"Brother Han Yan, I brought some tasty treats, do you want to try some?" Mu Cheng rubbed his hands that had gone cold from the freezing weather and offered eagerly to Mu Hanyan. The rightful source is novel⟡fire.net
"What kind of tasty treats? Let me have a taste." Mu Hanyan was just feeling a bit hungry and asked curiously.
"These are all premium delicacies. I had to request someone to cook them especially. You wouldn’t normally get to eat these," Mu Cheng said, opening the oil paper wrappers with a secretive pride.
Instantly, the fragrance of oil hit their noses. However, looking at that pile of premium delicacies that one wouldn’t normally get to eat, Mu Hanyan felt a bit nauseous.
"This is the ten-spice roasted pig’s trotter; this is Little Fire’s roasted pig’s tendons; this is the spicy roasted pig’s leg. And this is the whole roasted suckling pig—look at this color, just perfect, a feast for the eyes, nose, and mouth." Mu Cheng introduced each dish while unabashedly grabbing a pig’s leg and gnawing on it big time. It was likely this guy had a vendetta against pigs in his past life, probably was killed by a pig’s kick. The so-called premium delicacies he brought out were mostly just pig’s legs and feet.
His voracious eating style made Mu Hanyan involuntarily think of Qu Shanling throwing himself on a roast pig and gnawing ferociously, making him shudder.
"Come on, Brother Han Yan, have some. Don’t be shy. This is how you should eat roast pig, with gusto and to satisfy a craving. You absolutely must not pretend to be prim and proper," Mu Cheng said, tugging and gnawing without a shred of elegance, mumbling as he spoke.
"After finishing, should I also wipe my hands behind my back to look more imposing?" Mu Hanyan thought of Qu the Godman’s bad habit and teased.
"Yes, how did you know?" Mu Nan discarded the pig’s leg and wiped his hands across his back a few times, then looked at Mu Hanyan with a face full of surprise.
"Where did you buy these things from?" Mu Hanyan was even more surprised and asked casually.
"Two famous chefs recently came to Heishi City, their skill at roasting whole pigs is unparalleled—said to be an eighteen-generation family craft. Also, they have unique mastery over eating the roast pig. You need to see how they eat it to understand what real gusto and dominance look like. There are so many people lining up every day to eat their roasted whole pig that I had to reserve a day in advance and promise a hefty sum to get them to start roasting before dawn," Mu Cheng said, savoring the memory, clearly not having had his fill yet.
Mu Hanyan quietly wiped off the cold sweat. She didn’t even need to say it, and she knew who these two famous whole pig roasters were.
Except for Qu Shanling’s two troublemaking disciples who could exaggerate anything to the heavens, who else could it be? She had joked that even if they didn’t act as God-men, they could make a living as chefs, and her prediction had come true. Not to mention, these two guys were indeed not dim-witted: they could boast as God-men, and they could boast just the same posing as chefs.
All this talk about an eighteen-generation family craft—were it not for the old god needing a hearty replenishment every day due to his constant "blood-vomiting," they wouldn’t be roasting any pig’s legs. As for the boastful claims of eating with gusto and dominance, it was all just polishing the old god’s image.
"If you had seen someone pouncing on a roasted pig and ferociously gnawing at it, you’d know what real dominance is," Mu Hanyan said with a lack of spirit, taking a dig at Mu Cheng.
"Right, I hadn’t thought of that way of eating. It must be truly bold and domineering," Mu Cheng’s eyes lit up, very excited by the idea. If it weren’t for the roasted suckling pig being a bit too small, he might have pounced on it then and there.
"It’s over. This guy has been brainwashed by those two little God-men. I guess the others aren’t much better." Mu Hanyan patted her forehead, imagining the scene where Qu the Godman, leading by example, would lead a bunch of brainwashed foodies to pounce on a giant roast pig and gnaw away, and felt another wave of chills.