I Don’t Eat This Kind of Food

Yun Chujiu shook her head. "No, Brother Wuji, why do you ask?"

"There's a very strong smell of burning! Don't you smell it?"

Yun Chujiu's attention was on the food on the table, so she didn't notice it. After hearing what Xue Wuji said, she raised her nose and sniffed. Something did smell like it was burning. Where did the smell come from?

Elder Qu happened to hear Xue Wuji and Yun Chujiu talking, he said, "Yesterday, the grass over there suddenly caught fire! Don't you think it's strange? We speculated that it might be that old fart Du Guyi's idea to prevent us from having a good rest. If that's the case, we won't be able to perform well in the competition. That old man is really insidious!"

Yun Chujiu felt a little guilty for no reason. "Elder Qu, where is the fire?"

Elder Qu stretched out his finger. "There, it's over there, to the west of that hemlock tree!"