Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

As the sun approached noon, the group stopped to rest.

Yu Yu and Yue Shiba skillfully built a bonfire, while Ming Qi and Ming Liu neatly arranged the ingredients and condiments they had asked Shopkeeper Du to buy that morning.

"Madam, how about some roasted lamb legs and roasted chicken?" Ming Liu asked, carrying them to Ruan Chuyin. As long as Madam was around, he would obey Madam. At this moment, the Lord was just a background figure, not even a glance was needed.

Ruan Chuyin looked at the cleanly prepared ingredients in his hands, nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile, "You can do whatever you want."

Ming Liu is the most gifted chef in the Underworld Palace. Ever since Xiang Yunchi met Ruan Chuyin, he's been assigned to either the Drunken Immortals' Flying Knife or the Mingyue Restaurant, his culinary skills unmatched. Now promoted to head chef at the Mingyue Restaurant, his monthly salary is half that of Ming Qi, and he lives a fulfilling life. If only he could marry a beautiful bride, his life would be complete.

When Ji Zhiya saw that the bonfire was ready, he took out his wife's medicine and poured water into it to boil it slowly.

Qin Guanzhi and his companions initially thought he was going to cook something and didn't take it seriously. It wasn't until a strong medicinal aroma filled the air that they realized something was wrong.

"Are you injured?" Wei Jiusi asked suspiciously. He and Wei Shizhang had been injured seven or eight times but they still didn't get to drink. What kind of medicine did this guy drink?

"I'm frying it for Hatsune Miku." Ji Zhiya replied calmly, his eyes fixed on the heat.

"What are you treating?" Wei Jiusi turned his head to the little white rabbit that was sniffing a bunch of condiments: its cheeks were rosy, its eyes were bright as stars, it stood straight and walked steadily, wasn't it fine?

Ji Zhiya paused, then looked up at Wei Jiusi without saying a word. He thought to himself: Don’t they know?

At this time, Qin Guanzhi, Xiang Yunchi and Wei Shizhang also slowly surrounded him, waiting for Ji Zhiya to speak.

"It's a tonic. Drinking it will help you get pregnant." Ji Zhiya said slowly and turned his gaze back to the fire.

Upon hearing this, the four of them stared at the medicine pot in silence for a moment, each with their own thoughts. Later, Ruan Chuyin realized that while she was drinking the medicine, Ji Zhiya had been the only one watching her. Now, there were four more pairs of eyes, which doubled her pressure. She wished she could drink it twice a day to speed up the treatment.

Slowly, more smells filled the air.

The lamb legs, fat chickens and a few newly caught fat carp all turned into a beautiful golden color.

This time Ming Liu performed exceptionally well. The three kinds of wild game were roasted until their aroma spread far and wide, arousing the greed of the evil sect and others lurking several miles away.

"Damn, why does it smell so good! What are those people roasting?" Seventh Elder Wen Jingrang couldn't help but blurt out.

"What else can you roast? Of course it's the lamb leg!" The Sixth Elder Ying Zhou glanced at him speechlessly. Looking at his useless appearance, he really wanted to hand him a basin to catch the saliva oozing from the corners of his lips.

"Not only that! There's also the aroma of chicken and fish." Eighth Elder Xi Yuhuan added after smelling the fragrance.

The Great Elder Qi Songhan's eyes turned cold, and he glanced at the distracted disciples around him and suggested that they start eating. Otherwise, they would all be confused by the incense before the fight even started.

Yu Dingji also had this idea. Since the Great Elder had spoken, let it be so.

Third Elder Huo Qianxun had a frying pan, but no one responded when he offered it. Just thinking about the old man stuffing a bunch of poisonous insect carcasses into it, how could he still have an appetite?

The evil sect was very quick in using local materials and caught a series of fat carp and wild pheasants in half a cup of tea.

The group of people were worried that the smell of roasting would spread far and alert the enemy, so they changed the wind direction and retreated three miles.

Half an incense stick later, all the game was roasted, but it didn't taste as good as it used to. They could barely swallow it, and they were so angry that they moved the camp back another two miles.