Fang Xi stirred with a spoon, tasted it, and couldn't help but reveal a pleased expression.
At that moment, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and saw a little figure sprinting out from the riverside cabin, drooling as he hid outside.
"You are... Xiao Chong, right?"
Fang Xi looked at the boy with a head shaped like a tiger's and amiably asked, "Where's your mom?"
Widow Liang had an appearance that could only be considered passable, except for her particularly fierce bosom, which left a deep impression.
"Gurgle..."
Xiao Chong swallowed saliva uncontrollably and said, "Mom went out to earn food... Uncle, what are you boiling? It smells so good..."
"It's snake soup... You can't have any yet, it would make your nose bleed."
Fang Xi chuckled, then ladled out a bowl for himself.
The flesh of wild beasts within the city, after processed by alchemists or Spiritual Chefs, could have its potency weakened enough for lower-ranking cultivators to barely consume.
