"Meat that melts in your mouth, aroma that penetrates your lungs, and this broth that looks crystal clear, its color dotted with green scallions and red chili peppers, added only after the soup leaves the pot, not affecting the overall flavor. Perfect balance of color, aroma, and taste, wonderful!"
Before the people from the Water Ripple Sect had a chance to act, the next second the entire pot of soup appeared in the hands of a disheveled old man who looked quite miserable. His attire was sloppy, and getting closer, one could faintly smell some strange odors.
The people around instantly retreated three feet away, only to see the old man gnawing on the chicken while holding a large bowl to drink the soup, an expression of pure enjoyment. Soon, before anyone else could react, there was only a bowl full of bones left on the table, not even a drop of soup remaining.
