The Little Fox's Immortal Cultivation Encyclopedia

Chapter 110 Does the young master want to eat something fragrant?

Little Stone looked left and right, his eyes almost unable to take it all in: "It's so lively—"

"The climate is naturally different in different prefectures, especially since it's a festival." Before the man could finish speaking, he suddenly saw that the fox had already paid the fare and was standing with one foot on the side of the boat. "Young master, what's going on?"

"I've arrived. Goodbye."

The fox gathered its strength in its legs, and with a whoosh, it landed on the shore. The boat then swayed towards the center of the river, drifting more than ten feet away.

"Wow, big brother is so amazing!"

"————"

The shore was crowded and noisy, filled with a mixture of scents. The fox, however, accurately spotted the fragrance that had lured it off the boat. It squeezed into the crowd, sniffing as it went.

But as the fox pushed and shoved, it suddenly noticed that the people in front of it were packed together in layers, and it could hear a commotion coming from the other side: "That bastard, he's finally got what he deserves!"

"Well played!"

"Make way, make way, let me have a couple of blows too!"

The fox stopped, pushed through the crowd, and squeezed to the front to see what was happening inside.

In the very center of the crowd lay an upside-down statue, tightly bound with ropes, while a burly man whipped it vigorously, sending splinters flying, to the cheers of the crowd.

The fox recognized that face.

Oh, isn't this the City God of the State?

The man had been whipping the whip for a while, and as soon as he slowed down, someone snatched the whip from him and pushed him aside.

"If you're tired, replace him!" the new guy cursed as he slapped himself. "You think you can make money off others? You think you can bully everyone? I donated so much money to you, and you didn't even offer a damn blessing!"

A vendor selling candied hawthorns stood beside the fox, watching intently and even cheering him on. The fox casually plucked a skewer from the bundle of straw the vendor was holding, and while eating it, asked, "Do you know he's been arrested?"

"Of course, these days the City God, bah, that dog has suddenly disappeared for a long time. A couple of nights ago, there was a loud bang coming from the City God Temple, like thunder. When we looked the next day, his statue was cracked."

"and then?"

"At first, no one knew what had happened and dared not move. But it just so happens to be the temple fair, and according to his previous requests, he has to be carried through the streets."

"At first, everyone was hesitant and tried to bribe him, but he didn't react at all. Just when everyone was debating whether to still hire a luxury car, we found money at home!"

"So sour." The fox frowned and put the candied hawthorn skewer back on. "Money?"

"They collected every penny from us a few days ago to prepare for the temple fair, and they even made up for the money they collected in previous years. That's when everyone realized that scoundrel must have gotten into trouble!"

"Given his stingy nature, how could he possibly give up the money? It certainly wasn't done by any evil spirits; they wouldn't give money away. So we started thinking—"

"By the way, how much are your candied hawthorns?"

"what?"

The fox, having reaped what it sowed, lost interest in watching any longer, took out a coin, gave it to the vendor, and left.

Although the fox only ate one candied hawthorn, it still paid the full price, adhering to its principles. The fox put the candied hawthorn back not to take advantage of the vendor, but simply to share in the bittersweet experience.

Leaving the crowds in the streets, the area finally became quieter. The fox continued to follow the scent and saw a waterside pavilion ahead, which stood out prominently. The fragrance was coming from there.

The building on the bank was three stories high, with carved beams and painted rafters, and lanterns hung everywhere even in broad daylight. The river channel widened slightly here, and the building extended another story into the water. Several small boats, like little houses, were moored at the entrance, covered with curtains, from which the faint sounds of string and wind instruments could be heard.

Several women dressed in flamboyant attire came out of the building. The woman in pink, who was in the lead, saw the fox, her eyes lit up, and she reached out to take its arm.

"Oh, what a handsome young man."

The fox took a step back, dodging the hug: "This isn't a place that sells food, is it?"

The women were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"What are you saying, young master? We only sell food here, don't we?" The woman in pink snuggled into the fox's arms. "We have all kinds of delicious food in our establishment, sweet, sour—would you like to try something savory?"

"How come it looks just like Big Yellow?"

The fox took another step back, its brow furrowed. What it smelled wasn't the floral scent on these people, similar to the one in Li Lang's shop, but rather the unmistakable smell of food.

Moreover, if the fox wasn't mistaken, it was probably made by mixing chicken, honey, fruit wine, and some other spices that the fox couldn't identify.

The fox repeated his feelings, and the women exchanged glances and laughed again: "Young master, you have a really keen nose. This dish is indeed available in our establishment, but it's not something just anyone can eat." The woman in pink then tugged at the fox's sleeve, "This is our courtesan's private dish. If you want to try it, you'll have to get her approval yourself."

"If you can't wait, young master, we have other things too, like bird's nest soup and snow frog soup, both of which are good for your health~"

The fox was getting annoyed by their pestering and was about to leave when it suddenly had an idea and looked up.

On the third floor, there was a window with a woman leaning against it. Her hair was simply tied up, and her eyes were cool and aloof as she quietly looked down. Even a fox, who couldn't quite distinguish between human beauty and ugliness, genuinely thought she was beautiful.

The fox and the woman stared at each other for a long time, until she closed the window, at which point the fox frowned and fell into deep thought.

"That's a bit strange—"

The women followed its gaze and immediately laughed, "Young master, don't look. That's the most beautiful courtesan, not just anyone can see her. If you want to see her, you'll have to get past us first."

"That's right, young master, please come in and have a seat."

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The fox asked, "What's her name?"

The women laughed even harder: "Oh, young master, you're even asking my name. Men are all the same; they can't resist a beautiful woman."

The woman in pink, having finished laughing, finally relented when she saw the handsome young man's serious expression: "The courtesan's surname is Hu, and her given name is... I can't tell you that, sir. If you want to know, go inside and ask her yourself!"

The moment the fox heard Hu's name, it knew what was going on.

His surname is Hu, he can cook delicious chicken, and he seems strange to the fox.

It's just a fox!

The fox forgot all about the City God and magical treasures, and stepped into the building, its heart pounding with joy.

It is often said that a village is incomplete without fox spirits, but even though foxes have been living among humans for so long, I have never seen any other foxes.

Where did she come from? Is she from Qingling, or somewhere else? Does she have relatives or friends? Has she ever seen other foxes? The chicken she makes smells so good, how does she make it? Could you teach the fox?

"Young master, please don't be in such a hurry. The courtesan is not receiving guests right now—"

The fox turned its head and explained earnestly, "I am not a guest; I am one of her kind."

?

The woman in pink looked bewildered.

Aren't we all the same kind of people here?

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