Chapter 172: Fatty Kui’s Request
The two didn’t stop running until they reached an abandoned shed behind the laundry quarters. Inside, with gasping breaths and shining eyes, they sat down and devoured the yams like starving wolves.
"Worth it," Fatty Kui mumbled, his cheeks stuffed like twin dumplings.
Han Yu let the syrupy sweetness melt on his tongue, then sighed with bliss. "If cultivating tasted like this, I’d be a Saint by now."
Fatty Kui paused mid-bite, eyes squinting as inspiration struck. "Hey... what if we opened our own kitchen in the sect? Just imagine it—’Fatty and Han’s Cultivator Cuisine.’ Signature dish: Spirit-Stir-Fried Turnips with Enlightenment Sauce."
"Sounds like a great way to get expelled," Han Yu laughed, nearly choking on a yam chunk.
They clinked yam halves together like wine glasses.
"To chaos," Han Yu grinned.
"To sweet, glorious rebellion," Fatty Kui added, eyes twinkling.
And for one quiet night, the sect’s most troublesome newly reunited duo feasted in triumph—unaware that a very irate kitchen elder would be launching an official investigation at sunrise, complete with wanted posters: "Yam Bandits – Dead or Dealt With."
With their little escapade wrapped up, the two returned to Han Yu’s courtyard.
"Hey, why are you staying here?" Han Yu asked, blinking in confusion as he saw Fatty Kui follow him in like a loyal, oversized puppy.