Chapter 5: Tibetan Mastiff Taste Test

No matter how well the chefs of Yan and Huang cook, they cannot compare to Li Mang's dish of stewed wild chicken. It is not that his culinary skills are exceptionally refined, but rather due to the superior quality of the ingredients used

Ahem... Love is... the old lady expressed her confusion

The dog outside is raised by that old quack, and its name is quite ordinary, simply called "Big King." Big King is very large and robust, as it is a Tibetan Mastiff. Apart from its owner, the quack, it is fierce towards anyone else. Li Mang has been knocked down by this creature several times; although the injuries have been treated by the quack, the resentment has remained bottled up inside him

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To know, the meals in Yanhuang are excellent, and even the high-end clubs outside cannot compare. After all, those being served here are all distinguished guests, extraordinary individuals, and naturally, their daily living and dining cannot be subpar

After about ten minutes, the king had nothing else to show for it except for the saliva pooling on the ground

However, driven by instinct, it dared not consume it and took two steps back

First of all, it is not greasy; you can drink as much as you want without any issues, as long as your stomach can hold it

On this night, Li Mang was having sweet dreams, but the Yanhuang Courtyard was far from peaceful, all because the king was excitedly shouting throughout the night, howling loudly, making it difficult for anyone to fall asleep

However, similar to being drunk, Li Mang also wanted to lie down and have a good sleep at this moment

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There is a kitchen of one's own in the yard, and after a round of preparation, a pot of delicious chicken soup is freshly made, the aroma is truly enticing

Finally, it must be emphasized that in terms of nutrition, this wild mountain chicken originates from the world of the Classic of Mountains and Seas. It is not merely wild; the spiritual energy of the Classic of Mountains and Seas is compelling. The wild mountain chickens that grow up in this environment cannot be compared to the wild chickens found on Earth.

The ghostly doctor has no idea that the true culprit is sleeping soundly right now

The king walked softly to the chicken's rear, sniffing vigorously with his nose, and immediately his tongue began to drool profusely

"Beautiful! Beautiful! It is truly too beautiful!" Li Mang's face was flushed, resembling that of someone intoxicated, and the lingering fragrance on his palate made him unable to stop praising.

To be honest, his culinary skills can only be considered barely acceptable, yet this dish of braised chicken is the most delicious food he has ever eaten, without exception

Today I lost a full bowl of blood, I must replenish it

Indeed! The ghost doctor, upon hearing this, suddenly realized something, but soon fell into even greater confusion. The food he provided to the king could not possibly be the source of the problem, yet if it were not poisoning, the king's symptoms could not be explained. The ghost doctor was extremely anxious.

For some reason, Li Mang soon felt a wave of intoxication, not the uncomfortable kind that follows excessive drinking, but a pleasant sense of inebriation. His entire body felt warm, light, and exceedingly comfortable.

Indeed, the king ultimately could not resist the temptation, and in one bite, he seized the chicken's rear, swallowing it hurriedly without even chewing, gulping it down in just a few moments

Secondly, the meat of this wild chicken is blood-red, similar to that of the mountain eagle, indicating its deliciousness

The little brat beside him looked at him with resentment, not leaving but also falling silent. For them, the king's loud howling was indeed a remarkable source of amusement

"The king only eats what you feed it; apart from you, who else can poison it?" The sinister voice of Grandma Snake reached the ears of the ghost doctor

Li Mang and - picture - book could no longer hold back, quickly serving himself a full bowl. He carefully took a small sip, and the rich aroma instantly filled his mouth, making all the fatigue of the day disappear, rejuvenating him with renewed vitality

Woof woof! Woof woof ... ...

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The Ghost Doctor is indeed the king among Tibetan mastiffs; not only is his ability formidable, but his temperament is also exceedingly proud. It is not surprising that he refuses to eat the chicken butt thrown away by Li Mang.

In the end, even a few blades of green grass were consumed by the king, who then reluctantly gave up and turned its gaze longingly towards the courtyard, where it locked eyes with Li Mang.

Li Mang revealed a cunning smile and reached into the plate to tear off a chicken leg

He carefully put on a piece of clothing, and Li Mang summoned the Classic of Mountains and Seas again. Following the previous method, he entered it, but this time he was even more vigilant. A mere wild chicken possessed such lethal power; how could he afford to be careless

Feeling truly too lazy to tend to the dining table, and noticing that the king was still outside the yard watching eagerly, I decided to pour all the chicken bones from the plate outside. I did not see the king's cheers of joy; instead, he returned to his room and fell asleep on the bed. His body was flushed, accompanied by beads of sweat, yet his brow was relaxed.

