Chapter 372: Chapter 372

At this time, Rosen’s Orchid Finger had already touched the green crab many times, yet the crab merely regarded it as a natural orchid and paid no attention.

Right then, Rosen suddenly reached out, successfully capturing the green crab.

"Damn, I didn’t expect your Orchid Finger Technique to be so perfected. In comparison, my Flower-Picking Finger is slightly inferior. It seems there’s no advantage for me at the dining table."

Black Mountain Demon said, then opened his abyss-like mouth, ready to replicate Rosen’s last time of swallowing everything in one go. The rıghtful source is noveⅼfire.net

Rosen, quick on his feet, easily moved the dining plates from the table, so Black Mountain Demon’s bite landed on the table instead, instantly breaking his front teeth.

Black Mountain Demon, missing two front teeth, covered his mouth, feeling quite uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Rosen burst into laughter, saying, "Black Mountain Demon, it seems your eating power is going to decline. Without two front teeth, your eating speed will significantly drop."

Seeing the gleeful Rosen pointing and laughing at him, Black Mountain Demon felt displeased and said, "Let’s count me losing this third round, but the next dish is the main attraction."

"Huh? Is it... Such a wonderful smell, could it be..." Rosen smelled the fragrance wafting from the kitchen, causing every cell in his body to dance, prompting him to dance involuntarily.

Rosen, unable to control himself, danced a little number.

The infectiousness of the dance was so powerful that after watching Rosen dance, Black Mountain Demon too involuntarily joined in, causing all his internal cells to follow his lead and dance as well.

The two, after finishing the dance, sat back in their seats, a bit exhausted.

Rosen said, "After the activity just now, the inventory in my stomach has almost been digested, ready for the next challenge."

"Same here, I’ve also digested and cleared enough space in my stomach to receive the next dish," Black Mountain Demon said quickly.

"By the way, what exactly is this smell?" Rosen asked.

Black Mountain Demon said, "This next dish is a soup. Even without two front teeth, I won’t lose to you. What’s more, because I’m missing my two front teeth, the obstruction to the soup entering my mouth is reduced, allowing me to drink even faster; defeating me is nearly impossible!"

Rosen immediately broke his two front teeth, saying, "Now we’re equal. Neither of us will lose in drinking speed. Besides, I have a stomach perforation, allowing me to drink soups endlessly; you’re bound to lose."

Black Mountain Demon had already witnessed the power of Rosen’s stomach perforation before. His stomach was almost like a bottomless pit where anything dropped would disappear while always maintaining enough storage space.

"Alright then, let me reveal it. The next soup is actually the Angelica Fish Soup. The bitter sweetness of Angelica combined with the freshness of the perch is simply a perfect match."

After Black Mountain Demon finished speaking, Rosen’s face changed, saying, "Angelica, no matter what soup it’s in, makes the broth clear. The clearer it is, the fresher it gets!"

After Rosen said that, Black Mountain Demon also began to imagine, saying, "With both of our front teeth missing, we’re only fit for drinking soup. Although the points for drinking it are lower than those for eating meat, with your bottomless stomach, you might beat me."

Hearing Black Mountain Demon’s humble words, Rosen felt strange, suspecting that the other was trying to confuse him.

So he decided to do the opposite and only eat the meat, shunning the soup.

When the third dish came to the table.

Rosen soon discovered that, since it was freshwater fish, the perch hadn’t mutated. But because it hadn’t mutated, its size really wasn’t enough to fill their teeth gaps, though there was indeed a lot of soup—a whole big pot with a ton of broth—yet the perch was merely palm-sized.

Rosen fished the Angelica out of the soup and suddenly found it might be genetically modified, the size of an adult, and it looked like a curled-up adult lying inside, instantly dropping his appetite by a hundred points.

"I thought the main ingredient for Angelica Fish Soup should be perch, with Angelica as just the seasoning. Yet how come this pot of soup... seems so reversed?" Black Mountain Demon complained.

