Hu Yan was busy cooking.
The large pot in front of him was filled with meat soup, and its delicious aroma spread throughout the eastern gate. Beside him, Han Jue was teaching the sub-beastmen how to prepare the ingredients while Hu Yan demonstrated how to control the fire and season the soup.
"Remember, don't add everything at once!" Hu Yan warned a sub-beastman holding a handful of salt. "Do you want to make soup or bury everyone in salt?"
The poor sub-beastman immediately pulled his hand back.
"I-I understand!"
"Then pay attention!"
Hu Yan turned back to the pot and continued stirring. He was so focused on teaching everyone that he didn't notice a little figure approaching from behind.
A moment later, something heavy landed on his head.
Hu Yan's hand stopped moving. His ears twitched, and a low growl escaped his throat.
"Xiao Yi! Get down!"
