After the True Heiress Travels Back
Chapter 867: Half the Roast Chicken is Missing!

Chapter 867: Chapter 867: Half the Roast Chicken is Missing!

Quan Feifei was being hopeful, hoping that everyone would have opinions about Shi Yaoguang and then ostracize her together.

Unfortunately.

Not a single person followed the script she had prepared.

Quan Feifei tried her best to demonstrate what a monodrama is.

When no one paid attention to her, no matter how much she tried to provoke, it was useless.

Facing failure on one end, she wanted to make up for it from another direction.

The best way would be...

To unmask Shi Yaoguang’s "false front."

She didn’t believe that Shi Yaoguang could actually cook.

It’s just chestnut roasted chicken, right?

Clean the chestnuts and wild chicken, put them in a pot, add some salt and oil, and that’s it.

The chestnut roasted chicken made this way, who knows if it’s even edible.

Wild game requires special handling, if Shi Yaoguang doesn’t handle it well, tsk tsk, wouldn’t it just stink?

Quan Feifei couldn’t wait to see Shi Yaoguang’s downfall.

At that moment, disregarding any manners, she directly lifted the lid of the clay pot containing Shi Yaoguang’s chestnut roasted chicken.

The aroma of the chestnut roasted chicken, which had just been slightly leaking through a crack, was already mouth-watering.

Now, as the lid was opened, the overpowering fragrance hit everyone’s nose.

Everyone present instinctively made a swallowing motion.

It wasn’t out of greed...

This was just the purest, most primitive human desire.

Besides, even if they admit to being greedy, so what?

Who can say a word against it?

Food and sex are human nature.

Well.

Qiao Yiyi’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, he couldn’t help but be the first to ask, "When... are we eating?"

As soon as he spoke, everyone looked towards Shi Yaoguang.

Instinctively treating her as the leader.

Some smart ones even opened their own food and approached Shi Yaoguang, suggesting to share.

The director’s team, seeing this development, couldn’t help but show a relieved smile.

Guests are meant to share after all.

Shi Yaoguang naturally wouldn’t refuse and called everyone to prepare their bowls and chopsticks. All the guests gathered around the table, forming a circle.

After someone said "Let’s eat,"

everyone simultaneously reached for Shi Yaoguang’s chestnut roasted chicken with their chopsticks.

Just when seven pairs of chopsticks were about three inches away from the clay pot of chestnut roasted chicken, a voice broke through the clouds.

"Stop your chopsticks—"

Quan Feifei originally thought her braised fish would be the most popular dish at the scene.

She even thought that, other than Quan Jinbei, no one would share.

Unexpectedly, not a single person looked at her braised fish.

Watching a few people staring fervently at Shi Yaoguang’s chestnut roasted chicken, her gaze at the chestnut roasted chicken was so intense it could almost shoot flames.

Until she heard that shout, she subconsciously looked up at Shi Yaoguang.

Confirming it wasn’t Shi Yaoguang who spoke, she still found it odd.

She didn’t know whose voice shouted "Stop your chopsticks—" just now.

Everyone, though still drooling over the chestnut roasted chicken,

reined in their impulse, reluctantly pulled their chopsticks back.

However, their eyes were still fixed on the chestnut roasted chicken.

Then...

They watched as the clay pot of chestnut roasted chicken was lifted by someone.

Carried away in some direction.

If the situation weren’t so critical, someone would probably have praised it.

But...

"Holy shit!" someone immediately shouted, "Put down that chicken!"

At the crucial moment, even idols can drop the ball.

Look, someone swore on the show.

But it was understandable, after all, nobody’s perfect.

"Holy shit" in some sense is just an expression of emotion.

Not really cursing at anyone.

Still, seeing the chestnut roasted chicken "stolen" in front of everyone was hard to swallow.

"Amitabha."

Hearing this chant, everyone noticed the person who took the chestnut roasted chicken was a monk in a gray robe.

The young monk looked very young, in his twenties, clearly youthful.

With his childlike face, if he took off his gray robe and put on a high school uniform, it wouldn’t look out of place.

If... this young monk wasn’t here to steal their chestnut roasted chicken, everyone could definitely get along well.

But the problem is, there is no "if."

Now, the chestnut roasted chicken all the guests had been craving was monopolized by the young monk alone.

That’s intolerable!

Facing the condemning eyes of everyone, the young monk managed to stay composed, bowing with one hand over the other, chanting, "Sorry, dear benefactors, please forgive my rudeness."

Qiao Yiyi: "If you really want us to forgive your rudeness, give us back the chestnut roasted chicken!"

Though everything had happened too abruptly, it was obvious that the young monk had some skills.

Given his abilities, if he didn’t voluntarily return the chestnut roasted chicken, these guests, being rather weak, might not stand a chance against him.

Considering this, Qiao Yiyi and the others could only resort to intelligence.

After Qiao Yiyi finished speaking, the young monk replied with a slightly embarrassed tone, "I didn’t intend to snatch the food, I’m just very hungry."

Qiao Yiyi made an effort to process the young monk’s words.

If he didn’t misunderstand, the young monk was saying he didn’t mean to snatch the chestnut roasted chicken—he was just too hungry?

If he was truly that hungry, letting him have a meal wouldn’t be a big deal.

But coming here and snatching the obvious best dish, chestnut roasted chicken, what’s that about?

Besides, monks seem to have dietary restrictions, right?

Why is this monk not avoiding meat?

Before Qiao Yiyi finished complaining internally, the young monk continued, "Indeed, I came here for alms. I hope you can all be generous."

Qiao Yiyi snorted, "You don’t seem like a proper monk. If you want alms, we have vegetarian dishes here. How about having this instead?"

As he spoke, he handed over a boiled corn cob to the young monk.

The young monk clung tightly to the clay pot, firmly saying, "This chestnut roasted chicken is sufficient for me."

Qiao Yiyi rolled his eyes, "I knew you weren’t a proper monk! Monks are not supposed to eat meat!"

"The meat and wine pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart," the young monk said.

Qiao Yiyi: "..."

Lost for words.

There have been instances of "the meat and wine pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart" reasoning.

After all, wasn’t Saint Monk Ji Dian like that?

But can this situation be compared?

One is a legendary saint monk, the other is an obviously undisciplined young monk.

How can they be mentioned in the same breath?

It was as if the young monk couldn’t see the disdain in Qiao Yiyi and the others’ eyes; he turned his gaze to Shi Yaoguang.

"This lady benefactor, please, considering our karma, would you grant me this vegetarian meal?"

Shi Yaoguang observed him for a moment with a peculiar look, then nodded.

The young monk was instantly delighted.

He no longer needed to cling to the clay pot.

Since Shi Yaoguang had agreed, he no longer needed to worry about the others eating the chestnut roasted chicken.

He directly took out a set of customized utensils from his bundle.

Then, in front of all the guests, he separated half of the chicken and chestnuts.

Not an abstract half, but a very precise half.

When Shi Yaoguang was handling the wild chicken, her knife skills were excellent, with both sides symmetrical.

The young monk swiftly put half of the chicken meat into his customized utensils, and everyone watched as half the chicken was removed, leaving the other half with some chestnuts.

After taking what he needed, he returned the clay pot to its original spot on the table.

Seeing the chestnut roasted chicken reduced by more than half, everyone was heartbroken.