Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Tu Junfang was completely subdued, being directed around by Cheng Mo.

"Old Tu, wash those mushrooms clean. Yes, wash them one by one, and remove the dirt from the roots."

"The rabbit meat is chopped. Go open that jar of honey; we'll use it to brush the roast chicken later."

Peel a few more cloves of garlic and mince them.

Tu Junfang agreed, his hands continuing to work.

Xia He sat on a small stool next to him, her hands cupping her face, her eyes fixed on Cheng Mo, muttering, "Little Taoist priest, are you done yet? I'm hungry."

Cheng Mo didn't turn his head: "Soon, soon."

He first blanched the rabbit meat in boiling water to remove the gamey smell, then heated oil in a wok, sautéed scallions, ginger, and garlic until fragrant, and then added the rabbit meat to stir-fry. The rabbit meat sizzled in the wok, and the aroma began to waft out.

Xia He sniffed, her eyes brightening even more.

Once the rabbit meat was almost cooked, Cheng Mo added the soaked dried mushrooms, then added water to cover the ingredients, covered the pot, and simmered it.

The pheasant was cleaned, rubbed with salt and seasonings, brushed with honey, and then slowly roasted over a fire.

Cheng Mo then took out dried bamboo shoots, cut them into sections, and threw them into another pot along with a few pieces of rabbit bones to make soup.

Tu Junfang watched from the side, his mind filled with doubt.

This technique, this level of proficiency, takes at least ten or eight years to master.

As he chopped the garlic, he asked, "Brother Cheng, who taught you your cooking skills?"

Cheng Mo flipped the roast chicken over and casually replied, "I figured it out myself."

Tu Junfang recalled that over the past few decades, he had basically only eaten things that could fill his stomach. Sometimes, when he was in the wild, he would make a fire and roast a rabbit, then eat it as soon as it was cooked, without caring much about the taste.

Comparing yourself to others is a recipe for disaster.

The pot of stewed rabbit meat came to a boil. Cheng Mo lifted the lid, and the aroma was rich. He added some more seasonings and turned the heat down to a simmer.

The roast chicken turned over the fire, its skin gradually turning golden brown, the fat dripping onto the charcoal, sizzling and emitting a wisp of smoke.

Cheng Mo flipped the roasted chicken over and brushed another layer of honey on top.

Xia He couldn't sit still any longer. She moved closer to the fire and stared at the roast chicken: "Is it ready? Is it ready?"

Cheng Mo made a cut on the chicken leg with a knife, revealing the flesh color. Juice seeped out: "Almost there, just a few more minutes."

Xia He swallowed hard and continued staring.

Tu Junfang watched the interaction between the two and suddenly felt a little envious.

When he was young, he also dreamed of this kind of life: getting married, having a few children, and living a lively and joyful life.

But after practicing this deadly technique, those thoughts gradually faded away. It wasn't that I didn't want to think about them, but that I dared not.

When one is entangled by the three corpses (a metaphor for being consumed by evil spirits), the stronger the desires, the heavier the backlash. One can only suppress them, suppress them, until in the end, everything is suppressed away.

"Old Tu, don't just stand there, pass over the minced garlic over there," Cheng Mo called out to him.

Tu Junfang snapped out of his daze, found the minced garlic, and handed it over.

Cheng Mo took the garlic and sprinkled it on the roast chicken. The aroma of garlic mixed with the smell of meat wafted out, and Xia He took a deep breath, her face full of delight.

After a while, Cheng Mo announced, "We can eat now."

Xia He was the first to rush forward, reaching out to grab the roast chicken.

Cheng Mo slapped her hand away: "It's hot!"

Xia He awkwardly withdrew her hand, watching Cheng Mo take the roast chicken down, place it on a clean leaf, and cut it into pieces with a knife.

The stewed rabbit meat is also ready. It's served in a large earthenware bowl, with a rich broth and tender meat.

The dried bamboo shoot soup is light and refreshing, perfect for cutting through the richness of other dishes.

Before Cheng Mo, the chef, had even touched his chopsticks, Xia He had already started eating.

She picked up a piece of rabbit meat, popped it into her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and her eyes immediately narrowed: "Mmm~~~ This is amazing!"

Then the chopsticks reached for the roast chicken.

"Wow! This is the taste!"

