouths.
"Hm?" Zhao Ningyuan and his wife both frowned at the same time.
Without a word, they began eating vigorously.
Then, they picked up their chopsticks and quickly started moving them.
"Dad, Mom, is the dog meat tasty?" Zhao Ling’er asked.
"Not tasty!" Both replied simultaneously.
"Haha! Zhang Xiaohao, you lose," Zhao Ling’er laughed triumphantly.
"In my dictionary, there is no such word as ’lose’!" Zhang Xiaohao said assertively.
He pulled out a chair and sat down, then started eating with his chopsticks.
This was Control Realm quality dog meat!
Zhang Xiaohao was eating it for the first time in his life.
As the dog meat entered his mouth, the rich flavor spread through his stomach—it was simply the most delicious food in the world!
Moreover, the slices of dog meat contained pure nature’s spiritual energy.
Ordinary people who ate it would strengthen their bodies, while cultivators would enhance their cultivation.
But given Zhang Xiaohao’s current level of cultivation, eating more was just a desire for taste.
"Ah! Zhao Ningyuan, slow down a bit, take less and leave me more!" Mrs. Zhao shouted.
"Weren’t you saying you wanted to lose weight? Eating too much dog meat will make you gain weight," Zhao Ningyuan mumbled indistinctly.
"Idiot! Didn’t you hear me asking you to eat less?" Mrs. Zhao shouted angrily.
"Ah! Dad, Mom, is it really that tasty?" Seeing this reaction, Zhao Ling’er asked doubtfully.
"Not tasty!" Both replied in unison again.
"You’re lying to me! If it’s not tasty, why are you eating it so fiercely?" Zhao Ling’er said.
After speaking, she picked up her chopsticks and grabbed a slice of dog meat.
"Hmm! Delicious! It’s so incredibly tasty!" Zhao Ling’er exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.
She quickly moved her chopsticks, joining the competitive rush for the dog meat.
They had a meal together.
Zhang Xiaohao followed Zhao Ningyuan up to the study.
Half an hour later, Zhao Ningyuan saw Zhang Xiaohao to the door.
"Goodbye, Uncle and Aunt, no need to see me out!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Xiaohao, come and visit whenever you have time!" Mrs. Zhao said.
"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded and turned to leave.
"Dad, Mom! I’m off to school." Dropping these words, Zhao Ling’er quickly chased after Zhang Xiaohao.