The glint in Celestial Master Zhang's eyes caught their expressions, a hint of smugness flashed across his face. It seemed that this Weirdo had lived in the Deep Mountains and Ancient Forests for a long time and probably hadn't even eaten cooked food before. After all, without arms or legs, how would he make a fire, let alone cook?
The Weirdo's long hair was a tangled mess over his shoulders, his face very dirty, clearly he hadn't bathed in a long time, and a strange, unpleasant smell occasionally emanated from him. He lay on the ground, staring at the rabbit roasting on the fire, dripping with oil, and finally couldn't help but say, "Brother, it smells so good!"
Celestial Master Zhang smiled and said, "Smells good, huh? It's almost ready."
The Weirdo also smiled and said, "Could you spare a bit for me to taste?"
"Sure, of course, this rabbit is originally yours," Celestial Master Zhang thought to himself in secret delight.
