Chapter 304: Roast Chicken Girl
Urban Martial Arts System
Chapter 304: Roast Chicken Girl
âI didnât expect to meet another fellow cultivator. Hahaha. It was obvious from the smell that the person who cooked the barbecue had extraordinary craftsmanship. I canât miss such a good thing.â Zhou Ping sniffed and followed the scent.
The smell was not far away, but it was very hidden. Zhou Ping wandered around a few times and found a cave covered by vines.
âThis place is quite secretive.â Zhou Ping looked at the cave with admiration and protected the dishes in his hands. He pushed the vines away with his shoulders and squeezed into the cave.
As expected, there was someone roasting in the cave. Hearing the noise at the entrance, the person raised his head.
For a moment, the two of them met each otherâs eyes. That person held a longsword in his hand, and there was a roast chicken hanging from the longsword. Zhou Ping carried two plates of dishes: Pig Knuckle and Steamed Goose.
âEat together?â Zhou Ping took the initiative to speak. He nodded.
There was no shouting, only a tacit understanding between the two foodies.
Only then did Zhou Ping look at her. To his surprise, she was a woman. She was dressed in light green clothes and looked very lively.
As for her looks? Was there no ugly woman in Cihangjing Temple?
It would be hard to find a more beautiful woman in Cihangjing Temple.
Among the beautiful women that Zhou Ping knew, Teacher Xiao was considered to be one of the most beautiful. Little Girl Wu could also be considered a peerless beauty.
However, compared to them, this woman in front of them was not inferior in the slightest, and even had a victory. One could not help but sigh. Cihangjing Temple didnât have any other skills, but he couldnât help but admit that they had chosen a beautiful female disciple.
However, Zhou Ping had seen too many beautiful women. He already had enough immunity to beautiful women, so he wouldnât be flustered when he saw them.
In front of the woman was a bonfire. Beside her was a pile of bottles and jars. They were probably spices. Zhou Ping didnât stand on ceremony. He sat down opposite the woman and stood across the fire.
âCome, try.â
Zhou Ping handed a plate of pig knuckles.The woman took it and sniffed it. She then looked at the Pig Knuckles.
âThis is Pig Knuckle made by Master Tang in the kitchen? Master Tangâs craftsmanship wasnât good. Although the Pig Knuckle was not bad, it couldnât be considered the best.â The woman returned the plate to Zhou Ping with a look of disgust.
âOh? After hearing what you said, are you an expert?â Zhou Ping wasnât unhappy when he saw the womanâs reaction. Instead, he was very happy.
âThatâs right. When I was ten years old, I was at Master Tangâs level.â The woman wrinkled her nose proudly.
âGood feelings! Hahaha, is your roast chicken ready? Let me try your skills and see if youâre bragging.â Zhou Ping didnât care about the dishes in his hands. He put the two dishes aside and stared at the roast chicken in the womanâs hand.
The roasted chicken was already tempting enough just by smelling its fragrance. Now that he saw the roasted chicken, Zhou Pingâs appetite kept rising.
Color, fragrance, and taste. Although he didnât know how it tasted, just the color and fragrance alone could give him full marks.
âThis is my roast chicken. Why should I give it to you?â the woman shook the roast chicken on the fire and said to Zhou Ping slyly.
âHey, thereâs fate when we meet. If we could meet here, why would we have so many secular rules? Besides, whatâs the point of eating alone? Wouldnât it be a sense of accomplishment to be able to conquer someone elseâs stomach?â Zhou Ping chuckled.
âBut I like to enjoy it all, especially when Iâm eating and others can only watch.â The woman smiled playfully and wasnât at all fooled by Zhou Ping.
âI said, donât split up like this. Everyone is a child of heaven, so we should be magnanimous. Why bother?â Zhou Ping moved closer to the roast chicken. âMy name is Zhou Ping. Whatâs your name?ââ
âYou want to know my name?â The woman in green rolled her eyes.
âMy name is Teacher Xiao.â
Ahemâ¦
Zhou Ping coughed.
âCome on, who are you?â Zhou Ping coughed and looked at the girl in green with a serious expression.
âSince you can call yourself Zhou Ping, why canât I be called Teacher Xiao?â The girl giggled at Zhou Ping.
âI am definitely called Zhou Ping, but you are definitely not called Teacher Xiao, because Teacher Xiao was my teacherâs name. If you were called Teacher Xiao, wouldnât you become my teacher?â Zhou Ping said with a serious expression.
âThat might not be the case. There are so many people with the same name in the world. Could it be that all the people called Teacher Xiao are your teachers?â The girl didnât want to be outdone.
âThe person called Teacher Xiao in other places is definitely not my teacher. However, there must be only one person called Teacher Xiao in the area of Cihangjing Temple,â Zhou Ping said confidently.â
âArrogant! Teacher Xiao is not a rare name.â The girl rolled her eyes at Zhou Ping.
âHey, Iâm too lazy to argue with you. Is the roast chicken ready?â Zhou Ping couldnât be bothered to ask the girlâs name. He pointed at the roast chicken.
âNot yet.â The girl didnât waste her breath. She focused all her attention on roasting the roast chicken and occasionally sprinkled some seasoning.
Instantly, the fragrance in the cave became even stronger.
âYouâre interesting. You actually used a long sword to make a roast chicken. Arenât you afraid that the long sword will be roasted black and scolded by your master?â Zhou Ping saw that the roast chicken wasnât ready yet, so he decided to chat with the girl.
âIâm not afraid. Itâs a treasured sword. Once Iâve finished roasting it, Iâll find a spot to wipe it off. Iâll make sure itâs clean,â that girl said.
Zhou Ping was speechless. Who didnât take the sword with them every day and take good care of it? Taking a sword to roast meat? Zhou Ping had never done this before.
âDid you steal this chicken? This way, you can give me half of it, but I wonât report you. How is it?â Zhou Ping felt that the roast chicken was almost ready, so he said to the girl.
âWhat is stealing? Being discovered was called stealing, but not being discovered was not considered stealing.â That girl snorted.
âHow dare you threaten me? Didnât you see that I went outside to bake? When you report it back, Iâll be long gone.â
âArenât you afraid that Iâll take the stolen goods as a thief and catch this roast chicken with you to see those old nuns?â This is the first time that Zhou Ping has fallen into a disadvantageous position in a fight. He immediately became interested.
âFirst, you might not be able to beat me. Secondly, I will definitely say that you stole this chicken.â The girl rolled her eyes at Zhou Ping.
âHow dare you threaten me? I wonât share this roast chicken with you.â
As soon as the voice fell, the girl took the roast chicken from the fire.
âAlready baked?â Zhou Ping stopped quarreling with the girl and hurriedly asked.
âNot yet.â
The girl said that it was not okay, but she took a bite without hesitation.
âWoo⦠hot, hotâ¦â
The girl took a bite of the roast chicken, inhaling and shouting. The little tongue in her mouth kept turning, but she refused to spit the chicken.
Boomâ¦
Suddenly, the girl who only cared about the chicken in her mouth felt a light in her hand. When she fixed her eyes, she saw that the whole roast chicken, together with the sword, fell into Zhou Pingâs hands.
âSo fast!â The girl raised her brows.