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Chapter 43 - 43 43 Is Dry Hot Pot Soup Traditional

43: Chapter 43: Is Dry Hot Pot Soup Traditional?

43: Chapter 43: Is Dry Hot Pot Soup Traditional?

“Lord Zhao Guang, what are you still doing here?

We were just about to try out the seasonings you brought.”

So that’s why Ocoro had run off so fast—it was because he saw Yars coming.

Lately, Yars had been beating Ocoro to teach him a lesson, and every time, Ocoro ended up with a bruised and swollen face.

Even though Ocoro would use medicine to recover, it was still painful, and he had to deal with looking like a pig for a while.

“Sure, let’s go try them out now.

I’m quite confident in them.”

The Beastmen figured it out, and they really liked this stuff.

Leaning in closer, Yars whispered, “Your Highness, keep your distance from Ocoro from now on.”

What did that mean?

Was he implying that he was a bad influence on Ocoro?

If the Commander started having a negative opinion of him, that would be bad news.

After all, his dealings with humans depended entirely on them.

“I, I was trying…” Zhao Guang struggled to come up with an excuse.

“That idiot’s mind is filled with nothing but corrupt and vulgar ideas.

What he has done to fine art is a tragedy.

Doesn’t he know that even in figure art, a good physique is essential?

What is there to look at in his flabby body?”

Yars was like a volcano about to erupt, fire blazing in his eyes.

So it was not about his own art but about Ocoro’s art.

Wait, that’s kind of awkward.

Aren’t both arts essentially the same?

“So, stay away from that idiot in the future.

Don’t learn anything from him.”

That was what Yars was most worried about.

Hearing this, Zhao Guang hurriedly nodded.

As for keeping his distance from Ocoro, he might have agreed if you had mentioned it before, since Zhao Guang also found that guy intolerable.

But now, Zhao Guang would definitely ignore that request.

The Magic Items Ocoro could provide were something you couldn’t.

And the dealings regarding Magic Cultivation in the future were much smoother with Ocoro than with Yars.

At least, as long as Ocoro found something interesting, he could trade it for whatever he wanted.

But with Yars, it wasn’t so easy.

For just a Breathing Technique, he would have to exchange a hundred thousand arrows.

Agreeing verbally, he then proceeded to the place where the banquet was being held.

Well, it wasn’t held inside a tent this time but outside, on an open space.

Quite a few soldiers showed up, and it seemed Yars had realized that they needed to be given some incentives.

If they weren’t given some benefits, they probably wouldn’t be as enthusiastic about matters in the future.

The soldiers were whispering among themselves, most having never tried the fine things Zhao Guang had brought.

Then, one by one, smaller cauldrons than those crude ones used by the Beastmen were set up.

Each of them was also a well-crafted iron pot, though they were still large.

Soon, water was boiling, and looking at the hot pot base being added, Yars felt his brow twitch.

This time, to win over these soldiers, he had really spent a fortune—all Gold Coins.

“Slice the meat yourselves, put in whatever you like.

But leave out those strongly flavored items, and Jack, throw away those mushrooms in your hand.”

Jack spoke loudly, “Lord Zhao Guang said that adding mushrooms is a very good way to eat.”

Yars felt his scalp twitch, “Did Lord Zhao Guang say that adding poisonous mushrooms was also a good way to eat?”

“Ah, so this is a poisonous mushroom, why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Yars almost couldn’t control himself and was about to throw this idiot out.

However, today was a good day, and he couldn’t let this idiot ruin his banquet.

“Hmm, this soup seems to taste quite good.”

Suddenly, Yars seemed to smell something and directly scooped up a cup of it and drank it down.

This rugged style made Zhao Guang’s eyelids twitch, it was simply a reenactment of the Beastman version.

And looking at Yars, he seemed to want more, which was unbearable.

“The taste is good, just a bit bland.”

Of course it is, compared to your chili oil mixed with liquor, it’s indeed bland.

“Why don’t you try mixing in some spicy liquor?” As soon as Zhao Guang finished speaking, he wished he could slap himself.

What a terrible suggestion.

He didn’t know what happened, but his mouth just blurted it out thinking about the Beastman.

“Good idea, I’ll try it.” The guy actually went and mixed it.

After one sip: “Not bad, not bad, hotpot with liquor truly is the best enjoyment.”

He wasn’t wrong, but why did it feel so awkward here?

Zhao Guang chuckled dryly.

Seeing that Yars seemed about to pour some for him too, Zhao Guang quickly said, “Wait, I brought my own drink, I’ll just have this.” Zhao Guang hurriedly took out a bottle of juice and twisted it open.

“You have something good too?

Let me try.” Yars snatched it from him.

Zhao Guang could only watch as he guzzled it down “glug, glug.”

“Pretty sweet, the taste is quite good, just lacks a kick.

This must be a mixer juice.

A man should drink this, only those, those fussy things like this stuff.”

Zhao Guang had a deadpan expression—despite hating it, he still downed half the bottle in one go.

Looking at the drink still dripping with saliva, Zhao Guang didn’t want to take it back.

“I’m fine with drinking this, it’s a personal taste.” Luckily he brought more than one bottle, just worried that someone might snatch it from him.

Finally, under Yars’s disdainful gaze, Zhao Guang poured himself another drink and took a sip.

This is better, this is the drink normal people should enjoy.

“Forget it, whatever you like.

So, this is already prepared, just put it in and eat it like that?”

Zhao Guang glanced at the thinly sliced pieces, indeed the knife work was excellent, truly befitting of a chef who came from a warrior background.

These slices, not needing to be frozen, were just as thin as if they were cut by a machine.

“Exactly, just like that, just a quick dip is enough.”

Zhao Guang fished out a slice, ate it, and thought, the taste is really good.

That wild flavor, under the cover of the soup, finally didn’t feel so prominent.

The others had been drooling over the flavor already, and seeing Zhao Guang start, they began eating enthusiastically.

Then, a burst of wolfing and gobbling sounds erupted on the ground, no less vigorous than at the Beastman’s side.

Not bad, not bad, the seasoning industry really has potential in this world.

Zhao Guang picked up his drink and slowly took a sip, raising his eyes, and “pfft,” he spat out all his drink.

If not for Zhao Guang’s quick reaction, he might have sprayed everything onto Yars.