I woke up to find myself transmigrated into a disabled child.

Chapter 120 The Appeal of Hot Pot Broth

Such a loud invitation was impossible to miss unless one was deaf. Lezhi didn't want to continue the standoff with Lei Xiu, so he freed his arm from Lei Xiu's grip and took a step back.

"Qingze has just arrived. You all go hunting first, and we can talk about the rest later."

Throughout the conversation, Lezhi only glanced at Lei Xiu before looking away, clearly still feeling awkward.

Seemingly sensing that Lezhi's current mood was not a good time for conversation, Lei Xiu lowered his head, sighed softly, and then slowly got up as Lezhi wished.

"Okay, you stay here and do your thing. I'll go hunting first, and we can talk tonight, okay?"

Seeing that Lezhi didn't intend to reply, Lei Xiu's eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything more. The truth was, he had indeed messed things up, and now he could only try his best to make amends. Although provoking Lezhi's emotions wasn't necessarily a bad thing, the process was truly agonizing.

Turning around, all of Lei Xiu's emotions receded quickly like the tide, and his face returned to its usual expressionless state, his tone becoming monotonous with almost no fluctuation.

As Lei Xiu walked past Qing Ze, he left without even pausing, saying, "We're not here to hunt, let's go."

Completely bewildered, Qingze belatedly realized that something seemed off about the atmosphere. However, Lei Xiu had already gone far away, leaving him no time to think about it. Scratching his head, Qingze glanced at Le You and Le Ting, who had unusual expressions, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Leyou shook his head reassuringly, signaling Qingze not to say anything more. Noticing Leyou's hint, Qingping pulled Qingze aside and decisively said goodbye, "Then we'll be leaving first. The clan is very safe. You should stay in the clan and not go out. We'll be back soon."

"Ah."

Seeing Leyou and Leting nod in response, Qingping also nodded quickly, pulled Qingze around, and hurriedly caught up with Lei Xiu's figure.

Once they were sure the three had gone far away, Leyou and Leting strolled over to Lezhi's side.

By this time, Lezhi had composed himself. He could vent his sudden temper on Lei Xiu as a matter of course, but he tried his best to act as if nothing was wrong with Leyou and Leting.

"Alright, let's continue. We need to prepare the base ingredients in advance today, so that we can use the bone broth directly afterward."

Seeing that Lezhi didn't want to say anything more about the argument, Leyou and Leting didn't press him. If Lezhi needed to, he would have spoken up. The fact that he hadn't said anything meant that he chose to handle the matter himself. Since it was Lezhi's own choice, Leyou and Leting, as his friends, naturally respected it.

With a smile playing on her lips, Leting said in a relaxed tone, "Ah, then the people around here are going to suffer today. The smell of the stir-fried base is quite pungent."

"Pfft," Le You chuckled at Le Ting's tone. "What's there to brag about? It's just lucky we came to prepare in advance. Otherwise, if we had waited until tomorrow to stir-fry the base ingredients, we probably would have driven all the customers away, and our stall plan would have been a complete failure before it even started."

"Hahaha~"

Knowing his friends were trying to ease the tension, Lezhi accepted their favor. He went to the worktable, first taking out the large pot he had used to simmer the base ingredients and placing it on the stove, then pulling out piles of processed and unprocessed seasonings from his storage space. Leyou and Leting quickly stepped forward to help.

Making hot pot broth is an orderly but tedious task, which suits Lezhi's current mood of being depressed. There is a water source at the stall, Leyou is in charge of washing, Leting sorts and moves the ingredients, and Lezhi takes out his usual knife and starts cutting and preparing them.

The preparation of the base ingredients didn't need to be too precise; Lezhi was simply venting, and the rhythmic clinking of the knife against the work surface calmed him down. Meanwhile, Leyou, having finished cleaning, had already begun slicing fatty meat to render the oil. He was already very skilled at this task, so Lezhi could completely entrust it to him.

While Lezhi focused on preparing the ingredients, Leyou took the opportunity to explain to the studious Leting how to render lard. By the time the aroma of the lard filled the air, Lezhi's work was finished.

The stove was handed over to Lezhi, and Leyou stepped back to help Lezhi with the work together with Leting.

Various ingredients are added to the oil in proportion and stir-fried. A large spoon, bigger than a regular pot, is used to stir-fry the ingredients in the large pot. The aroma of Sichuan peppercorns and Sichuan peppercorns, brought out by the high temperature of the oil, is irresistible.

"Cough cough cough~"

"Cough...cough cough..."

The not-so-small stall was soon filled with fumes. Lezhi was mentally prepared and could tolerate it for the time being, but Leyou and Leting couldn't stand it at all. Including the fur ball on Lezhi's head with its keen senses, the two of them and the bird hopped out as soon as they saw that things were not going well.

Several Windwalker Clan members had already gathered around the stall to watch the commotion. Seeing the disheveled state of Leyou and his companions, the Windwalker Clan member who had brought them there earlier asked curiously, "Hey, aren't you the little guys from the Spiritfeather Clan? What are you doing? It smells so strong. Do you need any help?"

"Cough cough cough... Ha, that..." They exchanged a guilty glance with Leting. At this moment, the fur ball had already flown high into the air, successfully escaping the Shura field. The two of them could not hide, so they could only explain the current situation to everyone.

"Making hot pot broth?" After hearing their explanation, the Windwalker tribesman, who had never tried hot pot before, was completely bewildered. "What's hot pot? And if I understand correctly, you mean that pot of stuff that smells like that is for eating...?"

“That’s right.” When it comes to this, Leyou is no longer as guilty and answers confidently: “Don’t be fooled by the strong smell now. Once you take a bite, you’ll know how delicious it is. You’ll be able to swallow your tongue.”

Taking the opportunity to advertise their stall, Leyou leveraged their strengths, enthusiastically promoting their upcoming business.

The Windwalker tribe natives, who had never witnessed such a spectacle before, were skeptical of Leyou's words, but their curiosity was successfully piqued.

"Alright, if it's really as delicious as you say, I'll definitely try it after the trade fair starts. By the way, how do I exchange this spicy hot pot?" The familiar Windwalker Clan member was still very enthusiastic, and they had already moved on to asking about prices.

Seeing that things were going well, Leting quickly stepped forward and loudly explained the exchange method they had agreed on, trying to leave a deep impression on everyone present.

"Ah, that sounds like a good deal."

Because it's just a snack, Lezhi and his team don't earn much. Basically, after deducting labor costs, they set a profit of roughly double the cost. After discussion, they unanimously agreed that the exchangeable goods could be food ingredients or rare functional plants like gold-stone fluorite.

"Hard Pink Fruit? Do you still accept Hard Pink Fruit?" Upon hearing that Hard Pink Fruit was listed in the exchange list mentioned by Leting, the Windwalker Clan member asked again to confirm.

It seems that Qingze and Qingping haven't had a chance to spread the word about the correct way to eat hard-fleshed fruit since they returned yesterday. Leting nodded affirmatively, "Yes, our tribe accidentally discovered the way to eat hard-fleshed fruit, so we're willing to exchange it for hard-fleshed fruit."

The impact of this sentence was no less than their initial reaction to the smell of the hot pot broth being stir-fried.

The Windwalker Clan members present gathered in small groups and began to murmur among themselves. Before long, the same person who had dealt with them before stepped forward and stood in front of Leyou Leting to ask a question.