It took little to no effort for thoughts on Tang Xiadan's intent to be pushed to the back of his mind as more pertinent matters climbed the list of priorities. With plenty of wins needing celebrating, Yang Qing wasted no time indulging the festive mood, pouring more wine for himself and munching on spiced nuts and sesame seeds, though given how joyous the moment was, he was itching to move on from the snacks to something more filling and worthy of the occasion. Tenderloins from the green flowered babirusa Feng Xin had brought back would have been perfect, but alas, he and Feng Xin had quickly eaten their way through that mountainous spirit beast. Not even a toe had been left behind.
"A crimson boar from the Forest Hog Delights wouldn't be a bad idea," Yang Qing mused, holding his chin thoughtfully, which immediately crumbled into him swallowing continuously as the image of a crimson boar being roasted over an open fire possessed his mind.
