Chapter 133: The Hungry Ghost Mu Yucheng
Mu Yucheng lowered his head, looked at Xu Xiang for a second, and nodded. Xu Xiang stared at him as he took a few steps back, and stood there motionless. Shaking her head after seeing his weird behavior, she ignored him and took out the ingredients directly from her space.
As the main dish, she is going to prepare simple meat and vegetable fried rice. Since this dish is so easy to prepare, she cooked a large portion in just twelve minutes. After scooping the hot fried rice from the wok into a big clean wooden basin, Xu Xiang immediately took out the ingredients for the next dish.
Mu Yucheng stood behind her, staring fixedly at the big wooden basin containing the delicious fried rice that was still steaming. Looking at the spiritual aura shrouding the fried rice, he swallowed, and approached Xu Xiang shamelessly.
Seeing that she was busy preparing another batch of ingredients, he hesitated for a moment, before asking, "Can I eat too?"
"Just eat if you want." Xu Xiang answered Mu Yucheng casually, without lifting her eyes to look at him.
With her permission, Mu Yucheng quickly took out a pair of chopsticks and a large porcelain bowl from his spatial ring. Xu Xiang heard the people around her sucking in breath, and raised her eyes, only to see Mu Yucheng filling the big bowl in his hand to the brim with fried rice at fast speed.
Just when the people of the Xiuluo tribe were surprised by the sudden appearance of bowl and chopsticks in Mu Yucheng’s hand, Xu Xiang was surprised to see that such a large amount of fried rice could be stuffed into the big bowl that looked normal.
’How can that bowl hold a third of the total amount of fried rice?’
She was speechless, and couldn’t help asking him curiously. "... Can you finish eating all of it?"
Mu Yucheng had already started to gobble up the fried rice in his bowl elegantly when he heard her question. There was food in his mouth, so he just nodded in reply. Seeing that there were only two thirds of the original fried rice left on the big wooden basin, Xu Xiang couldn’t help but take another look at the tall and handsome man who ate elegantly like a hungry ghost beside her.
She shook her head, and thought: ’Forget it, forget it. It seems that he is really hungry after only eating nothing and drinking water. I don’t know how he could starve when his sect is so rich.’
She thought that after eating so much fried rice, Mu Yucheng definitely couldn’t eat anything else anymore, so Xu Xiang only prepared enough food for her and the people of the Xiuluo tribe. Who knew that when the sweet and sour squirrel fish was ready, Mu Yucheng walked up to the table where she put the wooden basins with an empty bowl.