CFSMS -Chapter 78 The Dog Is Hungry—Let the Boss Eat First

Suddenly, Dog Aotian’s nose twitched.

A familiar scent drifted in on the wind. He lifted his head and saw Lu Wu not far away, looking at him.

“Woof! Woof! Woof!”

Master, you’re back!

Dog Aotian leapt up, trying to jump into Lu Wu’s arms for some pets, but was blocked halfway by a little bird.

“Chirp!”

My name is Huo Huo. You’re Little Wu Wu’s dog, which makes you the bird’s dog too. From now on, call me Boss. The bird will protect you.

Huo Huo’s claws were sharp, pressing onto Dog Aotian’s head, making him tear up in pain.

Dog Aotian originally wanted to resist, but after realizing the absolute difference in strength between him and Huo Huo, he shamefully submitted.

The master is so good—went out and even brought back a big shot… no, a great ancestor for the dog. The master must really love him!

After watching the dog and bird causing chaos in the yard for a while, Lu Wu couldn’t help but smile.

She suddenly felt quite heroic—like she was holding a hound in her left hand and a hawk in her right. If she could get a bow, she’d be able to look northwest and shoot down the heavenly wolf.

Amused by her own thoughts, Lu Wu realized that Old Man Li wasn’t home.

Not finding him, she tidied up the house and prepared to rest.

After seven days of setting up a stall in the secret realm, she hadn’t relaxed at all.

Because Lu Wu had left so suddenly, many people waiting at the exit never saw her.

Now, posts were already appearing on the inter-world forum looking for “Boss Lu.”

Meanwhile, the boss herself was at home sleeping soundly with her two pets.

Knock knock knock!

Lu Wu was awakened by a knock at the door.

Da Huang automatically went to open it.

Using his dog head to push the door open, he saw Old Man Li’s wrinkled face.

The smiling old man looked like a wilted chrysanthemum.

“Grandpa Li,” Lu Wu greeted. “Do you need something?”

“You little heartless girl,” Old Man Li muttered. “Can’t I come if I have nothing to do?”

He had gone to a lot of trouble for this girl, pulling strings everywhere.

Otherwise, given her current fame in the secret realm, countless people would already have come knocking on her door.

He was exhausted from all the effort.

Lu Wu chuckled.

She wasn’t foolish—she knew some things didn’t need to be asked to be understood.

“Perfect timing, Grandpa Li. Stay for dinner.”

Back home, Lu Wu was very relaxed.

She still had some ingredients stored away, preserved fresh with spiritual energy.

Today’s dish was cured meat, pea, and glutinous rice.

Cured pork from New Year smoking, paired with sweet peas and soft glutinous rice—every time she made it, she could eat two big bowls.

The glutinous rice needed soaking first.

During this time, she diced the cured meat. Its surface had a tempting reddish-brown glow, exuding a unique smoky aroma.

Once cut open, it glistened with oil, fine marbling layered like traces carved by time.

The lean meat was rosy, the fat translucent like amber.

Beautiful.

And clearly delicious.

Old Man Li struggled to pull his gaze away. To distract himself, he took the initiative to help shell peas.

The green peas, like little gemstones, rolled into a white porcelain bowl—fresh and sweet.

Lu Wu washed them clean.

Soaked mushrooms were diced, scallions, ginger, and garlic chopped and set aside.

Then came the usual step.

Heat the wok, add oil.

Since acquiring the Lapis Flame, controlling cooking heat had become effortless for Lu Wu.

Old Man Li’s eyes flickered when he saw the flame, filled with admiration.

This girl was impressive—she had actually tamed such a flame.

As expected of his “granddaughter.”

Under his self-satisfied gaze, Lu Wu stir-fried the cured meat until oil rendered out, then added scallion, ginger, and garlic to release fragrance.

A rich aroma soon filled the air.

She added mushrooms and peas, stir-fried them together, then seasoned with soy sauce and a bit of sugar.

The spatula struck the wok rhythmically.

Each sound made Old Man Li stare even more intently.

The dog and bird who had been playing in the yard both quietly gathered at the kitchen entrance.

“Chirp!”

Bird is hungry. Bird wants food.

“Woof woof!”

Dog is hungry too—Boss eats first!

Their ridiculous conversation made Lu Wu glance over, her expression gentle.

The glutinous rice had finished soaking. She drained it and added it to the wok, mixing everything evenly as the white grains gradually turned a reddish-brown glaze.

After adding just enough water to cover the ingredients, she covered the lid.

“Just wait,” she said, signaling everyone not to rush.

Old Man Li had experienced this kind of torment before. He chatted casually with Lu Wu to pass the time.

But as the aroma grew stronger and stronger, he could no longer focus on conversation.

He had finished all the ice jelly Lu Wu left him the second day after she left.

For the following days, he had barely been able to eat.

Seeing other cultivators in the secret realm enjoying ice jelly every day—even beasts getting in on it—he had been filled with regret.

Now that the girl was finally back, bringing new dishes, he had no attention left for anything else.

Saliva began flowing uncontrollably.

Dog Aotian was drooling too. Embarrassed, he quietly shifted his body and covered the puddle with his butt.

The dog definitely wasn’t doing it on purpose.

He was just hungry.

“You all…” Lu Wu laughed helplessly, lifting the lid.

The moment it opened, a wave of aroma surged out—cured meat’s savory richness, peas’ freshness, mushrooms’ fragrance—all blending together perfectly.

Old Man Li leaned in and inhaled deeply, his expression turning almost intoxicated.

The glutinous rice had become plump and tender, fully absorbing the essence of the ingredients.

Lu Wu stirred it once more, then sprinkled chopped scallions on top.

Old Man Li was already holding his bowl, waiting.

Lu Wu stepped aside and let him serve himself.

He didn’t hesitate at all—he filled a bowl to the brim, pressing it down until it could barely hold more.

Then it was served to Da Huang and Huo Huo, and finally herself.

Two people and two beasts squatted by the doorway.

Hot rice released steam, and within it, a mouthwatering aroma drifted out.

Old Man Li had learned his lesson—he activated a formation early to ensure no one could steal his food.

Without caring about the heat, he dug in immediately.

Each grain of rice was distinct and glossy, soaked in cured meat oil and the essence of the ingredients—soft, sticky, and fragrant.

Some people dislike glutinous rice for being too sticky.

But Lu Wu loved it.

Especially with the cured meat—rich but not greasy, salty and fragrant—elevating the rice to another level.

Add in sweet peas and juicy mushrooms, and every bite was a surprise.

A perfect harmony of color, aroma, and taste.

“So good! So good!”

“Chirp!”

“Woof!”

The trio all gave extremely high praise.

Watching this scene, Lu Wu’s eyes curved with a smile.

For a chef, there was no greater satisfaction than this.