Chapter 1246: Chapter 1261: Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

"Alright, you two don’t get mad."

Qin Hao said nonchalantly, "Lang and Wing, those names are not bad, I quite like them. By the way, I’m Hao, nice to meet you both."

"..."

Lang and Wing exchanged glances, both looking as if they just swallowed something awful.

They couldn’t imagine.

How thick-skinned this outsider must be, trying to get friendly at a time like this.

You should know, you face the danger of being tortured to death!

We are a savage tribe! The kind that loves to execute outsiders!

We are not gentle sheep!

Why are you doing this!

It could be said that both were rendered speechless by Qin Hao’s behavior.

"What? You don’t like me?" Qin Hao said with a deeply hurt expression, "To be honest, I’m a chef in the outside world, and I can cook really well. I got to know your Saintess because of my culinary skills. I thought we could be friends and enjoy some good food together, but it seems I was overthinking it."

Upon hearing this, Lang and Wing exchanged glances again, this time with surprise in their eyes.

Delicious food.

Culinary skills...

Just these two words made both their stomachs grumble with complaints.

"What can you cook..." After much hesitation, Wing finally spoke.

Qin Hao smiled and replied, "Steaming, stir-frying, stewing, braising, red braising. I can do all sorts of dishes."

Wing was bewildered by the barrage of terms and asked, "What do ’steaming’ and ’stir-frying’ mean?"

Qin Hao explained, "Steaming is cooking a dish with steam, which makes it light but fragrant, perfectly enhancing the flavor of the ingredients. Stir-frying is using high heat to quickly cook fresh ingredients. But due to the heat, the moisture is locked in, so it’s delicious to eat..."

With Qin Hao’s bluster, Wing and Lang fell into a drooling trance. In their eyes, they seemed to see plates of exquisite dishes float by.

"Oh, can you two eat spicy food? Or do you prefer sweet?" Qin Hao asked with a mischievous smile halfway through speaking.

"I can’t eat spicy; it makes my nose run," Wing said distressingly.

Lang said, "I like chili, but it’s very rare and only the Elders get to eat it often..."

"Oh... I see!"

Qin Hao nodded, thought for a moment, then quickly said, "Since little Wing can’t eat spicy, we’ll go with something sweet then. Sweet and sour chicken breast, that’s settled."

"As for little Lang, since you like spicy, that’s easier, we’ll make braised chicken with plenty of chili oil."

The two of them listened, bewildered, but were infected by Qin Hao’s expression, unable to help but drool.

Qin Hao said, "Now, can you guys help me catch a chicken?"

As soon as he said this, Lang and Wing were stunned: "We can’t catch any! Apart from the basic food supply, all other meats are restricted in the village!"

"Ah! That’s a shame! I was planning to let you enjoy a feast..."

Qin Hao said, full of regret.

Hearing this, Wing gritted his teeth and said, "We can’t get it through the normal procedure, but we can steal it!"

"Steal? That’s not good," Qin Hao said with embarrassment.

Lang added, "There’s nothing wrong with that! We hunted these animals ourselves!"

"Right! I’ll go steal one right now!"

Wing was straightforward and, without a word, rolled up his sleeves and left the barn.

Only Lang was left there, feeling quite awkward as he looked at Qin Hao, finding it all very strange.

This guy, who was once our enemy, suddenly seemed to become like a brother?

Qin Hao blinked and said, "My cooking materials and tools are in that backpack, can you get it for me?"

"Sure."

Without much thought, Lang nodded. "But the stuff is in the containment room, hold on."

With that, he also left.

Now, only Qin Hao was left in the barn.

He looked at the chicken bones on the ground and couldn’t help but smile, "These two silly kids, they’re quite amusing."

Actually, these chicken bones were indeed his spoils.

When he woke up hungry in the morning, and the two silly kids were sound asleep.

Out of options, Qin Hao had to untie the rope and steal a chicken to cook.

Unable to locate the containment room, the roasted taste was mediocre, leaving him unsatisfied.

With the chance to eat another one now, he was determined to make the most of it and satisfy his appetite.

As for Ah Sang, Qin Hao had also taken the time to look for him.

The heavens favored the persistent, and Qin Hao found Ah Sang in the largest building in the village.

As expected, the girl’s poison had been cured, and she was comfortably asleep, attended by some maids.

After confirming Ah Sang was not in danger, Qin Hao dutifully returned to the barn, thus his mood improved, and he couldn’t help but feel playful.

Before long, Lang and Wing returned together.

Lang brought Qin Hao’s backpack, with herbs taken out, leaving just the bottles and jars as they were.

Wing caught a large hen, a hint of excitement on his face: "This is the best egg-layer in the village; father says it’s a great supplement."

Qin Hao examined the ingredients, nodded, and said, "Nice, now get the fire going and heat up the pot, yes, that thing in your hand is the pot."

Under Qin Hao’s direction, the fire was lit, the pot was heated, and everything seemed ready.

Qin Hao then said, "Quickly, kill the chicken and clean it."

Lang and Wing became engrossed in the task of killing the chicken.

But as they were doing it, they realized something was wrong.

How come, up to now, we’ve been following his commands?

How did we end up becoming his prisoners?

This makes no sense at all!

"Hurry up! Time waits for no one, who knows when those guys will come to catch me."

Qin Hao urged again.

Lang and Wing were a bit unhappy, but for the sake of good food, they continued to work hard.

Soon, the chicken was thoroughly cleaned, and Lang and Wing were a bit tired.

Lang looked at Qin Hao and said, "Are you going to cook?"

"Of course," Qin Hao nodded.

"But you’re tied up?" Wing said foolishly.

Originally, he wanted to say there was an order not to untie Qin Hao’s rope.

But.

Qin Hao flexed his arms.

With a "snap," the rope broke in two.

Seeing Qin Hao holding a pot handle with one hand and a chicken with the other, Wing and Lang fell into a long shock.

After some time, sizzling sounds from the chicken in the pot awakened them both.

Both of them immediately launched into a barrage of complaints.

"Damn!"

"That’s Python Rope, stronger than a python! How could you just break it like that?"

"So you could have escaped all along! Why didn’t you?"

Wing and Lang felt utterly defeated and a bit mad.

Qin Hao didn’t answer their questions, just demonstrating his stir-frying skills to the fullest.

Under the rising heat, the chicken breast flew up and down in the pot.

The enticing aroma shut Lang and Wing’s mouths.