Rosen explained, "You’re mistaken; because it’s Angelica Fish Soup, the main ingredient isn’t Angelica or perch—it’s the soup! Do you understand what I mean? The soup is the main part here, while Angelica and perch are just seasonings."

With this explanation from Rosen, Black Mountain Demon quickly realized and said, "Seems I’ve been focusing on the wrong issues. After all, since this is soup, the focus should be on the appearance and taste of the broth, rather than the amount of added ingredients."

Rosen took a sip of the soup.

Very bitter, very sweet, very fresh.

"Hey, why don’t you drink the soup? What’s with the rinsing your mouth?" Black Mountain Demon found it strange that Rosen was swishing fish soup in his mouth.

After rinsing his mouth, Rosen didn’t spit out the soup but gulped it down, saying, "Don’t you know? I found there were many bugs in the soup as I drank it, so I rinsed to get them to remove debris in my mouth."

"How could there be bugs in the soup?"

Black Mountain Demon, who feared bugs, was skeptical. After all, his mountain body often suffered from bug infestations, almost emptying him.

But upon looking again, Black Mountain Demon did see the soup was densely packed with white bugs, which sent shivers down his spine.

"These are sand worms; no worries, they can supplement protein," Rosen comforted.

"That’s not the point; any bug can supplement protein. What I’m wondering is, why are there so many bugs, and why are they still alive?"

This was something Black Mountain Demon simply couldn’t comprehend.

Rosen explained, "Sand worms live in mudflats at the junction of fresh and saltwater, exposed to seawater, easily mutating, and with radioactive elements building up inside them, they develop strong resilience against harsh environments and won’t die in high temperatures. Haven’t you heard of fish species near volcanic regions enduring hundreds of degrees?"

This pot of soup is at most 97 degrees, not even 100, so after mutating, the sand worms regard it as soaking in a hot spring or taking a warm bath, utterly delighted.

The reasoning made sense, but Black Mountain Demon still felt awkward, believing that lively creatures shouldn’t be in the soup, making it unappetizing.

Rosen had already downed the last gulp of soup, saying, "Seems I won the third dish, and you probably stand no chance against me from now on."

"Fine, you win, but the next dishes won’t go so smoothly. There are a few tough dishes coming up."

"What tough dishes?" Rosen was very curious.

However, while drinking the soup because it was so fresh, his two front teeth grew back.

Black Mountain Demon said, "There’s Taro Braised Spare Ribs and Iron Plate Duck in Sauce."

Upon hearing this, Rosen’s mouth twitched, and a spurt of saliva shot out, spraying Black Mountain Demon’s face.

With an awkward expression, Black Mountain Demon wiped the saliva off his face and said, "But you needn’t wait, for I already had those two dishes delivered to my home, making up for my losses in the previous rounds."

"What?!" Rosen suddenly felt a sense of disappointment.

You know Taro Braised Spare Ribs is truly fragrant, with the soft, rich taro pairing perfectly with the aromatic braised ribs.

As for Iron Plate Duck in Sauce, the iron-grilled crust is crispy, with sauce duck’s secret sweet sauce combining perfectly with the crunchy texture.

Unfortunately, both dishes were pre-packaged by Black Mountain Demon.

Black Mountain Demon said, shaking his head, "It’s no big deal; after all, who doesn’t bring plastic bags to a banquet? Taking them away is common."

Rosen strongly opposed such behavior. It’s rude to take dishes away as soon as they arrive, and it leaves people disappointed.

Moreover, Black Mountain Demon took it even further by having the dishes packed before they even came out, denying Rosen even a whiff or a chance to imagine them.

"But you needn’t be too upset because I haven’t had the sixth dish packed and taken away, and the sixth dish is excellent enough to make up for the regret of the two prior dishes."

"The sixth dish is something so fresh it kills you with flavor, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall!"