Chapter 050 - The Harvest Brought by Spicy Chicken

Slambi walked out of the stone cave when it was already almost morning, with his current status and position, plus the warrior side there are a few battle saint level characters, teaching fighting qi and battle techniques this kind of work can not trouble him, every day when you want to do what you want to do, are at your own will.

Pulling a bottle of Bloody Anya from his space ring, Slamby tilted his head back and took a large swig to rinse his mouth, swallowing it with a grunt.

Wandering slowly down the street, Slambi felt something strange while dealing with the compliments of others.

The straight streets were white as far as the eye could see, and eight out of ten ground stalls held a few snow chickens.

"Why is this stuff being sold by so many people today?" With a pang of wonder in his heart, Slambi stepped forward, just about to find a random restaurant to dine at.

Suddenly Slamby stood still, his nose shrugged at a very rapid frequency, and his dim eyes immediately let out two brilliant lights.

There was a whiff of his unspeakable smell floating in the air, fragrant to say the least, and a bit of an odd odor, all mixed together, instantly making Slamby's mouth water and he couldn't even swallow.

Taking in the smell, Slambi locked on to the target and turned around and walked in towards the first restaurant on the street. Sure enough, as he stepped into the restaurant, the scent intensified, almost choking his nose.

There are not many people in the hotel, two waitresses covered their noses and hid in the corner, their eyes could not help but have tears flowing down, the middle-aged boss, however, was in general appearance, saw Slamby come in, and was busy welcoming him.

"Mr. Slamby ... cough ... cough ... cough ... cough ... "The owner didn't think it was very polite to cover his nose and put it down without saying a few words before coughing uncontrollably.

Slamby ignored him and headed straight for the kitchen room, and once inside, his eyes lit up abruptly.

Johnsan was standing in the kitchen room, a huge pile of bright red things turning in an iron skillet, the pungent aroma intertwined with the grease and smoke, but he was squinting with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Kid, what is this?" Slambi exercised his fighting qi to force the smoke away, not choking his nose like the others, and curiously came over.

"Oh, it's Mr. Slamby, hello." Johnsan smiled back at him and said, "It's a dish I learned from someone else when I was traveling out there, spicy chicken."

Slamby stared at the chicken nuggets flopping around in those bright red things, the knot in his throat moving up and down uncontrollably without blinking.

At this time, Johnsan watched the fire was almost ready and pulled out a few vials from within his spatial ring, carefully pinching some powder and sprinkling it into the pot, then carefully putting it back.

The scent of the house was even more intense.

"Wrap it up." Johnsan flipped it quickly a couple times, served the pot of spicy chicken on a large platter, and carried it toward the front room.

Slamby immediately followed.

Spicy Chicken, this was a dish Johnsan had thought about for a night before he came up with a way to "seduce" the Slann. He had no difficulty in finding the best snow chicken, and he had dried more than ten pounds of chili peppers in his spatial ring when he came out of the Locomotive Town. To him, who was as spicy as his life, that pile of chili peppers that he had found with great difficulty at the edge of the Moonfall Mountain Range was even more precious than the iron mother in his spatial ring.

Salt and oil, this world naturally had them, and peppercorns and ginger, as early as when he created the spicy hot pot, he had found them, and had prepared some in his spatial ring, but he hadn't found scallions and garlic, so he couldn't help but say that it was a bit regrettable.

A glutton is also a glutton, and Johnsan doesn't believe that he can't attract Slambi with his flavorful and spicy chicken.

The plan seems to be going well now.

Carrying his plate into the front room, Johnsan casually found a stone table and sat down, picking up a piece of chicken with a delicate iron fork and placing it towards his mouth.

Taking a deep breath, Johnsan closed his eyes and chewed slowly, his face full of indescribable relief and comfort.

Hearing loud gulping noises coming from his ears, Johnsan, as if he had just realized that Slamby was still standing next to him, asked busily, "Mr. Slamby, did you like it too?"

Slamby closed his mouth tightly, not daring to open it for fear of a raging surge of saliva, and nodded desperately.

"Have some if you like." Johnsan smiled and offered him an invitation.

Slamby had been waiting for this for some time, and with a sniff, he tried to sit down, when, with a whoosh, a dark shadow leapt in from outside, and with great speed occupied the only stone bench opposite Johnsan.

"Onina, you old undead, this little brother clearly told me to sit down, you don't go to refine medicine, what are you running to grab a seat for." Slambi was instantly on fire and cursed.

What appeared was an old man with a similar look to Slambi, except that his face was much cleaner, without a single beard, pale, and his eyes were an extremely bizarre dark gold color.

At this time, he also ignored the stormy Slambi, a pair of eyes staring straight at the plate of spicy chicken, his mouth kept mumbling: ''Snow chicken meat, isn't this the Flaming Grass that specializes in removing dampness and heat? How come it has such a strong flavor. Hehe, there are several other herbs, what are they?"

Fiery Grass is what people in this world call chili peppers, and some apothecaries will add Fiery Grass juice to their potions to remove some diseases produced by dampness and heat, and no one ever eats it as a vegetable.

