Bu Fang paused, and his figure swiftly floated out of Ni Yan's grasp. He seemed unperturbed as he turned to face her.
"Wait," Bu Fang said.
With a porcelain bowl in hand, Bu Fang leaped and landed lightly at the side of a huge wok. With the bowl, he scooped up some broth with several pieces of meat in it.
There were nine types of spirit beast meat inside this big wok. Even Bu Fang was briefly unsure which spirit beasts' meat he scooped at random for Ni Yan.
Ni Yan licked her lips as she received the porcelain bowl from Bu Fang. She lifted the bowl up to her nose and inhaled deeply. Immediately, her nostrils were assaulted by a rich meaty fragrance, and her expression changed to one of infatuation.
