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"Big brother, it's just two bowls of Blood Soup, no need to get so worked up."
Chu Chen rolled the pig's head on the roasting rack while speaking in a whiny voice.
Worked up?
Am I worked up?
I'm fucking angry, do you understand anger?
Long Shaoyu took a couple of deep breaths to suppress his murderously irritable mood, managed to force a faint smile on his face, didn't say a word, and turned back to his original spot to sit down with a thud.
"Young Master, what do we do now?" the square-faced youth asked in a low voice.
"The Fire Boar Grass was just put in the pot; it might still be usable if we rescue it now," suggested the bow-holding youth in a low voice.
Long Shaoyu shook his head. The Fire Boar Grass was already starting to melt; its essence had infused into the soup. What use was it to take it out now?
After so much effort, he had finally entered the Fire Boar Cave and found the Fire Boar Grass, only to have it cooked into soup by this brat.