Johnsan was amused, and looking at Slamby's furious anger, he stood up and said, "Mr. Slamby, you'll be sitting on my side of the table."

Only then did Slambi resentfully withdraw his gaze from Na'onina, sit down in Johnsan's seat, and nonchalantly pick up a piece of charred chicken nuggets with an iron fork and put it in his mouth.

"Whew!" As soon as the chicken nuggets were in his mouth, Slambi's eyes bulged round and he couldn't help but stand up, chewing and puffing with his mouth wide open, his expression as wonderful as it could be.

"How does it taste?" Onyna asked, swallowing and looking at Slambi.

Where Slambi cared to speak, all he felt was that his mouth felt like a ball of magical fire bursting open, his tongue was full of fire, even a slight red pain, yet contained a strange flavor he could not describe, and in an instant he was in an uncontrollable headlong sweat.

Fragrant enough to be flavorful, spicy enough to be hateful, Slambi was partial and couldn't bring himself to spit it out. Onina, watching from the side, couldn't hold back any longer and forked up a piece and put it in her mouth, her expression frozen in an instant.

"Bah ..." Onyena was busy spitting on the floor, only to feel a red pain in her mouth as she grabbed the wine from the bed and poured it into her mouth.

"What weird stuff, I've tasted a lot of poisons in my life, but I've never eaten anything so weird." Onina was only an apothecary but had no way to suppress it with his fighting qi, and spicy tears came out of his eyes.

Slambi ate seven or eight pieces in a row while he was talking, his face red and sweaty, his expression overjoyed. Oninagan looked at half a day, couldn't help but fork over another piece, forcing himself to endure the strange spiciness and chewing slowly. Steeply, his eyes lit up, quickly forked to the plate.

Unlike other dishes, which are easy to see at a glance, Spicy Chicken, with its tender chicken hiding in the bright red chili peppers, has a unique flavor to it.

Johnsan stood smiling, watching the two old men fight as if they were fighting, their forks dancing fast as they searched for the chicken pieces in the fiery red chili. Occasionally they found a piece, and those who found it were smiling and chewing it comfortably, while those who didn't looked indignant and persisted in searching for it.

It didn't take long for a plate of spicy chicken to be devoured by the two of them, and Slambi, somewhat unfulfilled, hesitantly forked a chili pepper and put it in his mouth.

Johnsan then tried to block it, but where to. The chili was in his mouth, and Slambi had just chewed it twice before his face changed, and when he saw Onyna looking at him with a wry smile, he swallowed hard and gave the other man a demonstrative look back.

"This old man is really tough." Johnsan laughed in his heart, the chili peppers in this world could taste even hotter than the morning glory peppers he had eaten in his previous life, he himself was too used to the spicy flavor to eat like this.

"Too ... much," Slamby thought for half a day to come up with an exact description, pulling out a bottle of Bloody Anya and taking a long, soothing swig.

"Little brother, it's so delicious, just a little less." Onina also couldn't get enough.

"Hmm." Johnsan smiled slightly and said, "If you guys like the flavor, I can also make different dishes with the Flame Grass along with other ingredients."

"Painful." Slambi clapped his hands and laughed, saying, "Kid has some heart, go, this is not the place to talk, go to my place."

With that, Slambi headed outside, and Johnsan, overjoyed, busied himself with following him out, while Onyena followed cheekily.

All the way back to Slambi's stone room, and ignoring Onyna off to the side, he took hold of Johnsan's wrist.

Feeling a stream of moxibustion hot qi surging from his wrist, Johnsan didn't dare to move and stood still. That fighting qi instantly traveled around his body in a circle, and when it reached Johnsan's dantian and lightly contacted his fighting qi, it receded like a tidal wave.

"No problem." Retracting his fighting qi, Slambi let go of his wrist and said, "Fire fighting qi, with the strength of an elementary warrior. I previously thought that there was some abnormality in my body that affected my spiritual cultivation by the fighting qi, but now it seems there is no problem at all."

Johnsan's heart sank at that moment, when Onina wiped the wine stains from her lips as she asked, "What's wrong? What's the problem?"

"It must be the alien gene in the body that's at work, maybe the apothecary will have some ideas." Johnsan's mind flashed with this information and his spirit lifted, and he busied himself with telling Onina about the matter in detail.

Onina listened but also fell silent, raising his head a long time later and asking, "Have you tried to learn fighting qi again since then?"

Johnsan nodded and said, "There's no progress in practicing spiritual power, so I haven't stopped practicing fighting qi and have been teaching myself."

"Which is strange." Onina shook her head, "I've never heard of such an instance either, so it seems impotent."

"But since it's so strange, you might want to try running your fighting qi while trying to see if you can meditate to cultivate your spiritual power. But that's not easy to do, after all, cultivating fighting qi and cultivating spiritual energy are two different things, hey, just pretend I didn't say that." Onina added another sentence.

"Talking a load of crap is tantamount to farting." Slamby bristled to the side.

"Thank you both." Hearing this, Johnsan, some hope welling up in his heart again, bowed his thanks to Slambi and Onina to say goodbye, and ran off with gusto.