Tu Junfang also picked up his chopsticks.

He picked up a piece of roasted chicken and put it in his mouth.

The crust is crispy, sweet with honey and rich with garlic, while the meat inside is tender and juicy, melting in your mouth with every bite.

He picked up another piece of rabbit meat.

The rabbit meat is stewed until tender and flavorful, and the mushrooms are soaked in the broth. One bite and your mouth is filled with fragrance.

Tu Junfang put down his chopsticks, looked at Cheng Mo, and said seriously, "Brother Cheng, your move has truly amazed me."

Cheng Mo was washing his hands when he heard this and smiled: "It's only because I always use your ingredients that I can make this."

Tu Junfang shook his head: "These past few decades, I've truly wasted my life."

Xia He was happily eating when she heard this and stopped abruptly.

As she chewed the meat in her mouth, a sense of crisis inexplicably rose in her heart.

The little Taoist priest is so amazing, do I have to become more amazing too?

The superpowers need to be further developed, and it would be best to develop a complete system like Meng Ge did.

And there's the Divine Craftsmanship Technique, hmm, I need to learn that.

The little Taoist priest had previously said that Duoduo should also learn this skill, lest she fall behind Duoduo in the future.

Thinking this, Xia He quickened her pace even further.

You need to work hard to earn money so you'll have the energy to study.

The meal was eaten in a flash.

Xia He patted her round belly, leaned against Cheng Mo, and looked satisfied.

Tu Junfang was also full and sat there, not wanting to move.

Cheng Mo stood up and clapped his hands: "That's enough, we should go."

Xia He said "Oh" and then stood up.

Cheng Mo bowed to Tu Junfang and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, Old Tu. We'll be leaving now."

Xia He also thanked him, "Thank you so much, Uncle Crazy."

Tu Junfang returned the greeting and first said to Xia He, "Miss Xia, why don't you still call me 'Strange Uncle'? After all, I'm not crazy yet."

Tu Junfang returned the greeting and first said to Xia He, "Miss Xia, why don't you still call me 'Strange Uncle'? After all, I'm not crazy yet."

Cheng Mo chimed in from the side, "It was bound to happen sooner or later."

Xia He patted him on the shoulder and said to Tu Junfang, "Hello, weird uncle, goodbye, weird uncle."

Tu Junfang: "..."

The two got on the motorcycle, and Tu Junfang quickly said, "Please wait a moment, you two."

The two of them turned around to look at him at the same time.

Tu Junfang pulled out a cell phone: "Let's exchange phone numbers."

Cheng Mo nodded: "Oh, that's right. I'll provide you with after-sales service for six months. This meal will be my reward."

Tu Junfang quickly waved his hand: "I'm not worried about your skills, Brother Cheng, but I have a favor to ask."

Cheng Mo said sincerely, "Then let's not talk about it."

Xia He nudged him forward, then turned to Tu Junfang and asked, "Uncle, could you elaborate?"

Tu Junfang was a little embarrassed: "If my three corpses show any unusual activity again, could you two please help me suppress them once more?"

Cheng Mo turned around 180 degrees and said to Xia He, "See? I told you he'd go crazy sooner or later. He's even begging us to beat him up."

Xia He was also starting to lose her composure: "Um... are you sure, weirdo? We only know how to beat people up. Maybe this is just a coincidence, or maybe it's actually your cultivation that has reached a certain level?"

Tu Junfang said solemnly, "Absolutely impossible." He had a very clear understanding of his own strength.

Tu Junfang added, "Please rest assured, I will not bother you frequently."

When Xia He heard him say that, she immediately agreed: "No problem. Actually, the little Taoist priest and I are both very enthusiastic about beating people up."

Cheng Mo took out his phone: "What's your number?"

Tu Junfang recited a series of numbers.

There was no signal in this area, so Cheng Mo could only save the number to his contacts and give the other party his number.

Tu Junfang clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you both."

Cheng Mo waved his hand: "I've never seen someone thank you for getting beaten up. Old Tu, take it easy, don't actually turn yourself into an idiot."

Tu Junfang was really losing his composure this time; his lips twitched, and he didn't know what to say.

Xia He waved to Tu Junfang: "Goodbye, Uncle."

Tu Junfang was quite relieved, at least no prefix was added.

The motorcycle roared away and sped off.