Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 772 - 368 God of Food’s Little Scheme_1

Chapter 772: Chapter 368 God of Food’s Little Scheme_1

He instantly understood that the Rabbit’s strength had already surpassed his own. If he were dragged into the bushes, he wouldn’t die, but he would surely lose eight layers of skin! If this Rabbit were really that fierce, he’d have no face to show to anyone in the future.

"Take care of family members? Damn it, looks to me like you’re the family member! Get in there!" The Rabbit threw Tianpeng Marshal into the bushes with a single shove.

Then they heard Tianpeng Marshal screaming, "No! No! Ouch... ay, ay, ay... ow... it hurts, hurts, hurts..."

After a beating, Qin Shou came out refreshed and invigorated, while Tianpeng Marshal followed, crawling out with disheveled clothes and a bruised face, holding his waist and complaining, "Rabbit, what kind of Great Supplement Pill have you taken? Your strength has increased too fast, hasn’t it?"

Qin Shou snorted, "Sorry, I replenish myself by eating people."

Tianpeng Marshal, thinking subconsciously of Qin Shou’s teeth, stood up after a moment of silence and said with justified indignation, "Rabbit, I take my leave!"

"Stop!" Qin Shou shouted loudly.

Tianpeng Marshal asked with a cry in his voice, "What else is there?"

Qin Shou asked, "The big-headed kid you mentioned, is it Mutou, the disciple from the Wenqu side?"

Tianpeng Marshal nodded, "Yeah, that’s your fellow student. Don’t you know? His dad is freaking amazing, Emperor Qinghua of the East!"

Qin Shou was dumbfounded. He had never imagined that Emperor Qinghua of the East was Mutou’s dad! Kids of Overlords these days? Unbelievable.

Truthfully, he could not see at all how Mutou could have such an awesome background, considering the kid didn’t look all that fierce.

Seeing Qin Shou’s stunned silence, Tianpeng Marshal asked, "By the way, have you been to the Black Mirror and seen the other me?"

Qin Shou nodded his head.

Tianpeng Marshal’s eyes lit up, "Was I mighty and impressive?"

Qin Shou chuckled, "Killed by a slap from me."

Tianpeng Marshal made a polite gesture with his hand, "I take my leave!"

Having said that, he started to run away, legs flailing. Then he remembered he needed to fly to get back, so he took off into the air and flew away.

Qin Shou watched his retreating figure, shaking his head in resignation, only able to curse, "Dead pig!"

Creak, the door opened.

"Yu’er, don’t speak of him like that." Chang’e came out, smiling gently at Qin Shou.

Qin Shou rolled his eyes, "Can’t even speak ill of a damn scoundrel?"

Chang’e smiled, "At least, when you were not here and we faced trouble, he did help us out a lot. When people from Black Mirror came, it was he who drove them away."

Upon hearing this, Qin Shou nodded slightly, "I see, what about that toad?"

"You mean the Moon Toad, he’s underground," Chang’e corrected.

Qin Shou said, "Right, right, that frog. Someone needs to tell him not to suck all the Yuan Qi dry, our little demons need to cultivate too."

Chang’e smiled lightly, "Alright, I’ll have Yu’er say something later."

Qin Shou was momentarily taken aback, then remembered the little Jade Rabbit on the moon.

True enough, the next moment, a young girl with rabbit ears peered out from behind the door. The girl seemed to be of high school age, slender and perhaps because she was a rabbit demon, had very long legs.

Qin Shou took special note of her long legs and mumbled to himself, "It seems that when I take my true form, I should also have a pair of long legs."

"Yu’er, this is Yu’er, during your absence, she has been the one keeping me company. She’s also a rabbit demon!" Chang’e pulled Yu’er to her side.

Qin Shou looked up at Yu’er’s curious and excited big eyes and sighed, "Alright then, the title of Jade Rabbit can be yours. That’ll save us the trouble if Golden Cicada wants to go on another scripture-seeking journey and there’s no one to tease him."

"I don’t want to tease anyone." Yu’er shyly hid behind Chang’e.

Qin Shou laughed, "You don’t have to, but when the time comes, you’ll have to lend me your mortar for pounding medicine; I’ll go find him some fun."

Yu’er stared with wide eyes, clearly not understanding what Qin Shou was talking about, but she got the part about lending her medicinal pestle, so she nodded vigorously, her two big ears flapping back and forth adorably.

After the introductions, Yu’er went off to look for Moon Toad.

Qin Shou slammed the door shut, took a deep breath, and roared, "Wahaha... I’ve finally returned! It feels great! It feels good! This is what home is like!"

Then, Qin Shou, as if mad, ran around the courtyard, darted up and down the floors, and finally burrowed into Chang’e’s boudoir, rolling around on the bed while crying, "Comfortable, comfortable..."

Chang’e said nothing, just quietly, with a smile cresting her lips, watched Qin Shou create a ruckus.

After his antics were over, Chang’e went to the kitchen to get some pastries and placed them on the table, saying, "While you were away, I had some free time. I learned a bit of cooking from the God of Food; you should give it a try."

Qin Shou reached for a pastry instinctively, but then he heard her and hesitated, something was not quite right!

Qin Shou asked, "Who did you learn from?"

Chang’e responded, "The God of Food."

Qin Shou was surprised, "That guy actually teaches people how to cook?"

Chang’e placed a finger on her lower lip, pursed her lips, and said, "I don’t know. Anyway, I ran into him once in Tianyong City. He said the fragrance of osmanthus on me was very unique, perfect for cooking. Then I asked him how to do it, and he taught me."

Qin Shou stroked his chin; he had known for a long time that the God of Food and the Kitchen God were not the same person, but brothers.

Their culinary philosophies were completely different. The Kitchen God enjoyed cooking and sharing;

The God of Food, on the other hand, loved researching but didn’t like cooking every day.

One made money by running a restaurant, the other huddled at home messing about, creating food that he never sold. He didn’t eat it himself, but directly gave it to his servants to eat.

Such a quirky fellow suddenly taking the initiative to teach Chang’e how to cook? Was that even possible?

Had Qin Shou not known the God of Food’s nature, that besides cooking, everything he saw looked like ingredients, he might have doubted that the God of Food had taken a fancy to Chang’e’s beauty.

It wasn’t about the beauty, but rather an abnormal change of behavior.

Qin Shou smacked his lips, picked up a pastry, popped it into his mouth, and his brain whirled into motion, mulling things over.

The pastry melted as soon as it hit his mouth, the fragrance of osmanthus was neither too strong nor too faint—just perfect to envelop all the taste buds, so enjoyable to eat...

Qin Shou couldn’t help but exclaim, "Indeed delicious, better than what I make..."

Saying this, Qin Shou slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Damn, I’ve got it!"

Chang’e asked curiously, "What have you got?"

Qin Shou explained, "I know why the God of Food taught you how to cook now. That old guy must know that I’m a disciple of the Kitchen God, as well as our relationship. The Kitchen God taught me, and he taught you. He’s indirectly competing in culinary skills with the Kitchen God! He lost to the Kitchen God back then; since he can’t win back now, he plans to take victory through the disciples!"

Chang’e looked startled, then laughed, "Then do you think I’ve won or not?"

Qin Shou laughed, "Of course, you’ve won."