However, this was not the time to marvel at the wonders of the "Classic of Mountains and Seas." He quickly got out of bed and rummaged through his belongings, finding a packet of pungent medicinal powder, which he poured onto the wound. It took effect immediately; the wound, which had been bleeding profusely, stopped bleeding at once

"Ghost Doctor, have you gone mad like a rabid dog, Your Majesty?" the little brat teased

At this moment, Li Mang forgot the injuries on his body; his eyes and the illustrations in the book were only left with the chicken soup on the table. It was not that he was greedy, but rather that this wild chicken soup was truly enticing

Who the hell fed the king something today, step forward! Step forward! Although the ghost doctor is not a professional veterinarian, he has considerable knowledge of animals and quickly identified the problem. He concluded that the king had taken some kind of stimulant, and it was certainly not a sudden illness

After finishing, this fellow couldn't help but lick the soup off the grass, completely discarding the noble character of the Tibetan mastiff

The soup is not golden yellow, as this wild chicken does not have much fat; instead, the soup has a faint reddish hue, caused by the blood of the wild chicken. As a food enthusiast, Li Mang knows that this type of soup is the most delicious; farm-raised fat chickens cannot produce such a color and are simply incomparable.

However, I wonder if it might be poisonous? Just as Li Mang, filled with eagerness, brought the bowl of soup to his lips, he had to resist the temptation and place the bowl back on the table

Although gourmet food is delightful, Li Mang would never risk his own life to try it

Randomly entering a place in Zhaoyao Mountain? Although there are no ferocious beasts in Zhaoyao Mountain, the wild chickens are quite formidable. I must be more cautious next time I come in, Li Mang silently reminded himself

Upon his second entry into the world of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, Li Mang once again appeared within the map of the Southern Mountains, this time at Zhaoyao Mountain. However, he was no longer in the position he occupied during his first appearance, but rather by the banks of Liji River, a place he had never ventured before

However, after thinking it over, he felt reluctant, as the aroma of the wild chicken was too strong and enticing. If it were not poisonous, wouldn't that be a bargain for that little dog?

Hey! This wild chicken is so tempting that even I can't resist it, let alone lure you and that bookish dog!" Li Mang said proudly

The Tibetan Mastiff is renowned for its loyalty, especially the purebred Tibetan Mastiff, which recognizes only one owner throughout its life and does not easily change ownership; it will not eat food given by others.

"Chicken butt is something many people love to eat, you lucky guy!" Li Mang had a look of having been taken advantage of, his cunning nature fully revealed at this moment. However, he then thought of something and muttered to himself with considerable concern: "This king only eats the food provided by the ghost doctor; if it ignores it, wouldn't that be a waste of effort?"

Thus, Li Mang fetched a knife and fork, exerting considerable effort before finally managing to cut off the chicken's rear end. Seeing that no one was around, he then discarded the chicken's rear end.

"This is not rabies, it is a mood!" said an old lady beside.

Is this still a chicken! Even an eagle isn't this powerful!" Li Mang cursed with a grimace, his expression fierce, truly because the pain was too intense. If it weren't for the considerable suffering he had endured over the past year, he would have almost been in tears.

Start!

"Get lost, all of you!" The exasperated doctor, who had been unable to arrive at a specific conclusion after a long period of examination, could not help but explode in anger upon hearing the commotion of people gathered around. His eyes were filled with urgency, clearly reflecting his concern for the king.

"Grandma Snake, what is love?" asked the curious little child

The barking of a dog coming from outside the yard caught Li Mang's attention.

However, this fellow did not leave, but instead circled around the chicken's rear end, his movements becoming increasingly chaotic and uncontrollable.

The ghost doctor’s medicinal powder is indeed effective, though its taste is quite pungent. However, it is often said that bitter medicine is good for health, and it is understandable that good medicine may not have a pleasant smell. Li Mang clicked his tongue in appreciation, yet he still dared not move his left arm, for it would cause excruciating pain. Although the bleeding had stopped, the wound remained, and based on past experience, it would take at least half a month to heal completely.

With a single cry, Li Mangjiu disappeared into the depths of Zhaoyao Mountain. When he reappeared, Li Mang found himself back in his room, on the bed that had originally led him into the Classic of Mountains and Seas. If it weren't for the intense pain from his wounds, he would even doubt that everything that had just happened was merely a dream.

Having sustained some injuries, Li Mang was disinclined to continue his exploration. He relied on the mystical effects of the Migu to locate the earlier 'battlefield,' retrieving the wild chicken he had slain at the cost of much blood, along with his two weapons and a shirt containing numerous beautiful jade stones. After ensuring that nothing was left behind, he exited the world of the Classic of Mountains and Seas

"Shan Hai Jing, send me back first!" Li Mang shouted, though he himself was unsure if this would work

The pheasant was ultimately beheaded, struggling a few times before finally succumbing to death, yet Li Mang felt no joy. His upper body was already drenched in blood, with several glaring streaks of it, particularly on his left arm, where a small piece of flesh was missing. Although the wound was not large, it was still two to three centimeters deep, causing excruciating pain

It is not that Li Mang is overly cautious; this wild chicken appears to be completely normal on the surface. However, it is not a native wild animal of this world. Could it possibly carry a virus? Or is it unsuitable for human consumption? This matter requires careful consideration

Li Mang then said nothing, simply because the taste was exceptionally good. He buried his head in the food, drinking bowl after bowl of chicken soup, and a wild chicken weighing three to four jin was nearly finished by him, leaving only a skeleton and a bit of skin and meat.